FIC: Clouds In My Coffee ~ Tom Hiddleston/Loki ~ 30-Day OTP Challenge

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Title: 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: Tom's an angel (with horns), Loki's a little shit

A/N: But I already diiiiiiid thiiiiiis... *whines* Can I just re-post Day 4? No? *cries*

- Day Twenty-Seven: On One of Their Birthdays -

They had just finished breakfast when someone – Or something, Tom thought, judging by the noise – pounded on the front door of the flat. "Can you take care of the dishes, please?" he asked Loki as he headed for the door. As long as he said 'please' when he asked, Loki would do it, but if he forgot the 'please' or just didn't mention the dishes at all, they'd be left to lie on the table all day. But Tom had always tended towards politeness, no it was no difficulty for him to add a please. Whatever made life easier.

Loki huffed, but gather the dirty plates, silverware, and mugs all the same, making a face when he scented the dregs of Tom's coffee.

Tom smiled to himself, eternally amused by Loki's abhorrence of the smell of coffee, and pulled open the door to find a brawny blond man standing there, grinning widely. A blond man who looked rather like Chris Hemsworth, but with more muscles. It was a little disturbing how many muscles the real Thor had, and Tom almost wanted to take a picture so he could show it around, as a sort of 'This is how Chris should look'. But then he'd have to explain why the Norse God of Thunder was in his doorway, and he was trying to keep the fact that he lived with Loki from becoming public knowledge.

Speaking of: "Can I help you?"

Thor's smile faded as he took in Tom's even tone and the similarities between the mortal and his estranged brother. "Ah... Would you happen to know of one named Loki? I was led to believe he resided at this residence," he said, uncertain.

Tom had probably been living with the God of Mischief for too long, because instead of going to get his lover, he frowned and tapped his chin, pretending to think. "Loki... Loki, Loki, Loki... I'm not sure..."

Thor wilted. "I see. Apologies for disturbing y–"

Tom snorted and waved a hand at the blond. "Wait, no, I'm sorry. That was mean." He looked over his shoulder to call, "Loki! Thor's here!"

"Tell him to leave!" Loki shouted back.

Tom rolled his eyes and turned back to where Thor was looking a little wounded. "Come on in," Tom offered, standing back and holding the door farther open.

Thor's face lit up as he stepped through the doorway. "You are most kind, mortal. And you seem to have me at a disadvantage."

Tom smiled and offered a smile. "Tom Hiddleston. Loki lives with me." Not the entire truth, but his lover's adopted brother didn't really need to know that they shared a bed. "What brings you looking for him? He's not in trouble, is he?" Tom frowned. Loki had been fairly well behaved, of late. He hadn't caused any property damage or deaths – accidental or purposeful – in almost eight months.

Thor was quick to reassure him, "No, nothing of the sort. It is simply Loki's Hundreð Vika, in Asgard, and I came to wish him well."

"Hundreð Vika?" Tom repeated, trying to match the accent of the words.

Thor nodded. "As your custom of the Day of Birth, we celebrate the passing of one hundred Asgardian years. This week is Loki's."

Tom knew, from Loki, that years on Asgard were longer than on Earth – consisting of an even four hundred days – but time also passed just the littlest bit slower there. Loki's Hundreð Vika had likely already passed, on Earth, unremarked on by the god. Which seemed odd, given Loki's flair for the dramatic, and Tom wondered at that. "He made no mention of it," he commented.

Thor winced. "Loki has little fondness for extravagant celebrations, and he cannot talk his way out of those made on his behalf; he has never been fond of his Hundreð Vika. But I had hoped..." He trailed off as Loki finally emerged from the kitchen, mouth twisted with a parody of a smile.

"You thought I might appreciate a few days of seeing your disgusting visage?" he suggested, voice over-sweet. "Perhaps you could even talk me into returning to Asgard, where I shall be made to sit at Odin's right side while the court speaks of my betrayal behind their hands?"

"Loki–" Tom tried.

"I had only hoped to see that you are well," Thor interrupted, voice firm, though he had flinched at Loki's words. "I have no wish to take you anywhere, Brother."

Tom winced.

Loki's eyes blazed with fury. "I am not your brother!" he snarled, hands lighting with dark green magic.

Tom jumped forward and grabbed the god's wrists, uncaring at the way the angry magic burned his arms. "Loki, look at me. Come on, right here." He smiled as Loki met his eyes, the burn of magic fading against his arms. "Hi. No destructive magic in the flat, please."

Loki's eyes flickered down to where Tom was holding his wrists, then twisted his hands so he could hold Tom's arms over the burns and healed them. "Idiot," he muttered, fondness in the word.

Tom sighed and leaned his head forward, touching foreheads with the god. "So, how wide is the age gap?" he asked teasingly.

Loki's lips twitched. "Wide enough to verge on the disturbing," he returned, and Tom was glad to see the sparkle in his eyes.

Thor, of course, had to put in his two cents, asking, "Loki, you have taken to bedding a mortal?" He didn't sound disturbed at the thought, only curious.

Loki still tensed and snarled, "It's none of your concern."

Tom pressed his thumbs gently against the inside of Loki's wrists. "What do you want to do today?"

Loki blinked, shoulders loosening slightly. "Why?"

"Well, we're a little late, given how long you've been on Earth, but it would be nice to celebrate, right? Just, we'll do it your way. I'll call in and get the day off and we can do whatever you want."

Loki's eyes darted to one side, where he could likely see Thor around Tom. "And him?"

"Your choice," Tom promised. "But I would like it if you at least said hello. Without insulting him, please."

Loki huffed. "Fine," he muttered and pulled away from Tom.

Tom stepped out of the way and pulled his mobile from his pocket as Loki approached his brother. Thor, for his part, looked rather like a puppy expecting to be kicked.

"Thor," Loki said, tone perfectly even.

"Loki," Thor returned, voice somewhere between hopeful and hurt. "You look well. Better." He cleared his throat. "Happy."

Though he couldn't see it from this angle, Tom could envision the way confusion would flash across Loki's face, followed closely by suspicion, his eyes narrowing.

"What–" the younger god started, tone turning hostile.

"Loki," Tom interrupted, not looking up from his phone contacts.

Tom could practically hear Loki grinding his teeth. "I have nothing ill to say of my life," he allowed.

"I'm glad," Thor said honestly. Something rustled and Tom looked up to watch as the elder god held out something wrapped in green paper. "I brought you a gift."

Loki hesitated, then carefully took it from Thor's hand. He turned it over a couple times, considering it, then flicked his fingers, vanishing the wrapping without a mess. A book was revealed – a magic book, if Tom wasn't mistaken – and Loki brushed his fingers gently against the cover.

"A Vanir group have been crafting new magics," Thor said. "I didn't think you had knowledge of them, though I am certain you have your own spells that will do much the same as most of these. They finished writing their work and made it available last month."

Loki nodded and motioned for the book to float over to the bookcase that Tom had bought for the god's books. There never seemed to be enough room whenever Loki acquired a new book, but they always fit, and this time was no exception. (Tom suspected there were spells on it to make it bigger, or the books smaller, or something, but he'd never asked. If only because he knew Loki would never tell.)

"You may accompany us to the zoo," Loki told Thor absently, and the blond's face lit up. "If you irritate me, I will spell you helpless and gift you to the lions."

"Yes, Loki," Thor intoned, looking rather like a chastised child.

"So don't call him 'Brother'," Tom suggested before finally hitting the call button for Mikey's mobile and holding the phone to his ear.

"I'll try," Thor promised.

Loki sniffed, unimpressed, and stalked into the bedroom to change into clothing he could wear out of the flat.

"Michael Symons."

"Hey, Mikey. Just calling to say I won't be in today."

"How did you tick him off this time?" Mikey asked, amused. The only time Tom had ever called in was when he'd teased Loki too much one morning over breakfast, and the god had retaliated by magically sticking him to the ceiling over the dining room table and vanishing. He'd had an interesting time trying to explain why he couldn't come in to his agent, and Mikey had refused to believe that he was living with the God of Mischief until he'd come over to see Tom attached to the ceiling, then spent the next five minutes laughing helplessly.

"Nothing," Tom said drily, though the event was long ago enough that he could laugh about it, now. "It's...well, it's sort of his birthday. I'm taking him out."

"Huh. They celebrate birthdays? I thought you said that was something new to him."

"It's a bit more complicated than that, but, yeah, they celebrate anniversaries of their existence."

"That sounds ominous."

Tom snorted.

"Yeah, okay. I'm not quite suicidal enough to tell you that you can't celebrate with your boyfriend on his special day. Try to keep him from destroying any buildings."

"Ye of little faith," Tom returned, smiling. "Thanks, Mikey."

"Sure. Enjoy yourself."

Tom ended the call and slipped his mobile away. "Ready?" he asked as Loki came out of the bedroom, dressed in black trousers and an emerald green shirt that Tom had bought him when he caught the god staring at it in a shop window one afternoon.

"Yes," Loki decided.

"We're going to the zoo?"

"You disapprove?"

"It's your– What was it again? Hundreð Vika?" Loki nodded. "We can go wherever you want."

Loki considered that, then nodded. "The zoo. And you will take me out to dinner tonight."

Tom smiled and motioned for everyone to head for the front door. "Indeed I am," he agreed. "Did you have anywhere in particular in mind?"

Loki glanced towards Thor and sneered. "Anything that doesn't involve boar or goat."

"Pizza and ice cream?" Tom suggested and Loki's eyes lit up. He laughed and slipped his hand into the god's. "Pizza and ice cream it is."

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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