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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: Battle, Loki's a little shit, Loki honestly cares about Tom, Tom's an angel (with horns), Amora and Skurge are pathetic (like always)
A/N: Vaguely inspired by an idea I had for the Interaction series that got scrapped before I started working on Give This Man His Wings.
I went back and forth a bit over whether or not to kill Loki off. Ended up deciding not to.
You're welcome.
And the bit about Project Wendy was written before Kate said she'd received confirmation that Tom had it at last. I am in the zone. (Not that we've heard from Tom, yet...)
- Day Twenty-Two: In Battle, Side-By-Side -
It was an average, rather boring day. Loki hadn't complained over breakfast about anything, the filming crews were packed up for the holidays, and Tom was spending the day reading over fanmail at the office while a brilliant video inspired by the MTV After Hours skit he'd preformed played on his laptop. (He thought it was wonderful, but Loki thought it was stupid and refused to let it in the flat – Tom was lucky he'd got the book past his lover, honestly, but at least the book didn't make any noise – so he kept the video at the office and let it run while he was working.)
Not that answering fanmail was boring, per se, but one expected a certain amount of chaos when living with the God of Mischief. There were times when Loki would follow him in to the office and play around with the electronics, or move things when people looked away for a moment. There were also days when Loki would sit quietly by Tom's side and help him answer fanmail – Tom always spent those days half afraid Loki was going to be nasty in his replies, half grateful for the assistance – or chat politely with others in the office, no pranks in sight. And Tom, as crazy as Loki's visits made him, always missed him when he decided to stay at the flat. Like today.
Tom finished sealing the return envelope for his latest response, then took a moment to stretch and eye the nearest clock. It was nearly time for lunch, and if he left now, he could make it home about the time Loki would be looking for food. (The god completely ruined all expectations by being particular about what time he ate at, and Tom had never seen him miss his designated time to eat by more than two minutes, no matter what happened.) So he put the envelope in his outbox and stood from his desk.
"Leaving for lunch?" one of his nearby fellows asked.
"Heading home for, yeah," he agreed, picking up his coat and sunglasses.
She grinned. "Ooh. Bit of a quickie before you dive back into your pile?"
Tom laughed. "Nah. Rather bring him back with me and see how well he fits under my desk." He wiggled his eyebrows as a number of people nearby laughed, while a couple made vague noises of complaint.
Outside, he took a moment to consider the heavy lunch hour traffic, then waved away the waiting driver; it would be faster for him to walk, and he didn't live so far from the office that anyone had reason to complain. So Tom pulled his hat tight over his head and wrapped his scarf around enough to cover his mouth; with his sunglasses hiding his eyes, he knew no one would look twice at him as they moved past.
He was maybe two blocks from his and Loki's flat when the explosion occurred not half a metre in front of him. A year living with Loki had taught him how to keep his feet when the unexpected occurred, but it couldn't possibly have kept him safe from the debris.
Yet, safe he was. While others lay around him, blood showing through bulky winter coats or along the unprotected skin of their faces, he stood, untouched. Loki did something, he suspected.
But there was no time to thank his lover, because a bolt of violently green magic – too light a colour to be Loki's – came straight for him. He flinched back, but the light dissipated against a sort of faintly blue bubble encasing him.
"Fight me, you pathetic excuse for a god!" a woman screamed from above him.
Tom glanced up to find a woman in a revealing green gown, with long blonde hair, standing on the roof of the building he'd been walking past. A rather extensive knowledge of all things Marvel – or, at the least, all things to do with Loki – let him recognise her as Amora. A year of carefully wheedling truths from the God of Lies told him she and Loki had often worked together in the past – and slept together once, when he needed her unconscious for one of his plans – until he had betrayed her in a rather unpleasant manner that had her swearing vengeance upon him.
And now she's collecting on that vengeance. Except she thinks I'm Loki, Tom recognised as he dodged another blast of magic, uncertain how long his protective bubble would hold. He knew enough about magic to know there was a limit to how much a spell could do away from its caster, and he didn't want to find that limit at the wrong end of Amora's magic. He needed to get Loki.
Tom turned and ran towards his flat, dodging startled people and hoping he could make it to his home before–
The pavement exploded all around him and Tom went flying through the air.
Someone caught him by one leg and he gave a moment's hope it would be Loki, but is was Skurge who was glaring down at him as Amora finally caught up, flushed an angry red and gasping from exertion. "What makes you think that you can just ru–" She cut herself off, an odd expression crossing her face. "Oh? You're not that backstabbing little Jötun."
"No," Tom stated with all his hard-won calm and dry tone from dealing with Loki for a year, "I'm not. Now if you would kindly put me do–"
"Kill him," Amora told Skurge, turning away.
Right. I'm screwed, Tom recognised. But he wasn't just going to lay there and die like a good human, so he braced his free foot against the grip Skurge had on him and shoved.
The same blue light that had created the protective bubble rose up, out of his skin, and loosened Skurge's grip on his leg enough for him to get free, then cushioned Tom before he could slam rather painfully against the ground, given that Skurge had been holding him over the edge of a roof some four storeys up.
And, okay, so magic wasn't really something he had extensive knowledge of, but living with Loki for a year had taught him enough that he was pretty sure protective shield spells didn't act like that. So what–?
Something sent Amora crashing into Skurge above him, sending them both toppling off the roof. Tom quickly scurried out of the way and cleared the spot just before the two crashed into the pavement without any cushioning magic to ease their landing.
Over the edge of the roof, Loki appeared like an avenging angel, dressed in full battle gear and hands glowing with dark green magic. He stared down on the scene for a moment before suddenly disappearing from the roof, only to reappear at Tom's side. "You're alive," he breathed, pulling Tom into a hug.
Tom relaxed against the god, burying his face against Loki's neck as the fear finally caught up to him, making him shake like a leaf in the wind. "Yeah," he whispered. "Yeah, I'm okay."
The familiar feel of Loki's magic tingled against his skin and an ache in Tom's leg that he hadn't even noticed – from where Skurge had held him, he was fairly certain – faded away. When the magic faded, taking Tom's shaking with it, Loki finally asked, "How?"
Tom shook his head and pulled away enough to meet Loki's eyes, sharp with barely contained anger and a well of love and concern that Tom knew, without asking, was for him. "I don't know," he admitted. "I just... I fell, and this blue magic caught me."
Loki raised both eyebrows. "Intriguing."
"Do you have any idea–"
"Loki!" Amora screamed as she finally stumbled off Skurge's groaning form. Blood coloured her hair and dress, ruining the rather lovely image she'd previously been, and her expression was twisted with such fury that Tom honestly felt no shame in stepping around behind his lover, keeping the god between him and the angry enchantress.
Loki smiled, an edge of violence turning what should have appeared sweet into something nearly as terrifying as Amora's fury. "Amora, darling," he purred. "What brings you struggling between dimensions?"
"I will see you dead, Jötun scum," Amora snarled.
"Oh, revenge. Of course," Loki said, completely unconcerned. "How...plebeian. Ah, but I should expect nothing less from a banished purveyor of party tricks."
Amora let out a wordless scream of fury and shot a large ball of bright green fire at the god.
Loki redirected the ball with an offhanded spell, covering his mouth as though politely hiding a yawn.
Amora snarled and turned to Skurge, who was finally regaining his feet, swaying slightly from blood loss or a crack to the head, Tom wasn't sure which. "Get the mortal," she ordered him, "and break his neck."
Loki's shoulders tensed and he made a quick motion with his hands that sent a more moderately-sized, darker green fireball than Amora had let out towards the burly man.
It was Amora's turn to reflect the spell, but she didn't look bored while doing so, only pleased.
"Blue magic," Loki hissed from the corner of his mouth, voice not matching the vaguely panicked turn of his eyes or the hurried spells he cast to try keeping Skurge back – and which Amora kept deflecting – in the slightest. "It protected you from a fall. What else?"
"Uhm, protected me from her attacks, like a bubble, and sort of... I don't know. Pushed Skurge's hand away from my leg."
"A bubble?" Loki wondered, amusement in his tone.
"Well, what would you call it, then?" Tom hissed. Maybe Loki was unbothered by Skurge's approach, but Tom most certainly wasn't.
"I didn't see it," Loki pointed out logically. "Why don't you see if you can show me? And maybe keep that lumbering fool at bay while you're at it."
"You're a complete arse," Tom muttered even as he closed his eyes, uncertain if it would work, but also a bit afraid to look.
Skurge let out a roar of fury and Tom could actually feel the collision of Æsir and magical barrier in his bones.
Loki cackled, no longer pretending to be even the slightest bit concerned. "How long can you hold that?" he asked Tom.
"You ask that like you think I have any idea what I'm doing," Tom muttered.
Loki huffed in amusement. "Are you feeling at all tired?"
Tom considered that for a moment before finally opening his eyes and looking over Loki's shoulder at where Skurge and Amora were raging outside the light blue barrier. "No."
"Then we'll be fine," Loki decided, stroking a hand against Tom's cheek. "This will be best if you have no physical contact with me while I cast. When I say so, however, I will need you to wrap your arms around my waist and drop your 'bubble'. Do you understand?"
Tom swallowed. "Yeah."
Loki nodded and stepped away from him, turning back towards Amora and Skurge. Then he started chanting, voice gone deep and and quiet, the syllables of the unfamiliar words cutting between his teeth like shards of glass.
Amora was so busy yelling at Skurge and the barrier and Loki that she didn't realise he was chanting until just before Loki called, "Thomas!"
Tom gripped tight to Loki's waist and closed his eyes against the dark green and bright gold magic crawling between his fingers and up his arms, silently dragging the blue bubble back inside himself and hoping this worked, because he had no idea what he was doing or what Loki was up to.
But, as odd as it might seem, he trusted Loki. In that moment, with the current danger, he trusted Loki to keep them both safe and keep Amora and Skurge from harming them. And, judging by the widening of Amora's eyes that Tom had caught before closing his own, she knew what was happening. There had been no fear or defeat in her eyes, only anger, so Tom could even trust that his lover wasn't intent on killing his past co-conspirators, which was more than he could have said for the god a year ago.
There was a rushing of wind, the sense of something deep inside of him tugging him away from Loki, but Tom held on, burying his face against the shoulder armour hidden beneath Loki's cape and not even bothering to pray, because the only god he had any trust in any more was right in front of him.
And then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the wind was gone.
Tom chanced a glance up and found the area cleared of Amora and Skurge, including the specks of blood that had been left behind from their fall. Other humans appeared, untouched, from where they had hidden when Loki and Amora had traded fireballs.
Loki let out a breath of relief and loosened Tom's grip on him just enough to turn and face the human. He was smiling as he cupped Tom's cheek and murmured, "You never cease to surprise me, my Thomas," before pressing his mouth to Tom's, immediately forcing his tongue in the human's mouth. Tom had no interest in stopping him, only pressing closer to the god.
When Loki pulled away – smirking at the whimper Tom couldn't quite suppress – they were in their flat. "I nearly missed lunch," the god commented, his armour fading away to the human-style clothing he'd taken to wearing at Tom's request a few months after they'd got together. (Undoing Loki's Asgardian clothing had proven too much of a chore for Tom, never mind the looks he gained on the rare occasion that he went out in the world without a veil of invisibility.)
And Tom burst out laughing. Because they'd just faced down Amora and Skurge and Tom apparently had magic, and all Loki wanted was to eat at his designated time.
Tricksters.
"I was going to make spaghetti, but I suppose now we'll have to make do with a burger," Loki said, completely ignoring Tom.
Tom smothered his amusement and glanced at the clock. It was definitely too late to make Loki spaghetti if he wanted it for lunch, and it was pushing it to make hamburgers. "There's makings for a salad, if you'd rather," he suggested around a helpless burble of laughter.
Loki flashed him a smile, mischief bright in his eyes. "Oh, no," he said. "You'll need your strength if we're to work on training your magic."
"I'm not staying long. I need to get back to wor–"
"With untrained magic?" Loki wondered.
Tom frowned and considered that for a moment while Loki moved around the kitchen, pulling out everything he'd need for burgers. "I'm not taking a half day," he decided. "If you're so worried, you can come back with me." And then he remembered that he'd suggested hiding Loki under his desk for a blowjob while he worked. Not that the god would ever allow Tom to demean him in such a way.
"What?" Loki asked, clearly catching the evil little smile Tom hadn't bothered to hide.
"You can crawl under my desk and watch everyone freak out."
Loki's eyes gleamed with mischief while his mouth curled to match Tom's. "Oh, that could be fun," he agreed.
Loki did come back to work with Tom after hamburgers. And the god did crawl under his desk, and then proceeded to make the most obscene noises while Tom tried to keep a straight face – or at least look like he was getting some, not trying to keep from laughing. About half the office laughed or hooted while the others were torn between horror and disbelief.
Perhaps it wasn't such an average, boring day 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: Battle, Loki's a little shit, Loki honestly cares about Tom, Tom's an angel (with horns), Amora and Skurge are pathetic (like always)
A/N: Vaguely inspired by an idea I had for the Interaction series that got scrapped before I started working on Give This Man His Wings.
I went back and forth a bit over whether or not to kill Loki off. Ended up deciding not to.
You're welcome.
And the bit about Project Wendy was written before Kate said she'd received confirmation that Tom had it at last. I am in the zone. (Not that we've heard from Tom, yet...)
It was an average, rather boring day. Loki hadn't complained over breakfast about anything, the filming crews were packed up for the holidays, and Tom was spending the day reading over fanmail at the office while a brilliant video inspired by the MTV After Hours skit he'd preformed played on his laptop. (He thought it was wonderful, but Loki thought it was stupid and refused to let it in the flat – Tom was lucky he'd got the book past his lover, honestly, but at least the book didn't make any noise – so he kept the video at the office and let it run while he was working.)
Not that answering fanmail was boring, per se, but one expected a certain amount of chaos when living with the God of Mischief. There were times when Loki would follow him in to the office and play around with the electronics, or move things when people looked away for a moment. There were also days when Loki would sit quietly by Tom's side and help him answer fanmail – Tom always spent those days half afraid Loki was going to be nasty in his replies, half grateful for the assistance – or chat politely with others in the office, no pranks in sight. And Tom, as crazy as Loki's visits made him, always missed him when he decided to stay at the flat. Like today.
Tom finished sealing the return envelope for his latest response, then took a moment to stretch and eye the nearest clock. It was nearly time for lunch, and if he left now, he could make it home about the time Loki would be looking for food. (The god completely ruined all expectations by being particular about what time he ate at, and Tom had never seen him miss his designated time to eat by more than two minutes, no matter what happened.) So he put the envelope in his outbox and stood from his desk.
"Leaving for lunch?" one of his nearby fellows asked.
"Heading home for, yeah," he agreed, picking up his coat and sunglasses.
She grinned. "Ooh. Bit of a quickie before you dive back into your pile?"
Tom laughed. "Nah. Rather bring him back with me and see how well he fits under my desk." He wiggled his eyebrows as a number of people nearby laughed, while a couple made vague noises of complaint.
Outside, he took a moment to consider the heavy lunch hour traffic, then waved away the waiting driver; it would be faster for him to walk, and he didn't live so far from the office that anyone had reason to complain. So Tom pulled his hat tight over his head and wrapped his scarf around enough to cover his mouth; with his sunglasses hiding his eyes, he knew no one would look twice at him as they moved past.
He was maybe two blocks from his and Loki's flat when the explosion occurred not half a metre in front of him. A year living with Loki had taught him how to keep his feet when the unexpected occurred, but it couldn't possibly have kept him safe from the debris.
Yet, safe he was. While others lay around him, blood showing through bulky winter coats or along the unprotected skin of their faces, he stood, untouched. Loki did something, he suspected.
But there was no time to thank his lover, because a bolt of violently green magic – too light a colour to be Loki's – came straight for him. He flinched back, but the light dissipated against a sort of faintly blue bubble encasing him.
"Fight me, you pathetic excuse for a god!" a woman screamed from above him.
Tom glanced up to find a woman in a revealing green gown, with long blonde hair, standing on the roof of the building he'd been walking past. A rather extensive knowledge of all things Marvel – or, at the least, all things to do with Loki – let him recognise her as Amora. A year of carefully wheedling truths from the God of Lies told him she and Loki had often worked together in the past – and slept together once, when he needed her unconscious for one of his plans – until he had betrayed her in a rather unpleasant manner that had her swearing vengeance upon him.
And now she's collecting on that vengeance. Except she thinks I'm Loki, Tom recognised as he dodged another blast of magic, uncertain how long his protective bubble would hold. He knew enough about magic to know there was a limit to how much a spell could do away from its caster, and he didn't want to find that limit at the wrong end of Amora's magic. He needed to get Loki.
Tom turned and ran towards his flat, dodging startled people and hoping he could make it to his home before–
The pavement exploded all around him and Tom went flying through the air.
Someone caught him by one leg and he gave a moment's hope it would be Loki, but is was Skurge who was glaring down at him as Amora finally caught up, flushed an angry red and gasping from exertion. "What makes you think that you can just ru–" She cut herself off, an odd expression crossing her face. "Oh? You're not that backstabbing little Jötun."
"No," Tom stated with all his hard-won calm and dry tone from dealing with Loki for a year, "I'm not. Now if you would kindly put me do–"
"Kill him," Amora told Skurge, turning away.
Right. I'm screwed, Tom recognised. But he wasn't just going to lay there and die like a good human, so he braced his free foot against the grip Skurge had on him and shoved.
The same blue light that had created the protective bubble rose up, out of his skin, and loosened Skurge's grip on his leg enough for him to get free, then cushioned Tom before he could slam rather painfully against the ground, given that Skurge had been holding him over the edge of a roof some four storeys up.
And, okay, so magic wasn't really something he had extensive knowledge of, but living with Loki for a year had taught him enough that he was pretty sure protective shield spells didn't act like that. So what–?
Something sent Amora crashing into Skurge above him, sending them both toppling off the roof. Tom quickly scurried out of the way and cleared the spot just before the two crashed into the pavement without any cushioning magic to ease their landing.
Over the edge of the roof, Loki appeared like an avenging angel, dressed in full battle gear and hands glowing with dark green magic. He stared down on the scene for a moment before suddenly disappearing from the roof, only to reappear at Tom's side. "You're alive," he breathed, pulling Tom into a hug.
Tom relaxed against the god, burying his face against Loki's neck as the fear finally caught up to him, making him shake like a leaf in the wind. "Yeah," he whispered. "Yeah, I'm okay."
The familiar feel of Loki's magic tingled against his skin and an ache in Tom's leg that he hadn't even noticed – from where Skurge had held him, he was fairly certain – faded away. When the magic faded, taking Tom's shaking with it, Loki finally asked, "How?"
Tom shook his head and pulled away enough to meet Loki's eyes, sharp with barely contained anger and a well of love and concern that Tom knew, without asking, was for him. "I don't know," he admitted. "I just... I fell, and this blue magic caught me."
Loki raised both eyebrows. "Intriguing."
"Do you have any idea–"
"Loki!" Amora screamed as she finally stumbled off Skurge's groaning form. Blood coloured her hair and dress, ruining the rather lovely image she'd previously been, and her expression was twisted with such fury that Tom honestly felt no shame in stepping around behind his lover, keeping the god between him and the angry enchantress.
Loki smiled, an edge of violence turning what should have appeared sweet into something nearly as terrifying as Amora's fury. "Amora, darling," he purred. "What brings you struggling between dimensions?"
"I will see you dead, Jötun scum," Amora snarled.
"Oh, revenge. Of course," Loki said, completely unconcerned. "How...plebeian. Ah, but I should expect nothing less from a banished purveyor of party tricks."
Amora let out a wordless scream of fury and shot a large ball of bright green fire at the god.
Loki redirected the ball with an offhanded spell, covering his mouth as though politely hiding a yawn.
Amora snarled and turned to Skurge, who was finally regaining his feet, swaying slightly from blood loss or a crack to the head, Tom wasn't sure which. "Get the mortal," she ordered him, "and break his neck."
Loki's shoulders tensed and he made a quick motion with his hands that sent a more moderately-sized, darker green fireball than Amora had let out towards the burly man.
It was Amora's turn to reflect the spell, but she didn't look bored while doing so, only pleased.
"Blue magic," Loki hissed from the corner of his mouth, voice not matching the vaguely panicked turn of his eyes or the hurried spells he cast to try keeping Skurge back – and which Amora kept deflecting – in the slightest. "It protected you from a fall. What else?"
"Uhm, protected me from her attacks, like a bubble, and sort of... I don't know. Pushed Skurge's hand away from my leg."
"A bubble?" Loki wondered, amusement in his tone.
"Well, what would you call it, then?" Tom hissed. Maybe Loki was unbothered by Skurge's approach, but Tom most certainly wasn't.
"I didn't see it," Loki pointed out logically. "Why don't you see if you can show me? And maybe keep that lumbering fool at bay while you're at it."
"You're a complete arse," Tom muttered even as he closed his eyes, uncertain if it would work, but also a bit afraid to look.
Skurge let out a roar of fury and Tom could actually feel the collision of Æsir and magical barrier in his bones.
Loki cackled, no longer pretending to be even the slightest bit concerned. "How long can you hold that?" he asked Tom.
"You ask that like you think I have any idea what I'm doing," Tom muttered.
Loki huffed in amusement. "Are you feeling at all tired?"
Tom considered that for a moment before finally opening his eyes and looking over Loki's shoulder at where Skurge and Amora were raging outside the light blue barrier. "No."
"Then we'll be fine," Loki decided, stroking a hand against Tom's cheek. "This will be best if you have no physical contact with me while I cast. When I say so, however, I will need you to wrap your arms around my waist and drop your 'bubble'. Do you understand?"
Tom swallowed. "Yeah."
Loki nodded and stepped away from him, turning back towards Amora and Skurge. Then he started chanting, voice gone deep and and quiet, the syllables of the unfamiliar words cutting between his teeth like shards of glass.
Amora was so busy yelling at Skurge and the barrier and Loki that she didn't realise he was chanting until just before Loki called, "Thomas!"
Tom gripped tight to Loki's waist and closed his eyes against the dark green and bright gold magic crawling between his fingers and up his arms, silently dragging the blue bubble back inside himself and hoping this worked, because he had no idea what he was doing or what Loki was up to.
But, as odd as it might seem, he trusted Loki. In that moment, with the current danger, he trusted Loki to keep them both safe and keep Amora and Skurge from harming them. And, judging by the widening of Amora's eyes that Tom had caught before closing his own, she knew what was happening. There had been no fear or defeat in her eyes, only anger, so Tom could even trust that his lover wasn't intent on killing his past co-conspirators, which was more than he could have said for the god a year ago.
There was a rushing of wind, the sense of something deep inside of him tugging him away from Loki, but Tom held on, burying his face against the shoulder armour hidden beneath Loki's cape and not even bothering to pray, because the only god he had any trust in any more was right in front of him.
And then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the wind was gone.
Tom chanced a glance up and found the area cleared of Amora and Skurge, including the specks of blood that had been left behind from their fall. Other humans appeared, untouched, from where they had hidden when Loki and Amora had traded fireballs.
Loki let out a breath of relief and loosened Tom's grip on him just enough to turn and face the human. He was smiling as he cupped Tom's cheek and murmured, "You never cease to surprise me, my Thomas," before pressing his mouth to Tom's, immediately forcing his tongue in the human's mouth. Tom had no interest in stopping him, only pressing closer to the god.
When Loki pulled away – smirking at the whimper Tom couldn't quite suppress – they were in their flat. "I nearly missed lunch," the god commented, his armour fading away to the human-style clothing he'd taken to wearing at Tom's request a few months after they'd got together. (Undoing Loki's Asgardian clothing had proven too much of a chore for Tom, never mind the looks he gained on the rare occasion that he went out in the world without a veil of invisibility.)
And Tom burst out laughing. Because they'd just faced down Amora and Skurge and Tom apparently had magic, and all Loki wanted was to eat at his designated time.
Tricksters.
"I was going to make spaghetti, but I suppose now we'll have to make do with a burger," Loki said, completely ignoring Tom.
Tom smothered his amusement and glanced at the clock. It was definitely too late to make Loki spaghetti if he wanted it for lunch, and it was pushing it to make hamburgers. "There's makings for a salad, if you'd rather," he suggested around a helpless burble of laughter.
Loki flashed him a smile, mischief bright in his eyes. "Oh, no," he said. "You'll need your strength if we're to work on training your magic."
"I'm not staying long. I need to get back to wor–"
"With untrained magic?" Loki wondered.
Tom frowned and considered that for a moment while Loki moved around the kitchen, pulling out everything he'd need for burgers. "I'm not taking a half day," he decided. "If you're so worried, you can come back with me." And then he remembered that he'd suggested hiding Loki under his desk for a blowjob while he worked. Not that the god would ever allow Tom to demean him in such a way.
"What?" Loki asked, clearly catching the evil little smile Tom hadn't bothered to hide.
"You can crawl under my desk and watch everyone freak out."
Loki's eyes gleamed with mischief while his mouth curled to match Tom's. "Oh, that could be fun," he agreed.
Loki did come back to work with Tom after hamburgers. And the god did crawl under his desk, and then proceeded to make the most obscene noises while Tom tried to keep a straight face – or at least look like he was getting some, not trying to keep from laughing. About half the office laughed or hooted while the others were torn between horror and disbelief.
Perhaps it wasn't such an average, boring day 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 ||| 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 |||
26 - Getting Married ||| 27 - Birthday ||| 28 - Something Ridiculous ||| 29 - Something Sweet ||| 30 - Something Hot
Masterlist
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Date: 7/12/12 11:26 (UTC)*snort/snicker* Oh jeez...Loki under the desk...I love it!
At least Tom's coworkers are...erm, easy going? *laughs*
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Date: 8/12/12 04:29 (UTC)no subject
Date: 7/12/12 12:05 (UTC)Because priorities matter, dammit!
Wonderful chapter! Perhaps, even my fave.