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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 is a little shit, minor fluff
A/N: I was like, 'Friends? What friends?! Loki doesn't have any friends! Oh, what, Tom's friends? This is going to go so poorly.'
Ended up going with the Avengers cast because I didn't want to make up names for any friends Tom might have from before his sudden shoot to stardom. (I'm like that.)
Sorry this took so long. There was a food coma to contend with. Also, I needed to run down to the post office and get stamps. And play mediator between mine and my sister's cats, who are becoming reacquainted after four years apart. It's been...fun... ^.^"
- Day Nine: Hanging Out With Friends -
Thomas' mobile went off next to Loki and he glanced away from his book to check it. A message from Evans, with the words, 'Avengers Assemble!' and an address for one of the pubs down town. "Evans wants to go singing and drinking again," he called.
The bathroom door popped open just enough for Thomas' voice to carry without echoing obnoxiously. "Did he give a time?"
Loki sighed and unlocked the phone to get to the actual message and check. "No."
"How far away is the place?"
"How should I know?" Loki returned, dropping the phone back on the cushion next to him.
"Loki."
"Ten minutes walk," Loki answered, rolling his eyes. There wasn't much to do while Thomas was on set or in the gym all day, so he'd explored the town a fair bit. And Thomas knew it, liked to use Loki's knowledge to his benefit as often as possible.
"So I've got another five minutes," Thomas decided and the bathroom door closed again.
Loki returned to his book, scowling all the while for reasons he really didn't want to sort through.
Thomas emerged from the bathroom after another couple minutes, toilet running behind him and hair shining with water from his having run his hands through it. He paused next to Loki to gather his mobile and ran a damp hand through the god's hair, which Loki most certainly did not lean into. "You can come with, you know."
"I have no interest in coming along to one of your–"
"Loki," Thomas interrupted, amused and irritatingly patient. Sometimes, Loki really hated him. "You could wow them all with your amazing voice."
Loki looked up at the human disbelievingly. "And when have you heard me sing?"
Thomas shrugged, lips curled with a fond smile. "I haven't," he admitted, "but I know what your voice sounds like the rest of the time. I can make a good guess."
"I can't carry a tune," Loki said, turning back to his book.
"Liar."
Loki shot the human a scowl that had no heart in it; he would always enjoy bantering with him, loving the way Thomas would call him out about probable lies without taking offence to them, no matter how personal they were. Thomas was everything Loki had never had on Asgard, and he would gladly give his life to have met the human sooner. "And what has you doubting my word this time?"
"I always doubt your word," Thomas returned, the hand that had been threading through Loki's hair sliding around to cup his cheek. "Please?"
Loki held firm for a breath, then sighed. "Very well."
Thomas leaned over and kissed him in thanks, pulling away before Loki could deepen it and make them late. "I love you," the human murmured, rubbing his thumb against Loki's cheekbone.
"Noted," Loki returned drily.
Thomas smiled and stepped back so Loki could rise, taking no offence in Loki's lack of returned verbal affection. The human had never demanded Loki return the sentiment, had never seemed to mind that Loki stuttered over so simple a phrase, and Loki loved him all the more for it. It was a skill he wished Thor would develop, if only to ease their shattered relationship, rather than forcing it, as he was wont to do.
The walk to the pub Evans had chosen was calming, but Loki didn't expect it to last. There was a very good reason why he never joined Thomas when he went out, and it was proven as soon as they walked over to the table the other actors had staked out and everyone fell very, very silent.
Thomas widened his eyes pleadingly. "Hey, everyone. I brought Loki along because he looked sad."
There was a beat of awkward silence, then Downey cleared his throat. "More the merrier, right?"
"Indeed," Loki purred, smirking just enough to make normal people worry.
Evans and Renner both looked a little uncomfortable, but Hemsworth rolled his eyes, Downey grinned, Johansson motioned between her eyes and him, and the rest of the group apparently decided it was in their best interests to just ignore him. (Which it probably was, because Loki always caused the most trouble when he had an audience. Which was a large part of why he never wanted to go out with Thomas; he would cause trouble, Thomas would give him the pitiful eyes, and then Loki would feel bad. And Loki hated feeling bad about mischief. One day, he would discover how the human had developed such power over him and be rid of it. Probably.)
Drink orders were placed and everyone settled in to chat about whatever came to mind while the karaoke equipment was set up by the pub staff. Loki amused himself by altering the molecules in the beer Thomas had bought him, giving it a higher alcohol content – Midgardian alcoholic beverages were pathetically weak – then turned his attention to making other's drinks bubble or change colour. They all seemed to know who was playing with their drinks, but Downey was the only one who commented on it, asking Loki if he could turn his Sprite red and gold and keep the colours from mixing. Which Loki did, if only because it was slightly more complicated than the tricks he had been performing.
When the karaoke was ready, they all quickly added their names to the list. Loki knew Thomas had added both of their names to the list, but he just sneered at the human and pretended he didn't enjoy it when Thomas slid his chair closer and curled one arm around Loki's waist in apology.
The group were quite familiar with one another, and most of them knew what songs the others would pick, which developed into plenty of heckling of the next person on the list, trying to get them to change their minds about the song they had picked. Loki wasn't sure what song Thomas had picked for him – something the human listened to often, no doubt, and was certain Loki would know – but he knew exactly which song the human had picked for himself, and he wasn't the only one.
"Come on, Tom. You always pick It's Friday I'm in Love," Ruffalo tried while Hemsworth was up butchering some song that Loki had never heard before in his life and which the Australian had apparently picked at random, from what Thomas had said.
"And it's not Friday," Downey helpfully pointed out, holding out his newest glass of Sprite for Loki to change the colour of.
"It's an excellent song," Thomas returned, turning his nose up at all of them and pretending to be a snooty, well-educated idiot. (Which he was, but he usually pretended to be an average idiot with a propensity towards being overly polite.)
Hemsworth finished, then, and hopped down with a huge grin at the half-cheers, half-boos he was getting from the audience. He clapped Thomas on the back as Loki's lover passed him on his way to the stage, then slid into the abandoned seat and stole Loki's beer.
"You will regret that," Loki warned him idly before his brother's mirror could take a sip.
Hemsworth took a sniff of the contents, then hurriedly set it back down at Loki's elbow. "Wow, yeah. What did you do, turn this entirely into alcohol?"
Loki glanced down at his glass and shrugged. "About seventy percent, really," he allowed before looking back at where the opening cords of Thomas' favourite song were playing.
Thomas hummed along to the opening, then turned his eyes on Loki as he sang. And it was really kind of sickeningly sweet; Loki couldn't decide if he'd rather hit the human, or drag him home and fuck him into the mattress. (Possibly both.)
And then it was Loki's turn and he scowled when Hemsworth and Downey both reached out to shove him from his chair, grinning in a way that would have been more than enough reason for Loki to smite them, had Thomas not reached him at that moment and kissed his cheek. "Go on," the human said, smiling in a far less violence-inducing manner.
Loki huffed and stalked up to the stage, side-tracking only long enough to see what song Thomas had put him down for. He raised an eyebrow at the choice – Flawed Design, by Stabilo – because it wasn't a song Thomas had, but it was one Loki had discovered and enjoyed when he was alone. He would have to discover how Thomas had found out about it later. And make him buy an actual copy of the song, since there was no reason not to have it if Thomas knew about it.
The truth was, Loki could sing. He could actually sing quite well – had mastered the skill in his youth for the handful of spells that required one sing them to cast – but it was just one more thing that males of Asgard weren't meant to do, unless they were employed as bards, so it wasn't something he advertised. In fact, he hadn't sung anything before coming to Midgard in over two centuries, but it was a habit he'd picked back up – living with Thomas, who liked to sing along to everything, made it hard not to – over the past few months. Still, it wasn't something he did around other people, had never done around other people, and he was honestly uncertain of their reactions.
At least he was fond of the song, which was more than he could say for some of the choices Thomas could have made.
When he finished, it was to overwhelming cheers, and he returned to their table quite smug. Hemsworth had been booted back to his original seat, so Loki slid back in next to Thomas, who smiled and kissed him, murmuring, "Liar."
"Occasionally," Loki agreed. "Buy me that song."
"So you can stop filling my YouTube queue with it?"
Ah. "Would you rather a dozen videos of It's Friday I'm in Love?"
"I'm not that bad."
"Bet you are," Downey cut in, grinning.
"It's a near thing," Loki agreed and most of the table laughed while Thomas grinned, embarrassed.
"Hey, Chris!" Ruffalo called as their quasi-leader returned from getting another round of drinks. "When's the next of these things?"
Evans shrugged. "Next karaoke night's Saturday, unless you wanted to try the bar two blocks over again?" All of the humans immediately shook their heads. "Saturday, then. Unless someone had something else planned?" He glanced at Renner.
"Not this weekend," Renner returned.
"Cool." Ruffalo pointed at Loki. "Make Tom pick a different song on Saturday. Write it down for him, if you have to."
"Do I get any say in this?" Thomas wondered, clearly amused.
"No," the other humans chorused.
"And if I don't care to come?" Loki wondered, sipping at his doctored beer.
"You're really going to make us suffer through It's Friday I'm in Love on a Saturday?" Downey asked.
Loki flashed him a smirk.
"Okay, that was a dumb question," Downey admitted. "But, come on! It'll be fun!"
"Oh, God..." Thomas moaned.
Loki glanced at his lover, took in the half-amused, half-pleading glint in his eyes, then sniffed. "We'll see."
Thomas gifted him with an absolutely blinding smile; he knew Loki had meant 'yes'.
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 is a little shit, minor fluff
A/N: I was like, 'Friends? What friends?! Loki doesn't have any friends! Oh, what, Tom's friends? This is going to go so poorly.'
Ended up going with the Avengers cast because I didn't want to make up names for any friends Tom might have from before his sudden shoot to stardom. (I'm like that.)
Sorry this took so long. There was a food coma to contend with. Also, I needed to run down to the post office and get stamps. And play mediator between mine and my sister's cats, who are becoming reacquainted after four years apart. It's been...fun... ^.^"
Thomas' mobile went off next to Loki and he glanced away from his book to check it. A message from Evans, with the words, 'Avengers Assemble!' and an address for one of the pubs down town. "Evans wants to go singing and drinking again," he called.
The bathroom door popped open just enough for Thomas' voice to carry without echoing obnoxiously. "Did he give a time?"
Loki sighed and unlocked the phone to get to the actual message and check. "No."
"How far away is the place?"
"How should I know?" Loki returned, dropping the phone back on the cushion next to him.
"Loki."
"Ten minutes walk," Loki answered, rolling his eyes. There wasn't much to do while Thomas was on set or in the gym all day, so he'd explored the town a fair bit. And Thomas knew it, liked to use Loki's knowledge to his benefit as often as possible.
"So I've got another five minutes," Thomas decided and the bathroom door closed again.
Loki returned to his book, scowling all the while for reasons he really didn't want to sort through.
Thomas emerged from the bathroom after another couple minutes, toilet running behind him and hair shining with water from his having run his hands through it. He paused next to Loki to gather his mobile and ran a damp hand through the god's hair, which Loki most certainly did not lean into. "You can come with, you know."
"I have no interest in coming along to one of your–"
"Loki," Thomas interrupted, amused and irritatingly patient. Sometimes, Loki really hated him. "You could wow them all with your amazing voice."
Loki looked up at the human disbelievingly. "And when have you heard me sing?"
Thomas shrugged, lips curled with a fond smile. "I haven't," he admitted, "but I know what your voice sounds like the rest of the time. I can make a good guess."
"I can't carry a tune," Loki said, turning back to his book.
"Liar."
Loki shot the human a scowl that had no heart in it; he would always enjoy bantering with him, loving the way Thomas would call him out about probable lies without taking offence to them, no matter how personal they were. Thomas was everything Loki had never had on Asgard, and he would gladly give his life to have met the human sooner. "And what has you doubting my word this time?"
"I always doubt your word," Thomas returned, the hand that had been threading through Loki's hair sliding around to cup his cheek. "Please?"
Loki held firm for a breath, then sighed. "Very well."
Thomas leaned over and kissed him in thanks, pulling away before Loki could deepen it and make them late. "I love you," the human murmured, rubbing his thumb against Loki's cheekbone.
"Noted," Loki returned drily.
Thomas smiled and stepped back so Loki could rise, taking no offence in Loki's lack of returned verbal affection. The human had never demanded Loki return the sentiment, had never seemed to mind that Loki stuttered over so simple a phrase, and Loki loved him all the more for it. It was a skill he wished Thor would develop, if only to ease their shattered relationship, rather than forcing it, as he was wont to do.
The walk to the pub Evans had chosen was calming, but Loki didn't expect it to last. There was a very good reason why he never joined Thomas when he went out, and it was proven as soon as they walked over to the table the other actors had staked out and everyone fell very, very silent.
Thomas widened his eyes pleadingly. "Hey, everyone. I brought Loki along because he looked sad."
There was a beat of awkward silence, then Downey cleared his throat. "More the merrier, right?"
"Indeed," Loki purred, smirking just enough to make normal people worry.
Evans and Renner both looked a little uncomfortable, but Hemsworth rolled his eyes, Downey grinned, Johansson motioned between her eyes and him, and the rest of the group apparently decided it was in their best interests to just ignore him. (Which it probably was, because Loki always caused the most trouble when he had an audience. Which was a large part of why he never wanted to go out with Thomas; he would cause trouble, Thomas would give him the pitiful eyes, and then Loki would feel bad. And Loki hated feeling bad about mischief. One day, he would discover how the human had developed such power over him and be rid of it. Probably.)
Drink orders were placed and everyone settled in to chat about whatever came to mind while the karaoke equipment was set up by the pub staff. Loki amused himself by altering the molecules in the beer Thomas had bought him, giving it a higher alcohol content – Midgardian alcoholic beverages were pathetically weak – then turned his attention to making other's drinks bubble or change colour. They all seemed to know who was playing with their drinks, but Downey was the only one who commented on it, asking Loki if he could turn his Sprite red and gold and keep the colours from mixing. Which Loki did, if only because it was slightly more complicated than the tricks he had been performing.
When the karaoke was ready, they all quickly added their names to the list. Loki knew Thomas had added both of their names to the list, but he just sneered at the human and pretended he didn't enjoy it when Thomas slid his chair closer and curled one arm around Loki's waist in apology.
The group were quite familiar with one another, and most of them knew what songs the others would pick, which developed into plenty of heckling of the next person on the list, trying to get them to change their minds about the song they had picked. Loki wasn't sure what song Thomas had picked for him – something the human listened to often, no doubt, and was certain Loki would know – but he knew exactly which song the human had picked for himself, and he wasn't the only one.
"Come on, Tom. You always pick It's Friday I'm in Love," Ruffalo tried while Hemsworth was up butchering some song that Loki had never heard before in his life and which the Australian had apparently picked at random, from what Thomas had said.
"And it's not Friday," Downey helpfully pointed out, holding out his newest glass of Sprite for Loki to change the colour of.
"It's an excellent song," Thomas returned, turning his nose up at all of them and pretending to be a snooty, well-educated idiot. (Which he was, but he usually pretended to be an average idiot with a propensity towards being overly polite.)
Hemsworth finished, then, and hopped down with a huge grin at the half-cheers, half-boos he was getting from the audience. He clapped Thomas on the back as Loki's lover passed him on his way to the stage, then slid into the abandoned seat and stole Loki's beer.
"You will regret that," Loki warned him idly before his brother's mirror could take a sip.
Hemsworth took a sniff of the contents, then hurriedly set it back down at Loki's elbow. "Wow, yeah. What did you do, turn this entirely into alcohol?"
Loki glanced down at his glass and shrugged. "About seventy percent, really," he allowed before looking back at where the opening cords of Thomas' favourite song were playing.
Thomas hummed along to the opening, then turned his eyes on Loki as he sang. And it was really kind of sickeningly sweet; Loki couldn't decide if he'd rather hit the human, or drag him home and fuck him into the mattress. (Possibly both.)
And then it was Loki's turn and he scowled when Hemsworth and Downey both reached out to shove him from his chair, grinning in a way that would have been more than enough reason for Loki to smite them, had Thomas not reached him at that moment and kissed his cheek. "Go on," the human said, smiling in a far less violence-inducing manner.
Loki huffed and stalked up to the stage, side-tracking only long enough to see what song Thomas had put him down for. He raised an eyebrow at the choice – Flawed Design, by Stabilo – because it wasn't a song Thomas had, but it was one Loki had discovered and enjoyed when he was alone. He would have to discover how Thomas had found out about it later. And make him buy an actual copy of the song, since there was no reason not to have it if Thomas knew about it.
The truth was, Loki could sing. He could actually sing quite well – had mastered the skill in his youth for the handful of spells that required one sing them to cast – but it was just one more thing that males of Asgard weren't meant to do, unless they were employed as bards, so it wasn't something he advertised. In fact, he hadn't sung anything before coming to Midgard in over two centuries, but it was a habit he'd picked back up – living with Thomas, who liked to sing along to everything, made it hard not to – over the past few months. Still, it wasn't something he did around other people, had never done around other people, and he was honestly uncertain of their reactions.
At least he was fond of the song, which was more than he could say for some of the choices Thomas could have made.
When he finished, it was to overwhelming cheers, and he returned to their table quite smug. Hemsworth had been booted back to his original seat, so Loki slid back in next to Thomas, who smiled and kissed him, murmuring, "Liar."
"Occasionally," Loki agreed. "Buy me that song."
"So you can stop filling my YouTube queue with it?"
Ah. "Would you rather a dozen videos of It's Friday I'm in Love?"
"I'm not that bad."
"Bet you are," Downey cut in, grinning.
"It's a near thing," Loki agreed and most of the table laughed while Thomas grinned, embarrassed.
"Hey, Chris!" Ruffalo called as their quasi-leader returned from getting another round of drinks. "When's the next of these things?"
Evans shrugged. "Next karaoke night's Saturday, unless you wanted to try the bar two blocks over again?" All of the humans immediately shook their heads. "Saturday, then. Unless someone had something else planned?" He glanced at Renner.
"Not this weekend," Renner returned.
"Cool." Ruffalo pointed at Loki. "Make Tom pick a different song on Saturday. Write it down for him, if you have to."
"Do I get any say in this?" Thomas wondered, clearly amused.
"No," the other humans chorused.
"And if I don't care to come?" Loki wondered, sipping at his doctored beer.
"You're really going to make us suffer through It's Friday I'm in Love on a Saturday?" Downey asked.
Loki flashed him a smirk.
"Okay, that was a dumb question," Downey admitted. "But, come on! It'll be fun!"
"Oh, God..." Thomas moaned.
Loki glanced at his lover, took in the half-amused, half-pleading glint in his eyes, then sniffed. "We'll see."
Thomas gifted him with an absolutely blinding smile; he knew Loki had meant 'yes'.
1 - Holding Hands ||| 2 - Cuddling Somewhere ||| 3 - Gaming ||| 4 - On a Date ||| 5 - Kissing
6 - Wearing Each Other's Clothing ||| 7 - Cosplaying ||| 8 - Shopping |||
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: 23/11/12 22:09 (UTC)Yeah...that's about it. ahaha I love your writing. Especially of Loki and Tom. Crack me up.
Hope you were able to get through your food coma alright?
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Date: 23/11/12 22:32 (UTC)Yeah. It wasn't so bad, really. Though the slow start was obnoxious. Ah well.