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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: Minor crack, Loki's a little shit, Tom is an angel (with horns), allusions to past abuse
A/N: As anyone who's read my Shattered Glass series will know, I have a bit of a headcannon about Loki and ice cream.
- Day Thirteen: Eating Ice Cream -
"It's too hot," Loki complained as he dropped onto the couch next to Thomas and curled up against him. Then he quickly pulled away, because the idiot mortal was a fucking furnace. "How are you still alive?"
"Higher natural body temperature," Thomas replied absently, eyes trailing over the script he'd been reading over since it came in the post yesterday.
Loki grabbed for the umbrella that was leaning against the back of the couch after it had poured yesterday, bringing this heat wave with it. He'd folded the umbrella that morning, while Thomas was making breakfast, and never got around to putting it away. Now, he used it to poke the human on the other side of the couch. "Hot."
"I can't fix the air conditioner. Either use magic, or make do."
Loki had tired magic, had tried every spell to chill the air that he knew, but none of them had eased the muggy heat that permeated the flat, making his clothing stick to him until he'd removed it all, and still remained miserable. He shoved Thomas harder with the umbrella. "How are you not miserable?"
Thomas sighed and finally looked away from the script, not even seeming to notice Loki's naked state. Not that Loki had much interest in sex with someone so hot at that moment. "I'm used to this heat. You want miserable, try spending part of the summer in New Mexico. That was miserable. This is fine." He returned his attention to the script.
Loki stared at him for a long moment, then scowled and jabbed the umbrella into Thomas' right kidney.
Thomas yelped and grabbed the umbrella, ripping it from Loki's grasp only because he hadn't expected that reaction. Umbrella held tight in his left hand, script fallen in a heap on the floor, Thomas demanded, "What the bloody hell is your problem?!"
"I. Am. H–"
"I swear to God, Loki, if you say 'hot', I am turning on the heat."
Loki's mouth snapped shut, because he really wouldn't put it past the human. Sometimes, Thomas fooled even him into thinking he was always nice, but the truth was that Thomas could actually manage vindictive bastard as well as Loki could, when given sufficient reason.
Thomas stared at him for a long moment, lips pressed together in an angry line. Finally, though, he let out a sigh and rubbed at his forehead. "Is your magic not working, or–?"
"Magic cannot solve all," Loki allowed stiffly, always wary of saying too much of his own limitations. As much as he trusted Thomas – as much as he didn't have a choice about trusting Thomas, because the human had known him better than Thor before they'd ever met – it was hard to break over two millennia of hard-learned caution.
Thomas sighed again and reached back to lean the umbrella against the back of the couch before standing. "Put some clothing on, let's go."
"So you did notice," Loki muttered, only a little petulant.
A smile turned the corners of Thomas' lips and he leaned over to press a gentle kiss to Loki's shoulder before pulling back fast enough that his temperature didn't bother the god. "Darling, do you honestly believe me capable of ignoring you in any state of dress?"
Some of Loki's irritation cooled at that; Thomas had probably only spoken as much to please him, but that didn't lessen the pleasure Loki felt at the compliment. "You didn't even look," he said, never one to just let a slight go. Anyway, he rather enjoyed the compliments Thomas doled out when trying to soothe Loki.
"After you pulled away from me and complained about how hot I was?" Thomas returned, obviously amused. "I only wished to save us both some grief." He raked his gaze down and back up Loki's body, pupils dilated as they met the god's gaze again. "You just want me tortured," he insisted, voice just slightly rough.
Loki smirked and slid from the couch. "I do so enjoy you tortured," he agreed.
Thomas swallowed and glanced up at the ceiling. "Clothing?" he requested.
"Why?"
"Because we're going out."
"For what purpose?" Loki demanded, narrowing his eyes.
"To cool off. Come on, Loki. Tru–" Thomas' mouth snapped shut on the rest of the word, eyes flickering down to look at Loki, a hint of fear deep within the blue depths.
For his part, Loki pressed his mouth into an unamused line and stalked past the human, back into the bedroom. When they had first joined into this relationship with one another, Loki had reacted poorly to the phrase 'trust me', and Thomas had landed in the A&E with three cracked ribs. Since then, Thomas made a point to never say such to Loki – would trip over even just the word 'trust' and most synonyms – and while a part of Loki still very much abhorred that phrase and never wanted to hear it again, a greater part of him wished that Thomas wasn't so afraid. Because Loki did trust the human, as much as he was capable of trusting anyone.
Loki shook his head and snooped through Thomas' wardrobe for something loose. Gods regretted none of their actions, and he would spare no further concern for Thomas' fear. (Loki was quite practised at lying to himself.)
Dressed in a loose muscle shirt and some worn running shorts, Loki rejoined Thomas in the living room. The human had regained his usual good humour – if there was one thing Loki could say of his mortal counterpart, it was that Thomas never let anything bother him for long – and he grinned at Loki's choice in clothing. "You would look good in a paper bag," he declared before turning and leading the way to the door.
"Was that supposed to be a comment on my outfit?" Loki demanded, following the human without hesitation.
Thomas let out a startled laugh. "That– No, not really. It's a, well, a compliment. You make anything look good, even a paper bag. It's an Earth thing."
Loki snorted.
Out of the embrace of their building, a breeze eased the excessive heat and Loki let out a pleased hum. "I would stay out here," he decided.
"When we get back," Thomas countered. "Come on."
Loki huffed, but let the human lead him a couple blocks over to a shop that was bustling with customers. Thomas considered the full building for a moment, then glanced back at Loki. "I'll be right back, okay?"
Loki shrugged, considering the name of the shop and trying to remember if he'd heard of this so-called 'ice cream' before. It appeared quite popular, and he usually discovered all he could about popular items, so he might ruin them for others. But he did not recall this object, and nor did he recognise the objects humans exited the shop with. It did appear to be a food, which told him something of it.
Thomas returned just before Loki got so bored that he felt the need to amuse himself at the expense of a human, an 'ice cream' in each hand. He handed one to Loki, saying, "I got you a chocolate."
Loki already liked it; chocolate was something he'd discovered soon after meeting Thomas, and he'd quickly become addicted to it. Thomas, he knew, preferred the slightly more bitter 'dark' chocolate, but he enjoyed all forms of chocolate just fine. (Loki would never get over how many kinds of chocolate there were. He had gone quite crazy, one day, trying them all. It had ended in a stomach ache and Thomas laughing so hard he cried, but Loki still thought it had been worth it.)
Loki followed Thomas' lead and took a lick of his ice cream. Cold exploded across his tongue, chasing away the oppressive heat for a moment, followed by the sweet taste of his favourite Midgardian food. He blinked at the ice cream for a moment, awed at the impossible magic of it, then took a proper bite. The cold burst across his mouth and slid down his throat, settling easily in his stomach and soothing the day's heat in a way that his magic had been wholly unable to do earlier.
It took him all of about a minute to empty the strange container, which he then held out to a bemused Thomas. "I demand more," he said.
Thomas blinked. "You can eat the cone."
Loki considered the container, decided that, yes, it appeared edible, then held it back out towards Thomas. "I don't want it. Give me your ice cream."
Thomas looked for a moment like he might fight him about that, but Loki narrowed his eyes and Thomas obediently traded his partially eaten ice cream for Loki's empty cone. "I guess you like it," he commented as he nibbled on the cone and Loki demolished what the human hadn't eaten.
Loki quickly finished the ice cream before replying, "I would have much more." He looked pointedly at the shop behind Thomas.
Thomas glanced over his shoulder, then sighed. "Oh, come on," he ordered, taking Loki's elbow and pulling him away from the shop.
Loki scowled. "Thomas," he warned.
"We'll get a tub. At the supermarket."
"They sell this at the supermarket?" Loki asked, surprised.
Thomas cut him an amused glance. "Yeah."
"Why have you never bought it?"
"I usually can't have ice cream. It's like having cake in the flat," he said, because he'd already explained the rules surrounding his various diets when Loki had tried to persuade him into buying a large chocolate cake one day. They'd ended up with a small thing of cupcakes, which Loki had eaten most of, then bemoaned the one that Thomas had taken before he could grab it too.
"You will always have ice cream in the flat," Loki ordered.
"Loki, you know the rul–"
"I didn't say you would be allowed to eat it."
Thomas let out a startled laugh and leaned comfortably against the god, which Loki allowed only because he was feeling pleasantly cold from the ice cream. "Yeah, okay," he agreed. Then, "Feeling better?"
"Yes."
"Good. You're quite cold to the touch. Interested in making up for teasing me earlier?"
Loki smirked at him. "I would rather eat more ice cream, I think."
"You can eat it off me."
Loki raised an eyebrow at that, took a moment to imagine it, then raised the other eyebrow and let out a low hum. "Oh, yes."
Thomas laughed.
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: Minor crack, Loki's a little shit, Tom is an angel (with horns), allusions to past abuse
A/N: As anyone who's read my Shattered Glass series will know, I have a bit of a headcannon about Loki and ice cream.
"It's too hot," Loki complained as he dropped onto the couch next to Thomas and curled up against him. Then he quickly pulled away, because the idiot mortal was a fucking furnace. "How are you still alive?"
"Higher natural body temperature," Thomas replied absently, eyes trailing over the script he'd been reading over since it came in the post yesterday.
Loki grabbed for the umbrella that was leaning against the back of the couch after it had poured yesterday, bringing this heat wave with it. He'd folded the umbrella that morning, while Thomas was making breakfast, and never got around to putting it away. Now, he used it to poke the human on the other side of the couch. "Hot."
"I can't fix the air conditioner. Either use magic, or make do."
Loki had tired magic, had tried every spell to chill the air that he knew, but none of them had eased the muggy heat that permeated the flat, making his clothing stick to him until he'd removed it all, and still remained miserable. He shoved Thomas harder with the umbrella. "How are you not miserable?"
Thomas sighed and finally looked away from the script, not even seeming to notice Loki's naked state. Not that Loki had much interest in sex with someone so hot at that moment. "I'm used to this heat. You want miserable, try spending part of the summer in New Mexico. That was miserable. This is fine." He returned his attention to the script.
Loki stared at him for a long moment, then scowled and jabbed the umbrella into Thomas' right kidney.
Thomas yelped and grabbed the umbrella, ripping it from Loki's grasp only because he hadn't expected that reaction. Umbrella held tight in his left hand, script fallen in a heap on the floor, Thomas demanded, "What the bloody hell is your problem?!"
"I. Am. H–"
"I swear to God, Loki, if you say 'hot', I am turning on the heat."
Loki's mouth snapped shut, because he really wouldn't put it past the human. Sometimes, Thomas fooled even him into thinking he was always nice, but the truth was that Thomas could actually manage vindictive bastard as well as Loki could, when given sufficient reason.
Thomas stared at him for a long moment, lips pressed together in an angry line. Finally, though, he let out a sigh and rubbed at his forehead. "Is your magic not working, or–?"
"Magic cannot solve all," Loki allowed stiffly, always wary of saying too much of his own limitations. As much as he trusted Thomas – as much as he didn't have a choice about trusting Thomas, because the human had known him better than Thor before they'd ever met – it was hard to break over two millennia of hard-learned caution.
Thomas sighed again and reached back to lean the umbrella against the back of the couch before standing. "Put some clothing on, let's go."
"So you did notice," Loki muttered, only a little petulant.
A smile turned the corners of Thomas' lips and he leaned over to press a gentle kiss to Loki's shoulder before pulling back fast enough that his temperature didn't bother the god. "Darling, do you honestly believe me capable of ignoring you in any state of dress?"
Some of Loki's irritation cooled at that; Thomas had probably only spoken as much to please him, but that didn't lessen the pleasure Loki felt at the compliment. "You didn't even look," he said, never one to just let a slight go. Anyway, he rather enjoyed the compliments Thomas doled out when trying to soothe Loki.
"After you pulled away from me and complained about how hot I was?" Thomas returned, obviously amused. "I only wished to save us both some grief." He raked his gaze down and back up Loki's body, pupils dilated as they met the god's gaze again. "You just want me tortured," he insisted, voice just slightly rough.
Loki smirked and slid from the couch. "I do so enjoy you tortured," he agreed.
Thomas swallowed and glanced up at the ceiling. "Clothing?" he requested.
"Why?"
"Because we're going out."
"For what purpose?" Loki demanded, narrowing his eyes.
"To cool off. Come on, Loki. Tru–" Thomas' mouth snapped shut on the rest of the word, eyes flickering down to look at Loki, a hint of fear deep within the blue depths.
For his part, Loki pressed his mouth into an unamused line and stalked past the human, back into the bedroom. When they had first joined into this relationship with one another, Loki had reacted poorly to the phrase 'trust me', and Thomas had landed in the A&E with three cracked ribs. Since then, Thomas made a point to never say such to Loki – would trip over even just the word 'trust' and most synonyms – and while a part of Loki still very much abhorred that phrase and never wanted to hear it again, a greater part of him wished that Thomas wasn't so afraid. Because Loki did trust the human, as much as he was capable of trusting anyone.
Loki shook his head and snooped through Thomas' wardrobe for something loose. Gods regretted none of their actions, and he would spare no further concern for Thomas' fear. (Loki was quite practised at lying to himself.)
Dressed in a loose muscle shirt and some worn running shorts, Loki rejoined Thomas in the living room. The human had regained his usual good humour – if there was one thing Loki could say of his mortal counterpart, it was that Thomas never let anything bother him for long – and he grinned at Loki's choice in clothing. "You would look good in a paper bag," he declared before turning and leading the way to the door.
"Was that supposed to be a comment on my outfit?" Loki demanded, following the human without hesitation.
Thomas let out a startled laugh. "That– No, not really. It's a, well, a compliment. You make anything look good, even a paper bag. It's an Earth thing."
Loki snorted.
Out of the embrace of their building, a breeze eased the excessive heat and Loki let out a pleased hum. "I would stay out here," he decided.
"When we get back," Thomas countered. "Come on."
Loki huffed, but let the human lead him a couple blocks over to a shop that was bustling with customers. Thomas considered the full building for a moment, then glanced back at Loki. "I'll be right back, okay?"
Loki shrugged, considering the name of the shop and trying to remember if he'd heard of this so-called 'ice cream' before. It appeared quite popular, and he usually discovered all he could about popular items, so he might ruin them for others. But he did not recall this object, and nor did he recognise the objects humans exited the shop with. It did appear to be a food, which told him something of it.
Thomas returned just before Loki got so bored that he felt the need to amuse himself at the expense of a human, an 'ice cream' in each hand. He handed one to Loki, saying, "I got you a chocolate."
Loki already liked it; chocolate was something he'd discovered soon after meeting Thomas, and he'd quickly become addicted to it. Thomas, he knew, preferred the slightly more bitter 'dark' chocolate, but he enjoyed all forms of chocolate just fine. (Loki would never get over how many kinds of chocolate there were. He had gone quite crazy, one day, trying them all. It had ended in a stomach ache and Thomas laughing so hard he cried, but Loki still thought it had been worth it.)
Loki followed Thomas' lead and took a lick of his ice cream. Cold exploded across his tongue, chasing away the oppressive heat for a moment, followed by the sweet taste of his favourite Midgardian food. He blinked at the ice cream for a moment, awed at the impossible magic of it, then took a proper bite. The cold burst across his mouth and slid down his throat, settling easily in his stomach and soothing the day's heat in a way that his magic had been wholly unable to do earlier.
It took him all of about a minute to empty the strange container, which he then held out to a bemused Thomas. "I demand more," he said.
Thomas blinked. "You can eat the cone."
Loki considered the container, decided that, yes, it appeared edible, then held it back out towards Thomas. "I don't want it. Give me your ice cream."
Thomas looked for a moment like he might fight him about that, but Loki narrowed his eyes and Thomas obediently traded his partially eaten ice cream for Loki's empty cone. "I guess you like it," he commented as he nibbled on the cone and Loki demolished what the human hadn't eaten.
Loki quickly finished the ice cream before replying, "I would have much more." He looked pointedly at the shop behind Thomas.
Thomas glanced over his shoulder, then sighed. "Oh, come on," he ordered, taking Loki's elbow and pulling him away from the shop.
Loki scowled. "Thomas," he warned.
"We'll get a tub. At the supermarket."
"They sell this at the supermarket?" Loki asked, surprised.
Thomas cut him an amused glance. "Yeah."
"Why have you never bought it?"
"I usually can't have ice cream. It's like having cake in the flat," he said, because he'd already explained the rules surrounding his various diets when Loki had tried to persuade him into buying a large chocolate cake one day. They'd ended up with a small thing of cupcakes, which Loki had eaten most of, then bemoaned the one that Thomas had taken before he could grab it too.
"You will always have ice cream in the flat," Loki ordered.
"Loki, you know the rul–"
"I didn't say you would be allowed to eat it."
Thomas let out a startled laugh and leaned comfortably against the god, which Loki allowed only because he was feeling pleasantly cold from the ice cream. "Yeah, okay," he agreed. Then, "Feeling better?"
"Yes."
"Good. You're quite cold to the touch. Interested in making up for teasing me earlier?"
Loki smirked at him. "I would rather eat more ice cream, I think."
"You can eat it off me."
Loki raised an eyebrow at that, took a moment to imagine it, then raised the other eyebrow and let out a low hum. "Oh, yes."
Thomas laughed.
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 |||
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: 27/11/12 21:58 (UTC)no subject
Date: 28/11/12 11:13 (UTC)Loki + ice cream = WIN