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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: Crack, Loki's a little shit
A/N: I put a large heaping of blame onto the shoulders of itsnotpoptarts for this travesty.
- Day Sixteen: During Their Morning Rituals -
The chime of his alarm broke through the haze of sleep and Tom quickly reached over and turned it off before Loki could stir. He took a moment to rub sleep from his eyes, then climbed out of bed. He unplugged his mobile and carried it with him into the bathroom, checking his email as he went.
A shower and a quick brush of his teeth later, and Tom was back out in the bedroom, rooting through his wardrobe for something to wear on his morning run. Behind him, on the bed, Loki shifted and let out an adorable sound, and Tom froze, glancing over his shoulder to insure the god hadn't woken; he was an absolute horror if he was up before breakfast was cooking, and Tom wouldn't start on that until after his run.
But Loki remained asleep, cuddling against his pillow in a way that Tom absolutely couldn't resist. He opened the camera on his phone, took the shot, then returned to his clothing, resisting the urge to let out a rather unmanly giggle.
Once he was dressed, he went to the kitchen to fill his bottle with water, then stopped by his computer and rooted around for his headphones. They'd been buried under one of Loki's magical texts, attached to the iPod that had randomly appeared one day. (Tom had very determinedly not asked, because he knew Loki and didn't doubt there had been no legal currency involved in getting the music player. And, with Loki, you learned to pick your battles.)
After plugging the headphones into his mobile and snapping it into the armband he had to keep it safe, Tom made his way out of the flat.
The run was both calming and energising, and he slipped back into the flat with a grin. He tried to keep quiet, but he'd returned during a rather upbeat song and he danced his way into the kitchen to start breakfast. He pulled open the fridge, glanced around it for options, then froze upon finding the spot where the chocolate milk was supposed to be empty. A quick, panicked search turned up no chocolate milk in the fridge, but it had been added to the shop list.
Loki would kill him if there wasn't any chocolate milk.
Tom tugged helplessly at his hair for a moment, then turned to hurry back out, but a glance at the bedroom on his way past saw the bed empty, and when he pulled out his headphones, he could hear the shower running.
He was so dead. Either there was no chocolate milk and Loki would kill him, or there would be no breakfast and Loki would kill him.
And then, a moment's genius: There wasn't chocolate milk, but there was normal milk and chocolate ice cream. Loki thought Tom's skim milk was too weak, hence the reason he couldn't just mix up some chocolate milk, but the ice cream should solve that. Also, ice cream for breakfast; Loki would probably love him.
Maybe.
Tom really hoped so.
Tom darted back into the kitchen and pulled out everything he'd need for a milkshake. And, as an added security, he pulled out things for chocolate chip hotcakes, then got to work.
By the time Loki stumbled into the dining room, Tom had made about half the batter and the milkshake was done and sitting innocently in the blender. He left the hotcake-making for a bit and served out Loki his food and milkshake, then brought it out to him. "Good morning," he offered as he set the plate and cup down.
Loki considered everything with a frown. "Is it another one of those weird mortal holidays?" he asked, waving at the hotcakes; Tom rarely made something so sweet for breakfast, as he didn't much care for it.
"No. I just felt like doing something nice?" Tom suggested.
"What have you done?" Loki demanded, waving his fork at the human.
Tom shuffled out of arms reach. "I never got you more chocolate milk," he admitted.
Loki narrowed his eyes and picked up the glass next to his plate. "And this?"
"Ah, a chocolate milkshake. It's milk and ice cream."
Some of the anger drained from Loki's eyes at the name of his favourite food. He took a sip, considered it for a moment, then set the glass back down and turned his attention to the hotcakes. "This will suffice," he decided.
Tom resisted the urge to let out a relieved sound and returned to the kitchen to finish the last of the hotcakes. When they were finished, he made up a plate for himself, then brought that and the extras out to the dining room. Loki snatched most of the pile of extras, ate them in the time it took Tom to eat most of his first serving, then turned greedy eyes on the two he'd left on the plate.
Tom rolled his eyes. "I had some while I was making them," he said, and Loki took that as his permission to take the last two.
It was Loki's job to clean up, which he did while Tom changed for the day. As Tom was heading for the front door, though, Loki caught him and shoved him against the wall, pressed tight against Tom's front so their noses brushed. Tom went cross-eyed looking at him and couldn't help but swallow with some difficulty. "Yes?" he managed.
Loki's eyes glinted with the sort of evil intention that always made Tom more than a little nervous. "You will be making me chocolate milkshakes from now on."
"Okay," Tom breathed out.
"And if you forget my chocolate milk tonight, you will be sleeping on the ceiling."
And, by that, Loki meant he would bring Tom to the brink of orgasm, then keep him from coming and attach him to the ceiling by magic for the entire night, only to be freed when his morning alarm went off. It was absolutely miserable.
"I won't," Tom swore.
"Good." Loki nipped the end of Tom's nose, then pulled back so Tom had some space and placed a gentle kiss on the human's lips. "Have a good day," he simpered in that way that always made Tom wish he could ban Loki from watching daytime television. Because, really? The stay-at-home wife routine was so much more disturbing when delivered by the God of Mischief and Lies. Tom was always afraid he'd come home to find the building burned down. Or a zoo in their living room. (It had happened once, and he really wouldn't put it past Loki to do it again.)
"You too, darling," Tom replied, because Loki hated it when he went off script.
And then he left to make his way to whatever interviews Luke had booked for him that day, silently repeating to himself, 'Don't forget the chocolate milk. Do not forget the chocolate milk.'
He forgot the chocolate milk.
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: Crack, Loki's a little shit
A/N: I put a large heaping of blame onto the shoulders of itsnotpoptarts for this travesty.
The chime of his alarm broke through the haze of sleep and Tom quickly reached over and turned it off before Loki could stir. He took a moment to rub sleep from his eyes, then climbed out of bed. He unplugged his mobile and carried it with him into the bathroom, checking his email as he went.
A shower and a quick brush of his teeth later, and Tom was back out in the bedroom, rooting through his wardrobe for something to wear on his morning run. Behind him, on the bed, Loki shifted and let out an adorable sound, and Tom froze, glancing over his shoulder to insure the god hadn't woken; he was an absolute horror if he was up before breakfast was cooking, and Tom wouldn't start on that until after his run.
But Loki remained asleep, cuddling against his pillow in a way that Tom absolutely couldn't resist. He opened the camera on his phone, took the shot, then returned to his clothing, resisting the urge to let out a rather unmanly giggle.
Once he was dressed, he went to the kitchen to fill his bottle with water, then stopped by his computer and rooted around for his headphones. They'd been buried under one of Loki's magical texts, attached to the iPod that had randomly appeared one day. (Tom had very determinedly not asked, because he knew Loki and didn't doubt there had been no legal currency involved in getting the music player. And, with Loki, you learned to pick your battles.)
After plugging the headphones into his mobile and snapping it into the armband he had to keep it safe, Tom made his way out of the flat.
The run was both calming and energising, and he slipped back into the flat with a grin. He tried to keep quiet, but he'd returned during a rather upbeat song and he danced his way into the kitchen to start breakfast. He pulled open the fridge, glanced around it for options, then froze upon finding the spot where the chocolate milk was supposed to be empty. A quick, panicked search turned up no chocolate milk in the fridge, but it had been added to the shop list.
Loki would kill him if there wasn't any chocolate milk.
Tom tugged helplessly at his hair for a moment, then turned to hurry back out, but a glance at the bedroom on his way past saw the bed empty, and when he pulled out his headphones, he could hear the shower running.
He was so dead. Either there was no chocolate milk and Loki would kill him, or there would be no breakfast and Loki would kill him.
And then, a moment's genius: There wasn't chocolate milk, but there was normal milk and chocolate ice cream. Loki thought Tom's skim milk was too weak, hence the reason he couldn't just mix up some chocolate milk, but the ice cream should solve that. Also, ice cream for breakfast; Loki would probably love him.
Maybe.
Tom really hoped so.
Tom darted back into the kitchen and pulled out everything he'd need for a milkshake. And, as an added security, he pulled out things for chocolate chip hotcakes, then got to work.
By the time Loki stumbled into the dining room, Tom had made about half the batter and the milkshake was done and sitting innocently in the blender. He left the hotcake-making for a bit and served out Loki his food and milkshake, then brought it out to him. "Good morning," he offered as he set the plate and cup down.
Loki considered everything with a frown. "Is it another one of those weird mortal holidays?" he asked, waving at the hotcakes; Tom rarely made something so sweet for breakfast, as he didn't much care for it.
"No. I just felt like doing something nice?" Tom suggested.
"What have you done?" Loki demanded, waving his fork at the human.
Tom shuffled out of arms reach. "I never got you more chocolate milk," he admitted.
Loki narrowed his eyes and picked up the glass next to his plate. "And this?"
"Ah, a chocolate milkshake. It's milk and ice cream."
Some of the anger drained from Loki's eyes at the name of his favourite food. He took a sip, considered it for a moment, then set the glass back down and turned his attention to the hotcakes. "This will suffice," he decided.
Tom resisted the urge to let out a relieved sound and returned to the kitchen to finish the last of the hotcakes. When they were finished, he made up a plate for himself, then brought that and the extras out to the dining room. Loki snatched most of the pile of extras, ate them in the time it took Tom to eat most of his first serving, then turned greedy eyes on the two he'd left on the plate.
Tom rolled his eyes. "I had some while I was making them," he said, and Loki took that as his permission to take the last two.
It was Loki's job to clean up, which he did while Tom changed for the day. As Tom was heading for the front door, though, Loki caught him and shoved him against the wall, pressed tight against Tom's front so their noses brushed. Tom went cross-eyed looking at him and couldn't help but swallow with some difficulty. "Yes?" he managed.
Loki's eyes glinted with the sort of evil intention that always made Tom more than a little nervous. "You will be making me chocolate milkshakes from now on."
"Okay," Tom breathed out.
"And if you forget my chocolate milk tonight, you will be sleeping on the ceiling."
And, by that, Loki meant he would bring Tom to the brink of orgasm, then keep him from coming and attach him to the ceiling by magic for the entire night, only to be freed when his morning alarm went off. It was absolutely miserable.
"I won't," Tom swore.
"Good." Loki nipped the end of Tom's nose, then pulled back so Tom had some space and placed a gentle kiss on the human's lips. "Have a good day," he simpered in that way that always made Tom wish he could ban Loki from watching daytime television. Because, really? The stay-at-home wife routine was so much more disturbing when delivered by the God of Mischief and Lies. Tom was always afraid he'd come home to find the building burned down. Or a zoo in their living room. (It had happened once, and he really wouldn't put it past Loki to do it again.)
"You too, darling," Tom replied, because Loki hated it when he went off script.
And then he left to make his way to whatever interviews Luke had booked for him that day, silently repeating to himself, 'Don't forget the chocolate milk. Do not forget the chocolate milk.'
He forgot the chocolate milk.
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
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: 30/11/12 21:08 (UTC)Ah *coughs* Poor Tom. Forgetting the chocolate milk. But at least Loki liked the chocolate shake *snickers*
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Date: 30/11/12 22:08 (UTC)