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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, minor fight between the boys, Chris saves the day
A/N: In a point of warning, your author has absolutely zero fashion sense. (You think I'm kidding. I'm not; my idea of dressing up is putting on one of my few t-shirts without a picture on it, possibly the jumper Mum made me for Yule a couple years ago, if it's cold enough. Also, not wearing my pirate hat. That seems to be a key point, for some reason. Not sure why pirate hats aren't fashionable...)
There are reasons I rarely make comment on what characters are wearing in my writing. :/
- Day Nineteen: In Formal Wear -
Tom fiddled with his tie for a long moment, watching himself in the mirror. As ever, he looked quite dapper in the black slacks and white button-up. He was still uncertain whether to pick his grey suit jacket or the black one, but he was leaning more towards the grey, given the dark green tie Loki had replaced all his other ties with that morning. Not that he couldn't go with the black, it just felt too formal. If he had a lighter tie, maybe, or if he intended to wear his tux, it would be okay, but not like it was now.
He sighed and finally left the tie to sit. It wasn't what he would usually wear, preferring grey ties with a pattern; black; or blue or red, if he wanted a flash of colour. He tended to avoid green, since everyone connected that colour with Loki. And while he, by no means, disliked Loki, he didn't necessarily want to be constantly compared to his big role. Especially since said 'big role' was also his lover.
Speaking of Loki... Tom stepped out into the living room and looked to where Loki was curled up on the couch in nothing but an open bathrobe, Tom's copy of Othello open in his hands. "Please?" he tried for what was probably the twelfth time in the past two days.
"No," Loki replied, not looking up from the book. "I'm reading."
Given how much he'd sneered at Shakespeare when Tom handed over one of his plays months ago, Tom was nearly certain Loki wasn't actually reading the book for enjoyment, but rather to be difficult. Just like he'd vanished all of Tom's ties, and stuck his best shoes to the ceiling. (Tom was wearing his second-best, because he knew he'd never get them down without Loki's help.)
"You can read at the première?"
Loki shot him a disgusted look. "I'm not going, mortal."
Oh. Well. So he was 'mortal' again, was he? Tom pressed his mouth in a thin line to keep from saying something nasty in response; it was a skill, not responding to things that irritated him, and one he'd had much practise with when Loki had first moved in with him a few months ago. He'd thought they were past that, but clearly not.
He went back into the bedroom to pick out his grey jacket, then made for the door, pulling it on. "Goodbye," he offered before stepping outside.
Out on the pavement, he took a deep breath of the familiar air of his home and managed a smile for his driver when he stepped out of the waiting car. "Rough night?" he asked.
"It'll be fine," Tom returned, sliding into the car.
"Are we picking up your date?"
Tom had to force his smile to remain steady. "No. Not this time."
His driver, wisely, didn't ask.
The cinema wasn't far from his flat, but he'd already been warned off about walking there in his suit, especially now that he was so well known. If Loki had agreed to come, he could have chanced the walk, knowing the god would keep them both safe and out of the public eye.
But Loki had made his feelings on seeing Thor: The Dark World quite clear. Tom would be lucky if he didn't ban the blu-ray from the flat.
On the red carpet, he greeted his co-workers and answered various questions posed to him with a wide smile. It wasn't until Chris pulled him to the side, blocking Tom from view of any cameras and asking, "Where's Loki?" that he let his smile fall.
"He's not coming," he replied, monotone.
Chris' mouth pressed into a thin line.
"It doesn't matter," Tom continued, shrugging, trying to blow it off because he didn't need his best friend feeling sorry for him.
"It does. He said he'd be here."
Tom raised an eyebrow at that. "Not to me. He's made his feelings on this film perfectly clear."
Chris' eyes flickered down to the green tie, knowing Tom's preference in avoiding the colour. "Let me borrow your phone?"
Tom frowned. "Why?" he asked, even as he handed it over.
Chris smiled reassuringly and took a moment to sort through Tom's lock screen and find the application to call someone, then held the mobile to his ear. When it picked up, Tom thought he heard Loki's voice snapping, "What?" before Chris snapped, "Either you get your skinny bum down here and act like a proper boyfriend, or I get in contact with your brother and have him drag you back to Asgard for the next two weeks. Clear?" Then he hung up and handed the mobile back to Tom.
Tom sort of blinked at him in disbelief for a long minute, then demanded, "What the hell was that?"
Chris didn't get the chance to answer as Loki suddenly appeared at Tom's elbow, dressed in all black but for Tom's favourite blue tie and his scarf from Thor. "You would be wise, Hemsworth, not to threaten me again," he snarled.
"Don't be a jerk," Chris returned, unafraid. "You told me last month that you were excited to see this film."
"What?" Tom mumbled, blinking between the two. Loki had expressed nothing but disgust for the second Thor film around him.
Loki's expression completely closed off. "I did nothing of the sort."
"I have chat transcripts."
Loki's lips curled with a nasty smile as he raised one hand. "I shall enjoy sending you to my daughter, mor–"
Tom grabbed Loki's arm and forced it down. "Enough," he hissed, narrowing his eyes at the god. "You're not threatening Chris because you decided to mix your lies and got caught. If you're determined to be homicidal today, go home. Otherwise, calm down and smile for the cameras."
Something uncertain passed over Loki's features before he schooled them into a polite smile and eased his arm from Tom's grip. "Of course, Thomas," he murmured, perfectly polite.
Tom was more than a little suspicious, but he quickly pasted his own smile in place, familiar enough with the sensation of Loki's magic keeping them unnoticed to sense when it was fading away.
It took a moment for the reporters to recognise that a new man, looking very like Tom, had joined him and Chris in moving along the red carpet. The nearest reporter quickly called out, "Mr Hiddleston!" and Tom took Loki's arm to drag him over, leaving Chris to find Elsa alone.
"Hello, there," Tom offered cheerfully.
"Who is this gentleman?" the reporter asked, and his and at least a half-dozen other microphones immediately turned Tom's way.
At his side, Loki tensed.
Tom glanced over at him, offering a smile that was half reassurance, half 'please don't make a scene', then answered, "This is Loki, my lover." Loki, unexpectedly, relaxed at the last word.
There was a brief silence, then an explosion of questions, everywhere from asking about Loki's gender, to questioning the extent of the word 'lover'. The original reporter, though, asked, "The Loki?"
Tom let out a brief laugh. "Yes. The Loki. God of Lies and Mischief. And, please, for the sake of everyone's sanity, don't challenge him about it."
"Ah, but Thomas, that could prove so much fun," Loki said, voice smooth as silk.
Tom raised an eyebrow at the god and Loki smirked back. He could feel Loki's fingers gesturing against his arm and resigned himself to some old-fashioned mayhem, but all that occurred was the scarf from Avengers Assemble appearing around his neck.
"You forgot something at home," Loki offered with a disturbingly sweet smile.
Tom could think of no better response but to laugh and kiss the smile off the god's lips, cameras be damned. If he wanted to kiss his lover, he was going to kiss his lover. "Behave," he whispered as he pulled away.
There was a spark of honest happiness in Loki's eyes even as he smirked and replied, "Don't I always?"
Okay. So maybe the world wasn't ready for Loki, but Tom was still glad he'd come.
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, minor fight between the boys, Chris saves the day
A/N: In a point of warning, your author has absolutely zero fashion sense. (You think I'm kidding. I'm not; my idea of dressing up is putting on one of my few t-shirts without a picture on it, possibly the jumper Mum made me for Yule a couple years ago, if it's cold enough. Also, not wearing my pirate hat. That seems to be a key point, for some reason. Not sure why pirate hats aren't fashionable...)
There are reasons I rarely make comment on what characters are wearing in my writing. :/
Tom fiddled with his tie for a long moment, watching himself in the mirror. As ever, he looked quite dapper in the black slacks and white button-up. He was still uncertain whether to pick his grey suit jacket or the black one, but he was leaning more towards the grey, given the dark green tie Loki had replaced all his other ties with that morning. Not that he couldn't go with the black, it just felt too formal. If he had a lighter tie, maybe, or if he intended to wear his tux, it would be okay, but not like it was now.
He sighed and finally left the tie to sit. It wasn't what he would usually wear, preferring grey ties with a pattern; black; or blue or red, if he wanted a flash of colour. He tended to avoid green, since everyone connected that colour with Loki. And while he, by no means, disliked Loki, he didn't necessarily want to be constantly compared to his big role. Especially since said 'big role' was also his lover.
Speaking of Loki... Tom stepped out into the living room and looked to where Loki was curled up on the couch in nothing but an open bathrobe, Tom's copy of Othello open in his hands. "Please?" he tried for what was probably the twelfth time in the past two days.
"No," Loki replied, not looking up from the book. "I'm reading."
Given how much he'd sneered at Shakespeare when Tom handed over one of his plays months ago, Tom was nearly certain Loki wasn't actually reading the book for enjoyment, but rather to be difficult. Just like he'd vanished all of Tom's ties, and stuck his best shoes to the ceiling. (Tom was wearing his second-best, because he knew he'd never get them down without Loki's help.)
"You can read at the première?"
Loki shot him a disgusted look. "I'm not going, mortal."
Oh. Well. So he was 'mortal' again, was he? Tom pressed his mouth in a thin line to keep from saying something nasty in response; it was a skill, not responding to things that irritated him, and one he'd had much practise with when Loki had first moved in with him a few months ago. He'd thought they were past that, but clearly not.
He went back into the bedroom to pick out his grey jacket, then made for the door, pulling it on. "Goodbye," he offered before stepping outside.
Out on the pavement, he took a deep breath of the familiar air of his home and managed a smile for his driver when he stepped out of the waiting car. "Rough night?" he asked.
"It'll be fine," Tom returned, sliding into the car.
"Are we picking up your date?"
Tom had to force his smile to remain steady. "No. Not this time."
His driver, wisely, didn't ask.
The cinema wasn't far from his flat, but he'd already been warned off about walking there in his suit, especially now that he was so well known. If Loki had agreed to come, he could have chanced the walk, knowing the god would keep them both safe and out of the public eye.
But Loki had made his feelings on seeing Thor: The Dark World quite clear. Tom would be lucky if he didn't ban the blu-ray from the flat.
On the red carpet, he greeted his co-workers and answered various questions posed to him with a wide smile. It wasn't until Chris pulled him to the side, blocking Tom from view of any cameras and asking, "Where's Loki?" that he let his smile fall.
"He's not coming," he replied, monotone.
Chris' mouth pressed into a thin line.
"It doesn't matter," Tom continued, shrugging, trying to blow it off because he didn't need his best friend feeling sorry for him.
"It does. He said he'd be here."
Tom raised an eyebrow at that. "Not to me. He's made his feelings on this film perfectly clear."
Chris' eyes flickered down to the green tie, knowing Tom's preference in avoiding the colour. "Let me borrow your phone?"
Tom frowned. "Why?" he asked, even as he handed it over.
Chris smiled reassuringly and took a moment to sort through Tom's lock screen and find the application to call someone, then held the mobile to his ear. When it picked up, Tom thought he heard Loki's voice snapping, "What?" before Chris snapped, "Either you get your skinny bum down here and act like a proper boyfriend, or I get in contact with your brother and have him drag you back to Asgard for the next two weeks. Clear?" Then he hung up and handed the mobile back to Tom.
Tom sort of blinked at him in disbelief for a long minute, then demanded, "What the hell was that?"
Chris didn't get the chance to answer as Loki suddenly appeared at Tom's elbow, dressed in all black but for Tom's favourite blue tie and his scarf from Thor. "You would be wise, Hemsworth, not to threaten me again," he snarled.
"Don't be a jerk," Chris returned, unafraid. "You told me last month that you were excited to see this film."
"What?" Tom mumbled, blinking between the two. Loki had expressed nothing but disgust for the second Thor film around him.
Loki's expression completely closed off. "I did nothing of the sort."
"I have chat transcripts."
Loki's lips curled with a nasty smile as he raised one hand. "I shall enjoy sending you to my daughter, mor–"
Tom grabbed Loki's arm and forced it down. "Enough," he hissed, narrowing his eyes at the god. "You're not threatening Chris because you decided to mix your lies and got caught. If you're determined to be homicidal today, go home. Otherwise, calm down and smile for the cameras."
Something uncertain passed over Loki's features before he schooled them into a polite smile and eased his arm from Tom's grip. "Of course, Thomas," he murmured, perfectly polite.
Tom was more than a little suspicious, but he quickly pasted his own smile in place, familiar enough with the sensation of Loki's magic keeping them unnoticed to sense when it was fading away.
It took a moment for the reporters to recognise that a new man, looking very like Tom, had joined him and Chris in moving along the red carpet. The nearest reporter quickly called out, "Mr Hiddleston!" and Tom took Loki's arm to drag him over, leaving Chris to find Elsa alone.
"Hello, there," Tom offered cheerfully.
"Who is this gentleman?" the reporter asked, and his and at least a half-dozen other microphones immediately turned Tom's way.
At his side, Loki tensed.
Tom glanced over at him, offering a smile that was half reassurance, half 'please don't make a scene', then answered, "This is Loki, my lover." Loki, unexpectedly, relaxed at the last word.
There was a brief silence, then an explosion of questions, everywhere from asking about Loki's gender, to questioning the extent of the word 'lover'. The original reporter, though, asked, "The Loki?"
Tom let out a brief laugh. "Yes. The Loki. God of Lies and Mischief. And, please, for the sake of everyone's sanity, don't challenge him about it."
"Ah, but Thomas, that could prove so much fun," Loki said, voice smooth as silk.
Tom raised an eyebrow at the god and Loki smirked back. He could feel Loki's fingers gesturing against his arm and resigned himself to some old-fashioned mayhem, but all that occurred was the scarf from Avengers Assemble appearing around his neck.
"You forgot something at home," Loki offered with a disturbingly sweet smile.
Tom could think of no better response but to laugh and kiss the smile off the god's lips, cameras be damned. If he wanted to kiss his lover, he was going to kiss his lover. "Behave," he whispered as he pulled away.
There was a spark of honest happiness in Loki's eyes even as he smirked and replied, "Don't I always?"
Okay. So maybe the world wasn't ready for Loki, but Tom was still glad he'd come.
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 |||
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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