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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: Physical abuse, Loki has trust issues, head trauma, chest and stomach trauma, victim's PoV
A/N: I've know what I wanted to write about on this day since Day 13: Eating Ice Cream, where it was mentioned that Loki once flipped out when Tom said, 'trust me'. This is that fight. (It's a bit one-sided.) This happens in the same universe as Day 13.
THERE IS PHYSICAL ABUSE BETWEEN TWO PEOPLE IN A RELATIONSHIP IN THIS. It's not meant as a happy ficlet! Tread carefully.
Also, this will continue into tomorrow, as that's supposed to be the 'making up' day. But, uh, this issue (as you'll recall from Day 13) never fully gets resolved, only brushed under the rug. (Which is true for far too many fights between partners.)
It's the seventh for me, and I'm going to be spending the day getting stuff ready for my mum's birthday, then taking her out for it, so I'm not sure I'll be able to post this later. So, HERE. RIDICULOUSLY EARLY FICLET THAT ENDS IN THE WORST PLACE POSSIBLE.
(I'll try not to be late with tomorrow's ficlet.)
- Day Twenty-Three: Arguing -
"What is this?" Loki demanded.
Tom took a deep breath to keep from snapping back, silently reminding himself that Loki was used to being a prince and thought himself higher than humans and human food, and if Tom took the plate and planted it in Loki's face, it would only make things worse. "It's spaghetti bolognese. Noodles topped with a sauce made with a tomato and ground beef base. It's good."
Loki prodded the food with his fork. "It looks vile."
"It's not–" Tom clenched his teeth together and took another deep breath. "Just try it, okay? Please."
Loki scowled, but did bring a forkful to his mouth. He chewed it thoughtfully for a long moment, then swallowed and allowed, "It tastes better than it looks."
Tom sighed and relaxed back in his chair. "I told you so. Next time, just trust me. Christ." He turned to his own food and started to take a bite.
"What did you just say?" Loki hissed, something in his voice making Tom's hair stand on end.
He raised his eyes to look at Loki and found the god looking absolutely murderous. He quickly set his fork down and kept his hands where Loki could see them, thinking back over his words. What had he said to set Loki off? "I said," he managed shakily, watching Loki's reaction all the while, " 'I told you so.' And to, uhm, to trust m–"
Tom didn't get to finish, because Loki's hand was clutched around his throat. "Do not think, little mortal," he hissed, face inches from Tom's, "that I owe you any trust just because you share my face."
Tom shook his head, tried to gasp out, 'I don't,' but all he could manage was a strangled, "Ah doh."
Loki let out a snarl and bodily lifted Tom from his chair before flinging him across the room. It was, perhaps, to Tom's fortune that Loki had aimed him at the living room, so he landed mostly on the couch, but his head had cracked against the coffee table and he lay where he'd fallen, dazed.
"Something so pathetic could never earn my trust," Loki spat, suddenly in Tom's face again.
And Tom though, rather inanely, I only scared myself on screen because I never seen the real thing. Because Loki – the real Loki – was the most terrifying thing Tom had ever seen in his life.
His back hit a wall and he slid down it, uncertain why he was against a wall without Loki in front of him, and not really caring. Because if Loki was gone, maybe he was done. Maybe he'd punished Tom enough. Maybe Tom could just slee–
A heavy boot slammed into Tom's chest, and he gasped on a sob as everything screamed in agony. "SAY IT!" Loki screamed at him.
Tom shook his head; say what?
Loki's boot slammed into his stomach and Tom retched on air and pain and he couldn't breathe.
"SAY IT!" Loki screamed again, leaning down and voicing his displeasure directly into Tom's ear.
Tom couldn't think, couldn't even remember what Loki wanted, why Loki was hurting him – was this Loki? Maybe it was some imposter, come to kill Tom so Loki had no one left in the whole world who loved him and he'd go mad and kill everyone and–
He saw the boot moving back to kick him again.
Choking on air and sobs and stomach acid, Tom finally caught on the one phrase that always made things better, the one phrase that was sure to save him: "I'm s-sorry! Sor-ry. S-s-sor..."
The boot returned peacefully to the floor and Tom tried to curl around his stomach at last, because it hurt and his chest hurt and his head hurt and everything hurt. Why did everything hurt?
"Thomas?" a voice whispered, gentle and close to his ear.
Loki, Tom knew. He sounds sad. Why is he sad?
A hand touched Tom's shoulder and he couldn't help it, he flinched away. Something popped in his chest and he choked on a scream before everything went black.
~To Be Continued Tomorrow~
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: Physical abuse, Loki has trust issues, head trauma, chest and stomach trauma, victim's PoV
A/N: I've know what I wanted to write about on this day since Day 13: Eating Ice Cream, where it was mentioned that Loki once flipped out when Tom said, 'trust me'. This is that fight. (It's a bit one-sided.) This happens in the same universe as Day 13.
THERE IS PHYSICAL ABUSE BETWEEN TWO PEOPLE IN A RELATIONSHIP IN THIS. It's not meant as a happy ficlet! Tread carefully.
Also, this will continue into tomorrow, as that's supposed to be the 'making up' day. But, uh, this issue (as you'll recall from Day 13) never fully gets resolved, only brushed under the rug. (Which is true for far too many fights between partners.)
It's the seventh for me, and I'm going to be spending the day getting stuff ready for my mum's birthday, then taking her out for it, so I'm not sure I'll be able to post this later. So, HERE. RIDICULOUSLY EARLY FICLET THAT ENDS IN THE WORST PLACE POSSIBLE.
(I'll try not to be late with tomorrow's ficlet.)
"What is this?" Loki demanded.
Tom took a deep breath to keep from snapping back, silently reminding himself that Loki was used to being a prince and thought himself higher than humans and human food, and if Tom took the plate and planted it in Loki's face, it would only make things worse. "It's spaghetti bolognese. Noodles topped with a sauce made with a tomato and ground beef base. It's good."
Loki prodded the food with his fork. "It looks vile."
"It's not–" Tom clenched his teeth together and took another deep breath. "Just try it, okay? Please."
Loki scowled, but did bring a forkful to his mouth. He chewed it thoughtfully for a long moment, then swallowed and allowed, "It tastes better than it looks."
Tom sighed and relaxed back in his chair. "I told you so. Next time, just trust me. Christ." He turned to his own food and started to take a bite.
"What did you just say?" Loki hissed, something in his voice making Tom's hair stand on end.
He raised his eyes to look at Loki and found the god looking absolutely murderous. He quickly set his fork down and kept his hands where Loki could see them, thinking back over his words. What had he said to set Loki off? "I said," he managed shakily, watching Loki's reaction all the while, " 'I told you so.' And to, uhm, to trust m–"
Tom didn't get to finish, because Loki's hand was clutched around his throat. "Do not think, little mortal," he hissed, face inches from Tom's, "that I owe you any trust just because you share my face."
Tom shook his head, tried to gasp out, 'I don't,' but all he could manage was a strangled, "Ah doh."
Loki let out a snarl and bodily lifted Tom from his chair before flinging him across the room. It was, perhaps, to Tom's fortune that Loki had aimed him at the living room, so he landed mostly on the couch, but his head had cracked against the coffee table and he lay where he'd fallen, dazed.
"Something so pathetic could never earn my trust," Loki spat, suddenly in Tom's face again.
And Tom though, rather inanely, I only scared myself on screen because I never seen the real thing. Because Loki – the real Loki – was the most terrifying thing Tom had ever seen in his life.
His back hit a wall and he slid down it, uncertain why he was against a wall without Loki in front of him, and not really caring. Because if Loki was gone, maybe he was done. Maybe he'd punished Tom enough. Maybe Tom could just slee–
A heavy boot slammed into Tom's chest, and he gasped on a sob as everything screamed in agony. "SAY IT!" Loki screamed at him.
Tom shook his head; say what?
Loki's boot slammed into his stomach and Tom retched on air and pain and he couldn't breathe.
"SAY IT!" Loki screamed again, leaning down and voicing his displeasure directly into Tom's ear.
Tom couldn't think, couldn't even remember what Loki wanted, why Loki was hurting him – was this Loki? Maybe it was some imposter, come to kill Tom so Loki had no one left in the whole world who loved him and he'd go mad and kill everyone and–
He saw the boot moving back to kick him again.
Choking on air and sobs and stomach acid, Tom finally caught on the one phrase that always made things better, the one phrase that was sure to save him: "I'm s-sorry! Sor-ry. S-s-sor..."
The boot returned peacefully to the floor and Tom tried to curl around his stomach at last, because it hurt and his chest hurt and his head hurt and everything hurt. Why did everything hurt?
"Thomas?" a voice whispered, gentle and close to his ear.
Loki, Tom knew. He sounds sad. Why is he sad?
A hand touched Tom's shoulder and he couldn't help it, he flinched away. Something popped in his chest and he choked on a scream before everything went black.
~To Be Continued Tomorrow~
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 |||
26 - Getting Married ||| 27 - Birthday ||| 28 - Something Ridiculous ||| 29 - Something Sweet ||| 30 - Something Hot
Masterlist
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Date: 7/12/12 11:29 (UTC)*waits anxiously for next post*
I do hope your mom had a good birthday. Take her out someplace good to eat?
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Date: 8/12/12 04:32 (UTC)She seems to have. :D She's just really glad to have my sister and me over, I think. And we didn't have the money to take her out, but we made her dinner and cleaned up her flat before she got home, which was good enough for her. :)
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Date: 8/12/12 08:49 (UTC)It was funny xD
I think that homemade meals (if you can cook xD) are the best in the world...and clean flats are always good to :D
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Date: 7/12/12 12:02 (UTC)call an exorcisttry to summon one of Loki's more responsible family members.And, again, nice Asgardian concern for Midgard in not keeping a better eye on their wayward child.
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Date: 8/12/12 04:35 (UTC)Oh, Asgard could care less about Midgardians. Loki is out of their hair, making trouble for someone else. And he hasn't killed anyone,
yet,which is better than in past. ^.^"no subject
Date: 9/12/12 21:29 (UTC)I just meant that, In Tom's situation, a restraining order would have to be backed by an authority strong enough to enforce it.