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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, Tom's and angel (with horns), suggestions of food sex, suggestions of public humiliation, spatula abuse
A/N: Your author cannot, in fact, cook. (Okay, little lie. Your author can make about three things in the kitchen, two of which involve a minor form of 'cooking'.)
Your author apologises in advance for any cooking inaccuracies.
Your author also needs to stop speaking of herself in the third person.
Also, I'm uncertain where Loki's sudden love for covering Tom in food has come from. And why chocolate syrup has yet to be involved. (I tried, Aisling. I really did.)
- Day Twenty-One: Cooking/Baking -
"I am capable of crafting food," Loki insisted from the entrance to the kitchen. He'd been banished there by Thomas ten minutes ago, after sneaking in to steal some of the cookie dough the mortal was working with.
"I might be willing to believe that, if you ever actually offered," Thomas returned absently as he left the two filled baking pans to check the oven.
Loki braced his arm against the wall and leaned forward to grab the unattended bowl with the rest of the cookie dough.
Thomas spun on the spot and flung a spatula at his head, which hit him just between the eyes and caused Loki to lose his grip on the wall. He dropped to the ground with a groan and grabbed at his face. "Owowowowowowow..." he moaned dramatically, though it was already mostly healed and had stopped hurting.
Thomas walked over, bent down to pick up the fallen spatula, then set about swatting Loki's shoulders and the top of his head with the flat side. "Out of the kitchen. Now."
Loki immediately scuttled back over the marked line between kitchen and dining room and levelled a glare on his lover. "I will kill you," he snarled, because it seemed like the proper response.
"You were warned," Thomas replied, unconcerned.
"I will string you up, naked, in the Tower of London."
"Of course you will."
"With a dildo stuck up your arse, all leaking and horny for the world to see and photograph."
"I'm shaking in my slippers."
"I'll put a sign on you: 'Free to fuck'."
The oven dinged and Thomas set about putting the two baking sheets inside, ignoring Loki entirely.
"I'll have you naked on a leash and lead you about the city on your knees, horny and completely unable to come while people stare at you–"
"Would you rather have sex, or cookies?" Thomas wondered a bit absently.
Loki huffed and pulled himself to his feet. "I intend to have both." He pointed at the cookie dough sitting innocently on the worktop.
"First off, you'll make yourself sick off that stuff, and you remember how pleasant you were last time you caught sick."
"I was perfectly plea–"
"You were a right horror and I fully intend to send you back to Asgard if you act like that again."
Loki scowled.
"Second, I am not letting you smear unbaked cookie dough all over my body just so you can gorge yourself as you fuck me, then leave me to clean it off while you nap. The ice cream was bad enough, but at least it was water soluble."
"But it was delicious," Loki pointed out.
Thomas pointed the spatula at him, unmoved. "No. You'll have cookies when these are done and if you come into my kitchen again, I'm inviting your brother over to share."
"And how, exactly, do you intend to reach my brother?" Loki wondered a bit mockingly.
Thomas smiled at him in just such a way that Loki felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Oh, didn't you know? He's in Midgard for a few weeks."
"No, he's not."
"Isn't he?"
Loki closed his eyes and took a brief jaunt to the metaphysical world to see if he could spot Thor's familiar spiritual self; it was easier on Midgard than it had ever been on Asgard, given the lack of trained magic in most mortals. Thor was, indeed, there, though fairly distant at the moment. "Hemsworth," Loki snarled as he came back to himself.
Thomas was smiling rather smugly, spatula held loosely in one hand, mobile in the other. "So, am I calling Chris, or are you going to behave yourself?"
And, oh, as much as Loki wanted cookie dough – especially while smeared all over his mortal lover – he had no interest in putting up with Thor, would avoid it at all costs. So he simply shot Thomas a nasty glare, then stalked off to go make trouble on the mortal's twitter account, trying to ignore Thomas' laughter following him.
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, Tom's and angel (with horns), suggestions of food sex, suggestions of public humiliation, spatula abuse
A/N: Your author cannot, in fact, cook. (Okay, little lie. Your author can make about three things in the kitchen, two of which involve a minor form of 'cooking'.)
Your author apologises in advance for any cooking inaccuracies.
Your author also needs to stop speaking of herself in the third person.
Also, I'm uncertain where Loki's sudden love for covering Tom in food has come from. And why chocolate syrup has yet to be involved. (I tried, Aisling. I really did.)
"I am capable of crafting food," Loki insisted from the entrance to the kitchen. He'd been banished there by Thomas ten minutes ago, after sneaking in to steal some of the cookie dough the mortal was working with.
"I might be willing to believe that, if you ever actually offered," Thomas returned absently as he left the two filled baking pans to check the oven.
Loki braced his arm against the wall and leaned forward to grab the unattended bowl with the rest of the cookie dough.
Thomas spun on the spot and flung a spatula at his head, which hit him just between the eyes and caused Loki to lose his grip on the wall. He dropped to the ground with a groan and grabbed at his face. "Owowowowowowow..." he moaned dramatically, though it was already mostly healed and had stopped hurting.
Thomas walked over, bent down to pick up the fallen spatula, then set about swatting Loki's shoulders and the top of his head with the flat side. "Out of the kitchen. Now."
Loki immediately scuttled back over the marked line between kitchen and dining room and levelled a glare on his lover. "I will kill you," he snarled, because it seemed like the proper response.
"You were warned," Thomas replied, unconcerned.
"I will string you up, naked, in the Tower of London."
"Of course you will."
"With a dildo stuck up your arse, all leaking and horny for the world to see and photograph."
"I'm shaking in my slippers."
"I'll put a sign on you: 'Free to fuck'."
The oven dinged and Thomas set about putting the two baking sheets inside, ignoring Loki entirely.
"I'll have you naked on a leash and lead you about the city on your knees, horny and completely unable to come while people stare at you–"
"Would you rather have sex, or cookies?" Thomas wondered a bit absently.
Loki huffed and pulled himself to his feet. "I intend to have both." He pointed at the cookie dough sitting innocently on the worktop.
"First off, you'll make yourself sick off that stuff, and you remember how pleasant you were last time you caught sick."
"I was perfectly plea–"
"You were a right horror and I fully intend to send you back to Asgard if you act like that again."
Loki scowled.
"Second, I am not letting you smear unbaked cookie dough all over my body just so you can gorge yourself as you fuck me, then leave me to clean it off while you nap. The ice cream was bad enough, but at least it was water soluble."
"But it was delicious," Loki pointed out.
Thomas pointed the spatula at him, unmoved. "No. You'll have cookies when these are done and if you come into my kitchen again, I'm inviting your brother over to share."
"And how, exactly, do you intend to reach my brother?" Loki wondered a bit mockingly.
Thomas smiled at him in just such a way that Loki felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Oh, didn't you know? He's in Midgard for a few weeks."
"No, he's not."
"Isn't he?"
Loki closed his eyes and took a brief jaunt to the metaphysical world to see if he could spot Thor's familiar spiritual self; it was easier on Midgard than it had ever been on Asgard, given the lack of trained magic in most mortals. Thor was, indeed, there, though fairly distant at the moment. "Hemsworth," Loki snarled as he came back to himself.
Thomas was smiling rather smugly, spatula held loosely in one hand, mobile in the other. "So, am I calling Chris, or are you going to behave yourself?"
And, oh, as much as Loki wanted cookie dough – especially while smeared all over his mortal lover – he had no interest in putting up with Thor, would avoid it at all costs. So he simply shot Thomas a nasty glare, then stalked off to go make trouble on the mortal's twitter account, trying to ignore Thomas' laughter following him.
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
26 - Getting Married ||| 27 - Birthday ||| 28 - Something Ridiculous ||| 29 - Something Sweet ||| 30 - Something Hot
Masterlist
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Date: 5/12/12 19:39 (UTC)Hilarious!! *pets Loki* You'll get your naked Tom with cookies soon *snickers*
This was AWESOME!
Spatula abuse is always fun *coughs, shifty eyed*
And love how Loki's threats weren't taken seriously...but the cookie dough was *snickers more*
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Date: 5/12/12 19:45 (UTC)Oh, Tom's so used to Loki by now that he just trusts that anything coming out of his mouth is an empty threat. Especially when said threats would require him to share.
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Date: 5/12/12 21:31 (UTC)no subject
Date: 5/12/12 21:39 (UTC)