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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: mention of canon-torture, blood-play, Loki's a little shit, Tom's an angel (with horns)
A/N: So, this ficlet is something of a sequel to Day Five: Kissing.
- Day Twelve: Making Out -
Not quite a month after he'd found and helped Loki, Tom started seeing the god out of the corner of his eyes. He would always double-take and look back at where he'd seen the dark figure, but he was never there. Tom, honestly, wasn't sure if his mind was playing tricks on him, or if the god in question was truly there and just didn't want to be noticed.
Whichever it was, his friends teased him about developing a tick due to his fame – not entirely inaccurate, given his newfound paranoia involving cameras, both on set and off – and more than a couple people of his acquaintance made inquiries as to his health. He laughed at the teasing, brushed off the inquiries, and tried not to react to sightings of Loki.
It was almost five months since Loki before he met the god again.
His morning run – the fresh air cold with the promise of approaching winter – was interrupted by a young woman stumbling and falling on an adjacent path. Tom didn't really pause to debate with himself, he just jogged on over and leaned down next to her, offering a hand. "Alright?" he asked.
The young woman batted her eyes at him as she took the offered hand. "More than," she promised, glancing towards some bushes set unusually close to the path.
And, oh, Tom really hoped–
A man popped up with a camera, smiling widely. "Perfect shot of a perfect gentleman!"
Tom rather thought that popular acronym – fml – applied to him in that moment. He tried to let go of the young woman's hand, but she had his hand in a vice.
"So, Tom," the young woman said, turning to him with a huge smile, "would you be willing to answer a few questions for us on this fine morning?"
Tom closed his eyes against the urge to curse at both of them and make a – hopefully – quick escape.
"No," said a silky voice from just behind Tom's left shoulder, "he would not."
Tom jerked his head around to look, and there – wearing a very nice green jumper over pressed black slacks and a scarf that Tom was more than a little envious of – was Loki, green eyes burning with violence.
Both of Tom's aggressors – he really couldn't think of a better word for them, and was rather disinclined towards niceties in his own head – let out startled sounds at the god's sudden appearance. The young woman rallied quickly enough, stepping fearlessly in front of Tom, closer to Loki. "And you are?" she asked.
Loki's lips curled with a smile that was frankly terrifying, the scars around his lips making it all the worse, and he reached forward in a move almost too quick to see to wrap one hand around the woman's throat. "Your death, if you do not leave immediately."
The woman's eyes went wide with terror. And Tom grabbed Loki's wrist with his free hand – the young woman was still gripping his one hand – quietly murmuring, "Loki, stop."
The god turned his violent gaze on Tom. "Do not think, Hiddleston, that you have any pow–"
"You can't kill everyone who pisses you off. The world doesn't work that way," Tom hurried to say, pleading with his eyes.
Loki's eyes slid to where the woman was still gripping Tom's hand, squeezing tighter than comfortable in her fear. "I would destroy any that think to touch what is mine," he snarled and the woman let go of Tom's hand like it had burned her.
"You have absolutely zero claim on me," Tom returned, unable to keep his anger at the presumption from his voice. "Let her go. Now."
Loki let the woman go, and she stumbled back and away from both of them, but Tom was only vaguely aware of her movements as the god turned to him, hand going for his throat. But Loki's hand didn't settle around Tom's throat. Rather, it slid around one side and up, strong fingers tangling in his short hair, almost gentle, in spite of the lingering violence in Loki's gaze. "Oh, little mortal, but I do," he whispered, voice as gentle as his hand in Tom's hair. "You gave yourself to me."
"I did nothing of the sort," Tom insisted. Well, okay, they'd shared a kiss, but that hardly made him Loki's. Did it?
"You are not so a fool as to think my blood on your lips meant nothing," Loki returned. The violence in his eyes was easing, being replaced with an inexplicable fondness that made Tom's mouth go dry.
Tom licked his lips and Loki's eyes flickered to the motion, a flash of hunger cutting across the fondness in his eyes for a second. "Limited warranty," Tom managed, wondering what he was doing. "It expired two months ago."
Loki's mouth curled with a smile, amused and so fond. "Indeed?" he murmured and leaned forward that last few centimetres to lock his lips with Tom's.
Tom didn't fight him, brought a hand up to cup Loki's cheek in much the way he had five months ago, when the god flinched whenever Tom touched him.
Loki's teeth moved behind closed lips for a moment, then he opened his mouth and sucked Tom's bottom lip between his, catching it with his teeth gently. Some liquid – Tom thought it was saliva, at first – spilled from Loki's mouth, into Tom's, and the chilled iron taste of Loki's blood bloomed across his tongue. Tom hadn't realised how much he'd wanted to taste it again until that moment and his free hand caught in Loki's jumper as his tongue chased after the blood, pressing deep into Loki's mouth when it opened willingly for him.
A squeak of surprise reminded them of their audience and the still rolling camera. "Shit," Tom breathed, because he would never live this sort of press down. Making out with a male in a public park? Who just so happened to look almost exactly like him? And who he played the part of on film?
Loki curled an arm around Tom's waist as he pulled his other hand from Tom's hair. Green sparkled at his fingertips and surrounded Tom's aggressors, their eyes wide with fear.
"Loki," Tom breathed, more than a little afraid that the god was going to kill them.
Loki's eyes cut to him briefly, blank behind the endless green, and his mouth twitched with a frown. "You would do well," he said to the two humans held by his magic, "to never approach what is mine again."
Both humans nodded vigorously, clearly hoping their agreement would mark their freedom.
Loki's hand twisted and their eyes went blank. "Good. Remember that," he suggested and they both nodded again, slower, like they no longer feared for their lives. "And you. Destroy that infernal creation before I do it for you," he added to the cameraman, who promptly tossed his camera on the ground and proceeded to jump on it until it was absolutely useless.
"Was that necessary?" Tom wondered, because it had been a good camera.
"I would see something destroyed for their crimes," Loki replied evenly as the green glow vanished from both humans and his hand. "Their lives, or a useless object that can be easily replaced. Your choice."
"When you put it that way..."
Loki's hand curled around behind Tom's neck again, tangling comfortably in his hair. "Now," he murmured, voice gone low and just a little husky, "where were we?"
"In public," Tom replied, already leaning forward to kiss the god again.
He was vaguely aware of a change in scenery, then their mouths tangled, Loki driving his tongue into Tom's mouth and easily subduing him before Tom even thought to fight back. The god's hand around his waist snuck down and squeezed Tom's arse, which caused him to buck forward with a startled gasp, knocking their mouths apart.
"You are mine," Loki growled before biting Tom's lip hard enough to break the skin, then swiping his tongue over the welling blood.
"God, yes," Tom gasped in response before locking their mouths together again, chasing the taste of his own blood mingled with Loki's. And, maybe, he didn't really mind being claimed so much after all.
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: mention of canon-torture, blood-play, Loki's a little shit, Tom's an angel (with horns)
A/N: So, this ficlet is something of a sequel to Day Five: Kissing.
Not quite a month after he'd found and helped Loki, Tom started seeing the god out of the corner of his eyes. He would always double-take and look back at where he'd seen the dark figure, but he was never there. Tom, honestly, wasn't sure if his mind was playing tricks on him, or if the god in question was truly there and just didn't want to be noticed.
Whichever it was, his friends teased him about developing a tick due to his fame – not entirely inaccurate, given his newfound paranoia involving cameras, both on set and off – and more than a couple people of his acquaintance made inquiries as to his health. He laughed at the teasing, brushed off the inquiries, and tried not to react to sightings of Loki.
It was almost five months since Loki before he met the god again.
His morning run – the fresh air cold with the promise of approaching winter – was interrupted by a young woman stumbling and falling on an adjacent path. Tom didn't really pause to debate with himself, he just jogged on over and leaned down next to her, offering a hand. "Alright?" he asked.
The young woman batted her eyes at him as she took the offered hand. "More than," she promised, glancing towards some bushes set unusually close to the path.
And, oh, Tom really hoped–
A man popped up with a camera, smiling widely. "Perfect shot of a perfect gentleman!"
Tom rather thought that popular acronym – fml – applied to him in that moment. He tried to let go of the young woman's hand, but she had his hand in a vice.
"So, Tom," the young woman said, turning to him with a huge smile, "would you be willing to answer a few questions for us on this fine morning?"
Tom closed his eyes against the urge to curse at both of them and make a – hopefully – quick escape.
"No," said a silky voice from just behind Tom's left shoulder, "he would not."
Tom jerked his head around to look, and there – wearing a very nice green jumper over pressed black slacks and a scarf that Tom was more than a little envious of – was Loki, green eyes burning with violence.
Both of Tom's aggressors – he really couldn't think of a better word for them, and was rather disinclined towards niceties in his own head – let out startled sounds at the god's sudden appearance. The young woman rallied quickly enough, stepping fearlessly in front of Tom, closer to Loki. "And you are?" she asked.
Loki's lips curled with a smile that was frankly terrifying, the scars around his lips making it all the worse, and he reached forward in a move almost too quick to see to wrap one hand around the woman's throat. "Your death, if you do not leave immediately."
The woman's eyes went wide with terror. And Tom grabbed Loki's wrist with his free hand – the young woman was still gripping his one hand – quietly murmuring, "Loki, stop."
The god turned his violent gaze on Tom. "Do not think, Hiddleston, that you have any pow–"
"You can't kill everyone who pisses you off. The world doesn't work that way," Tom hurried to say, pleading with his eyes.
Loki's eyes slid to where the woman was still gripping Tom's hand, squeezing tighter than comfortable in her fear. "I would destroy any that think to touch what is mine," he snarled and the woman let go of Tom's hand like it had burned her.
"You have absolutely zero claim on me," Tom returned, unable to keep his anger at the presumption from his voice. "Let her go. Now."
Loki let the woman go, and she stumbled back and away from both of them, but Tom was only vaguely aware of her movements as the god turned to him, hand going for his throat. But Loki's hand didn't settle around Tom's throat. Rather, it slid around one side and up, strong fingers tangling in his short hair, almost gentle, in spite of the lingering violence in Loki's gaze. "Oh, little mortal, but I do," he whispered, voice as gentle as his hand in Tom's hair. "You gave yourself to me."
"I did nothing of the sort," Tom insisted. Well, okay, they'd shared a kiss, but that hardly made him Loki's. Did it?
"You are not so a fool as to think my blood on your lips meant nothing," Loki returned. The violence in his eyes was easing, being replaced with an inexplicable fondness that made Tom's mouth go dry.
Tom licked his lips and Loki's eyes flickered to the motion, a flash of hunger cutting across the fondness in his eyes for a second. "Limited warranty," Tom managed, wondering what he was doing. "It expired two months ago."
Loki's mouth curled with a smile, amused and so fond. "Indeed?" he murmured and leaned forward that last few centimetres to lock his lips with Tom's.
Tom didn't fight him, brought a hand up to cup Loki's cheek in much the way he had five months ago, when the god flinched whenever Tom touched him.
Loki's teeth moved behind closed lips for a moment, then he opened his mouth and sucked Tom's bottom lip between his, catching it with his teeth gently. Some liquid – Tom thought it was saliva, at first – spilled from Loki's mouth, into Tom's, and the chilled iron taste of Loki's blood bloomed across his tongue. Tom hadn't realised how much he'd wanted to taste it again until that moment and his free hand caught in Loki's jumper as his tongue chased after the blood, pressing deep into Loki's mouth when it opened willingly for him.
A squeak of surprise reminded them of their audience and the still rolling camera. "Shit," Tom breathed, because he would never live this sort of press down. Making out with a male in a public park? Who just so happened to look almost exactly like him? And who he played the part of on film?
Loki curled an arm around Tom's waist as he pulled his other hand from Tom's hair. Green sparkled at his fingertips and surrounded Tom's aggressors, their eyes wide with fear.
"Loki," Tom breathed, more than a little afraid that the god was going to kill them.
Loki's eyes cut to him briefly, blank behind the endless green, and his mouth twitched with a frown. "You would do well," he said to the two humans held by his magic, "to never approach what is mine again."
Both humans nodded vigorously, clearly hoping their agreement would mark their freedom.
Loki's hand twisted and their eyes went blank. "Good. Remember that," he suggested and they both nodded again, slower, like they no longer feared for their lives. "And you. Destroy that infernal creation before I do it for you," he added to the cameraman, who promptly tossed his camera on the ground and proceeded to jump on it until it was absolutely useless.
"Was that necessary?" Tom wondered, because it had been a good camera.
"I would see something destroyed for their crimes," Loki replied evenly as the green glow vanished from both humans and his hand. "Their lives, or a useless object that can be easily replaced. Your choice."
"When you put it that way..."
Loki's hand curled around behind Tom's neck again, tangling comfortably in his hair. "Now," he murmured, voice gone low and just a little husky, "where were we?"
"In public," Tom replied, already leaning forward to kiss the god again.
He was vaguely aware of a change in scenery, then their mouths tangled, Loki driving his tongue into Tom's mouth and easily subduing him before Tom even thought to fight back. The god's hand around his waist snuck down and squeezed Tom's arse, which caused him to buck forward with a startled gasp, knocking their mouths apart.
"You are mine," Loki growled before biting Tom's lip hard enough to break the skin, then swiping his tongue over the welling blood.
"God, yes," Tom gasped in response before locking their mouths together again, chasing the taste of his own blood mingled with Loki's. And, maybe, he didn't really mind being claimed so much after all.
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 |||
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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