TITLE OF STORY: What’s Yours is Mine CHAPTER NUMBER/TITLE/ONE SHOT: Chapter Fourteen AUTHOR:teacuphiddlesfics & cheers-mrhiddleston WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Twin AU - Jag!Tom & Exec!Tom GENRE: Angst/Drama, Erotica FIC SUMMARY: Meet Thomas and William Hiddleston, inseparable identical twin brothers and heirs to the phenomenally successful Hiddleston Corporations. That is, until Thomas was cut off from his family for his drug usage in university, leaving William to run the company alone. But now, their family is in shambles; a sick mum and a wash-out dad has led the fortune to run dry and the company into deep debt. With no other options, William has only one person to turn to for help: the most successful drug lord in England: his own twin, Thomas. RATING: M WARNINGS: Drug usage, explicit language, violence, sexual content, mentions of forced prostitution. AUTHOR NOTE: This is a collaboration between myself and teacuphiddlesfics, and we’ll be alternating writing the chapters, so make sure you’re following Christine (also at teacuphiddles) if you aren’t already! Also, check out more about the twins here.
“Truth or dare?”
“Perhaps in a different context, when we’re a bit more rested.”
“The nurses say Sigrun would be safe around the other children.” Odin said calmly between bites of food.
“Oh?” Was Frigga’s only reply. She glanced over to her two boys, who between their own bites of food, flung the uneaten bits across the table at each other.
Maybe a girl would be nice.
“If the nurses are sure she would be okay then by all means you should have her brought to the palace nursery.” She tried not to sound bitter, but the idea of her husband’s other child playing and growing up with Thor and Loki made her stomach churn slightly.
forget I was coming by today?” Luke asked, entering my dressing when I opened
clenched teeth, I muttered, “It slipped my mind, yeah.” I rearranged my shirt
to cover the telltale signs that I was very much engaged in another activity
that had little to do with my career and very much to do with my very
(currently) active sex life. Guiltily I shifted my gaze towards the partition
to make absolutely sure the woman of my desire was concealed behind. I did it
for her, hid her away to protect her dignity.
[I really need to figure out a better way to work through dialogue than pacing around the kitchen shouting out lines. Oy.]
Previously in The Journalist: Tom broke up with you. Tom threw you out over the invasion of privacy that wasn’t your fault. You were just coming back to collect a few things. You shouldn’t have handed over your phone. No, back up. You shouldn’t have dropped your keys without removing the car keys from the ring. No, still not far enough. You never should have started dating the man in the first place.