tom hiddleston fan fiction

A lesson in kissing

TITLE: A lesson in kissing


AUTHOR tomcuddlesfic


GENRE: romance / fluff 

FIC SUMMARY: OC asks Tom to teach her how to kiss


AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: Yay! Thank you for reading and if you have any comments, I would love to hear them :D

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Little Mouse

TITLE: Little Mouse


AUTHOR: Happyhiddling


GENRE: Fluff

FIC SUMMARY: OC is extremely shy around Loki.


AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: None. Let me know what you think!

Sophie had always been a shy girl. Her uncle, Bruce Banner, had agreed to look after her while her father went on a long term business trip. They hoped that by meeting new people in a safe environment - also known as the Avengers Tower - she would open up more.

She was greeted warmly of course, and everyone took a liking to the timid girl. Tony took it upon himself to tease her and joke around whenever he could, and miraculously it seemed to work. Natasha was her confidante and role model; Clint she always watched with curiosity and amusement; Thor would entertain her with endless stories of Asgard, his friends, and of other Realms; Steve made sure that she always felt comfortable.


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Yours Only: Chapter 19

TITLE: Yours Only


AUTHOR: Happyhiddling


GENRE: Romance, angst

FIC SUMMARY: Helena is betrothed to Loki, whom she had met once in her childhood. Though the prospect of her marriage intimidates her, things between Loki and her seem promising - but only at first… 


AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: Let me know what you think! :)


It was the first time Helena had ever let her hair loose in front of anyone other than her parents. The first time, since their marriage so many weeks ago, she was letting it loose for her husband. Loki watched closely as Helena removed the pins and ribbons from her hair, his eyes fixed on the movement of her hands.

Helena felt self conscious, the urge to hide herself away from Loki’s intense gaze stirring in her mind, but she wouldn’t allow it.

When she was done, Loki pulled her over to him and kissed her. Deeply. Sensually. Taking his time to caress the flesh of her lips with his own, the tip of his tongue prodding around the entrance to her mouth, stealing tastes of her. Helena sighed – it was like Loki was taking her to Vahalla just by his lips alone.

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Taming A Handsome Actor

TITLE:  Taming A Handsome Actor


AUTHOR : tomcuddlesfic


GENRE:  romance / fluff / angst 

FIC SUMMARY: Lexi Huntington has no time for London’s newest breakout star, Tom Hiddleston. With his devilishly handsome good looks and smug smile, she knows working for him as his assistant publicist can only end badly. Less promiscuous than he looks, Tom is hiding a secret of his own. But can Lexi alter Tom’s flirtatious ways and have him open up to her when everything is on the line? 


AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: I had this idea. It was simple. I was going to write approximately 5 chapters and call it quits but now this idea is snowballing into a bigger and bigger one. I think i’m going to try to keep it short but only time can tell. Please tell me what you think! I would love to hear your voices in my inbox!

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Yours Only: Chapter 15

TITLE: Yours Only


AUTHOR: Happyhiddling


GENRE: Romance, angst

FIC SUMMARY: Helena is betrothed to Loki, whom she had met once in her childhood. Though the prospect of her marriage intimidates her, things between Loki and her seem promising - but only at first… 


AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: Let me know what you think! :)


“Loki?” Helena called tentatively, peeking her head through the door before entering. Again, his whole suite appeared deserted. The doors to his bedroom were open, granting her a view of its emptiness.

Boldly, she marched into the bedchamber directly and pressed her ear against the hidden door there.

It was silent.

Helena frowned, staring at the flat surface. She put her hands on it and pressed, hoping that it would swing open, but not expecting it to.

So she gasped in surprise when it complied and opened.

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Happy Ending - Tom Hiddleston One-Shot

A/N: Happy Endings aren’t just for men. I hope you like this one-shot with Tom as a massage therapist

Sailing through the parking lot, I barely made it in time for my appointment. I need this fucking massage in the worst way today. Thank god the spa could get me in on such short notice. My back muscles have been screaming at me for the last week. I knew Michael would make the knots disappear within minutes. The man was a genius with his hands.
“Good afternoon, Olivia.”

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Love Letters To A Stranger

Title: Love Letters To A Stranger (One Shot)

Genre: Romance/Fluff

Rating: K

Notes: This is just a little something I threw together tonight.  Let me know what you think!


Every time the doors opened to allow another stream of riders onto the car, he hoped that she would be there.  Most days she was, in her long bubble gum pink coat with the shiny black shoulder bag on her right side.  She always got in the last car and turned to the left and took a seat whilst pulling a book from her bag.  That’s what had caught his eye the first day.  She always had a book, not an e-reader like so many commuters.  Sometimes she would sit and place the book on her lap.  Her little hands would clasp it for a minute, as if she was making herself wait and enjoying the anticipation. 

How he loved to watch her read!  Unlike the other stoic and expressionless readers on the train, her face always mirrored whatever she feeling.  Smiles, little gasps, stifled giggles.  The first time she brushed away a tear, he almost flew to her side like a careening pigeon.  She had closed her eyes for a few seconds and shut the book quickly.  It was a hardcover and the sharp snap of the pages being pressed so swiftly together could be heard through the train car.  He waited to see what she would do next.  She was still.  Some time passed.  She brushed away another tear.  When she opened the book again, he guessed that she must have re-read the offending passage; a few more tears slipped down her cheeks and she was shaking her head ever so slightly.

He starting writing them on the evening he saw her for the second time.  After all, what better way to prepare for a role as a writer than to write?  He scratched out the words in pencil on yellow lined paper, tearing off the sheets and putting them in envelopes with the date on them.  Remembering how obsessively he had drafted and edited papers at university, he forced himself to just write and not erase anything, letting the little squiggles of communication flow out of his pencil like an open tap. 

“My beautiful bluestocking” began each letter.  Sometimes they were poems, sometimes descriptions of his day and what he had observed about her on that particular evening.  Sometimes he wrote pages and pages about what how they would spend their time together, if it actually occurred.  Sometimes he included bits from Shakespeare or silly literary puns that he thought might make her laugh.  By the end of the first week, the contents changed.  He began to include things about himself.  Personal issues, fears, goals, and desires all found their way onto the page.  He hadn’t begun the experiment with the intent of self-discovery, but it was a delightful development.

As the days went by, he found himself thinking about her more and more.  What was her favorite food?  Where did she work?  She rarely spoke to anyone on the train, preferring instead to keep her nose in a book.  When he heard her voice for the first time, the non-descript American accent didn’t surprise him.  Although he couldn’t quite figure out how, he knew she was from across the pond. 

When the two week mark rolled around and he realized that tomorrow would be the last day of his commitment and he would be off on his next one, a cloud of melancholy settled on him as he wrote the final letter.  Surprised to find himself feeling as if he was saying goodbye to a friend even though he didn’t know her name, he made an impulsive decision to attempt to give them to her.  He reasoned with himself that she would be flattered.  What woman wouldn’t be flattered to receive love letters from a stranger?  She wouldn’t think it was strange, surely.  No, no, he told himself.  She would be pleased.  A woman who enjoyed reading as much as she did would appreciate what he had done.  Yes, she would be pleased.  If she wasn’t, he would never see again. 

That caused little pangs of something he couldn’t identify to shoot through his heart, but he simply shook it off.  Folding the pages carefully and placing them into the envelope, he wrote the date on the front and then took the stack and deposited them into a paper bag.

When the doors opened the next day and she wasn’t there, he expected to feel marginally relieved.  He would be spared the potential awkwardness of presenting her with such an unusual tribute.  But it wasn’t relief he felt.  It was disappointment.  And something else.  Longing?

He was trying to make sense of that when the doors opened at the next stop and a familiar pink blur entered the train with several other riders.

Now it was elation that sparked across his skin.  She was just at a different stop for some reason.

He tried to make his long legs move in her direction, but they were stubbornly refusing.  Suddenly the idea of rejection entered his mind.  What if she looked at him like he was crazy?  What if she got up and moved to another seat?  What if she accepted the bag warily and then dumped them into the rubbish right as she exited the train?

All of these thoughts and more were swirling around in his mind and he realized that his stop was next.  He willed his limbs to move and slowly made his way to her. 

“Excuse me, I’m sorry to disturb you.  My name’s Tom.  I’m an actor.”

He immediately feels ridiculous, like a gangly youth talking to his first girl.

She smiles at him, the rows of bright white teeth flashing between plump red lips.

“My name isn’t Tom and I’m not an actor.”

He laughs.

She laughs.

“These are for you.”

He offers her the bag.

She takes it.

“Goodbye,” he says, the train coming to a stop and the doors opening.

“Wait,” she calls out to him before he steps onto the platform. “What’s in the bag?”

He smiles.

“Love letters to a stranger.”

Tall, Dark, and Handsome : Chapter 34

TITLE: Tall, Dark and Handsome


AUTHOR : tomcuddlesfic


GENRE: romance / erotica

FIC SUMMARY: Twenty four year old Amelia Hart has never had a boyfriend before. Not wanting to step outside of her comfort zone, she rarely starts conversations with the opposite sex and makes little to no effort in correcting her single status. However, what she did not plan was meeting a man who manages to steal her breath away at every look. A man who does not stop until he gets what he wants. And the one thing he only wants right now just so happens to be her.


Author’s notes: I keep thinking i can condense ideas and finish quicker than I planned but once I start, I keep rolling with it. Make sure to tell me what you think :)

Chapter 1 |  Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 |Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 |  Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | chapter 12 | Chapter 13  | Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16  | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 |Chapter 21 |Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24   | Chapter 25  | Chapter 26  | Chapter 27  | Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 | Chapter 31 | Chapter 32 | Chapter 33

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Coming soon, Loki-lovers...

I have written Loki’s first encounter with a Midgardian woman… Sort of the origin-myth for my particular version of him, if you like.

So… By way of preparation, you might like to catch up or remind yourselves of the story so far…

Loki visits a writer in France (ahem) here

Loki helps a woman with a stalker problem here

Loki helps a sexual health nurse with her…er, um… here

Loki answers someone’s Christmas wish here

And Loki finds a special connection with a single mum (there is more of this thread on the way soon…) here

Watch this space on Saturday…


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TITLE: Twins


AUTHOR: Happyhiddling


GENRE: Drama, romance, angst

FIC SUMMARY: What would happen if Tom and Loki were actually long lost twin brothers?


AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS:A long one shot with Tom and Loki… No, not Tomki :P

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I exclaimed, staring at the two men standing at the entrance to the flat.

Since a few weeks ago Tom had started acting very strangely, like he was having a mental breakdown. I assumed it was stress, even though I was still confused. We had been flatmates for months before that, and Tom had been coping well with his flourishing career. In the end I had convinced myself that with the madness his life had turned into, it was only sooner or later that a man would break. And so I did my best to take care of and comfort him. Oddly enough, he was still withdrawn, oddly vague and evasive whenever I tried to get him to talk to me. I was worried, and a little hurt; we had been best friends before then.


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Your Feet

TITLE: Your Feet


AUTHOR: i-wish-i-was-the-moon


GENRE: fluff / erotica

FIC SUMMARY: Reader meets her man after weeks of being apart. She gives him a foot massage, and he thanks her by making sweet love to her.

RATING: Mature

AUTHORS NOTES: This drabble was inspired by the lovely tarrysmith and her love of Tom’s feet. I hope you all enjoy the fluffiness!

His head was resting on the back of the sofa; eyes closed, breathing deeply. My eyes drank in the strong lines of his face and neck, watching the small freckles sprinkle his light skin. It was almost painful to watch him, he was so beautiful. And he was mine. I sat down next to him and offered him the whiskey I had poured. A content sigh escaped his lips when he downed the drink.

I knelt down at his feet. The poor guy hadn’t even had the energy to remove his shoes when he arrived. I lifted his leg on my lap and started to open the laces. His eyes opened, “Darling…”.

“No, Tom. Let me. You are exhausted and I’ve missed you so much. Let me take care of you for once.”

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Sleep Tight

TITLE: Sleep Tight


AUTHOR : tomcuddlesfic

WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: AU tom / Business Man Tom

GENRE: fluff / romance /

FIC SUMMARY: OC decides to give the last slice of cake to her boss but what happens when he offers her a ride back home?


AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: I took some time to write this one shot out after having a brief anxiety filled moment. This was really soothing. I have two more office party one shots I want to get done. I missed you guys and I hope you’re doing well. Tell me what you think of this one shot! :)

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The Misadventures of Riley - Chapter 1

TITLE: The Misadventures of Riley
AUTHOR: theothercourse
GENRE: Fluff/Comedy/Romance
FIC SUMMARY:  Riley’s got a fangirl size crush on Tom Hiddleston, and she’s got a huge problem, as he’s her best friend’s brother.
RATING: Mature (for swearing - and other things in the future)
AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS:  I’m not sure where this came from, but Riley came to me fully formed, and I had to write it down. 

The Misadventures of Riley

“Riley, you silly cow, why are you washing up?”

Adjusting my baggy Guns N Roses t-shirt with the neck cut out in an exaggerated lift of my arm, the overly soft worn material slid onto one shoulder only to slip off the other. Huffing a frustrated sigh into my overgrown fringe, I assessed my predicament, the proverbial hand in the biscuits before maths homework was done. Only this time, my hands were nearly elbows deep in warm lemon scented sudsy water, washing the same dish for the fifth time, avoiding the other room.

“Riley? You don’t-“

I wiped my hands on the dish towel, leaving the tap running, and adjusted my glasses on my nose, out of habit more than necessity. I turned in the direction of my newest and dearest friend. Emma Hiddleston and I met at the library over an upturned cuppa, too many scattered cataloging sheets that required a two hour sort afterwards, and an abused copy of Oliver Twist, the Dickens novel and musical score.

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Something to Tell You

TITLE: Something to Tell You


AUTHOR: Happyhiddling


GENRE: Drama, romance

FIC SUMMARY: OC is on a mission with Loki, but are outnumbered. As they fight their way out, OC gets injured, and Loki panics.


AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: This is longer than my usual one shots. Fluff/romance. Tell me what you think!


Tired. God, I’m so fucking tired.

“Dammit, Fury! Where’s the fucking backup?!” I screamed into my earpiece. I was screaming, but I still could hardly hear myself amidst all the explosions and blasts.

I twisted around and shot the man behind Loki, who was about to fire his machine gun at him. Maybe to Loki it would’ve felt like a tickle, but I didn’t have time to think. One less to go, anyway.

If Fury replied, I didn’t hear him. Loki and I were surrounded. The intel on this mission was useless, completely faulty. It led Loki and me right into the trap of our enemies, and since we arrived at the compound we had been ambushed. It was midnight when we landed; the sun was almost rising now. Even Loki could be heard panting beside me, and he was a doggone god.

White hot pain seared across the back of my forearm as a bullet grazed my skin, ripping through my suit. My. Favorite. Suit.

“A new suit, on you, Fury!” I yelled, not caring if he even understood. Something crackled in my ear, but I could hardly hear through all the gunfire. “What?”


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A/N ;; This is my first attempt at my own writing, so I want to see what you guys think! Thanks for reading :)

She had been coming to this corner of the park for several months, weather permitting to sit and clear her mind of the constant chatter that plagued it. Some days she’d sit for a few minutes, and other days it would be for hours. Even though she sat alone, she never felt lonely. There were always people reading, running, picnicking or merely watching. Every so often someone would approach her to say hello, but most days they waved and went about their activities. She preferred the days she went unnoticed. It wasn’t that she didn’t like people, but some times she just wanted to enjoy the sites and sounds around her. Her favorite pastime was to sit and think up different scenarios about her fellow park goers.

A young, attractive couple were clearly just back from their honeymoon, with their shiny new wedding bands and constant touching. It was so sappy that it almost made her sick to watch them, but at least they found love. Another couple had twin toddlers—- maybe a result of infertility treatments—- running in circles around their parents, of whom look like they were about to collapse from fatigue.

A group of pimple faced teenagers giggled on park benches. The girls have probably just figured out how to entice the boys with pretty faces, rail thin bodies, and newly developed breasts as they please. The boys probably had overly active hormones and constant hard-ons, the mere thought of seeing breasts sending them into a frenzy, or if luck was on their side, to actually touch them.

Then there were the twenty something’s running, cycling, or playing baseball. They made half hearted attempts at playing as they constantly scanned their surroundings for possible mates, or at least dates for tonight. As much as they would love to one day have what the newlyweds or the couple with twins have, they don’t have the balls to admit that out loud.

An elderly couple—- who undoubtedly had their fare share of life’s ups and downs—- and by the looks of it, weathered that well. Their loving glances and wordless conversations speaking volumes to any passerby. She found it endearing that they always held each other’s hands. She could stay seated for hours on end and just watch them.

Ah, to be loved unconditionally, to be accepted for all your positive and negative attributes. Wasn’t that what we all want? She thought she had that once before until he went and found a new playmate. Two years of her life had been given to a man who tossed her aside for a newer, surgically, enhanced model. She liked to think she wasn’t jaded by that experience, but she wasn’t that naive. But why rehash that, she was here to decompress, not dwell on her past failed relationships.

With a sigh, she sat back to enjoy the sun when suddenly, she felt a long shadow block the sun’s warming rays. Realizing someone might be blocking her tanning session, she opened one eye.

“Excuse me… I couldn’t help but notice you sitting here in my spot,” the silhouetted figure said.

“Really? I didn’t realize the City’s Parks and Recreation department rent out lawn spots to citizens. Is it an hourly, weekly, or monthly rate?”

“I’m sorry, I can find another spot. I usually come here after my morning run to mentally reset. If you’d rather stay I can find another spot … I’m so sorry.”

She finally sat up and got a good look at the person standing above her. It took a few minutes for eyes to adjust to the sunshine to scan the long, lean man standing. When her eyes finally traveled upward, she was rewarded with a face that could only be described as breathtaking. The man had a mischievous smile and the bluest eyes she’d ever seen, and dimples to top it all off. Good lord, where did this beautiful specimen come from? And his voice! Oh my god. Having always had a weakness for men with accents, suddenly she was having a hard time forming thoughts, much less enough words to respond.

“Umm… I guess your lack of response means I need to go find another spot.”

Finally she gathered her wits and closed her gaping mouth; quickly wiping away what seemed like drool. What the fuck? Drool? Seriously? She wasn’t one of those pimple-faced teens! After what seemed like several minutes, she was able to form a sentence, “I’m sorry, that came out way too harsh! How rude of me, please, sit. I should be going anyway.”

Trying her hardest to look graceful and failing miserably, she finally got to her feet and took him in. She got dizzy on her way up and began to sway. His hands reached out instantly to help her regain her balance. He was even better looking up close, and nearly as tall as some of the trees in this park. His legs, they seemed to go on and on. Just how tall was he? My god, she would have loved to climb him like a tree! Ugh!

“Umm … I’m 6’2” to be exact. Small in comparison to most of these trees.“ He said while scanning the surrounding area.

"…—-What? ”

“You asked how tall I was. Or at least, you mumbled something like that.”

Fucking A! Had she said that out loud?! She had to get out of here before she embarrassed herself more than she had already. This guy was making her think and say things that should not be thought or said. I don’t even know his name and here I am thinking of climbing him like a tree? What the hell! The heat must be messing with her mind. Note to self… Bring sunhat and more fluids next time I come to the park. Oh my, I can’t come back here…this spot…this park… I might run into him again!

“My name is Thomas but my friends call me Tom. Yes, a hat and extra water is always a smart move when spending time outdoors. —-We could arrange a schedule to share this spot if you’d rather not run into me again. I’m rather fond of this park and this spot in particular, I’d hate to give it up.”

“OH MY GOD—- Unless you’re a mind reader, how the hell do you know what I’m thinking? I said that out loud, didn’t I?” He chuckled at her. She began to blush before babbling, then pacing; pacing then sweating. Just how hot was it suppose to get today?

“Low to mid 80’s, I think. Perfect temperature for a day in the park, if you ask me.” he replied.

“What?! ”

“The temperature. You asked what the temperature was suppose to be today.”

Fuck, I have to get out of here, like, NOW, she thought to herself.

“I have to say, I’ve had the privilege of meeting a lot of new people in my line of work but never has anyone ever sworn this much when first meeting me. Maybe after a few months but not straight off.”

“Oh fudge, Fudge, FUDGE !!!”

“Excuse me? Do you want some fudge? I’ll be happy to go get you some if you really need it.”

“What?! Oh my god … NO! I say fudge when I want to really say FUCK because I’ve been told I swear too much! How fucking embarrassing is this. Oh see there I go again! I’m really sorry, I have to leave now before I say something even more embarrassing. Hey, wait … Would you have gone and found some fudge for me if I had said yes?”

“Absolutely! Fuck yeah, I would have! I have a huge sweet tooth and I like a woman who can making swearing sound so sexy.”

This guy was smooth with his stunning face, long lean body, his accent, his sweet tooth and his fondness for swearing. Where did this guy come from? And why the hell was I still standing here gawking at him? Did he just say my swearing was sexy?!

“Hey, I’m at a loss here. You know my name … you can name off some of my finer qualities …by the way, you missed listing my tight ass, I’m hurt that you didn’t list that first … My love for sweets and my fondness for swearing. All this and I have yet to know your name.”

“Umm … I’m Ava. Nice to meet you Tom—- or do you prefer Thomas? Because I can call you either or both. Oh fuck, I’m babbling again. And swearing again. See, I have no control and now you’re looking at me like I’m a complete loon.”

He let out this deep, infectious laugh that was so adorable it was hard not to laugh along with him. He laughed with his whole body and the laugh lines on his gorgeous, chiseled face showed he did it often.

“I’m not laughing at you! I’m laughing with you. You are truly a breath of fresh air, Ava. I haven’t laughed this hard in a long time. So, what do you say about sharing this beautiful spot with me? At least for today?”

“I was just about to get going as I’ve been here a while already. Plus I really am afraid of what I’ll say next to you, so I think I’d better head home.”

“Please don’t go on my account. I rather enjoy your company.”

“Really?! We just met. What about me do you find enjoyable?” She really wasn’t fishing for compliments, but she had to admit she found him confident, funny, and sexy as hell. The more time she spent talking to him the more intrigued she was. She wanted, no needed to know more about him.

“Please say you’ll stay a little while longer and I’ll clue you in on my observations.”

He had her at “please” but what sealed the deal was the puppy-dog eyes he looked down at her with.

He said his name was Tom but it should have been “Trouble,” because he was already wreaking havoc on her.

Oops, My Bed - Ch 2

TITLE: Oops, My Bed
AUTHOR: nakedchrisevans
GENRE: fluff, romance
FIC SUMMARY: After tirelessly searching for a job, Erin landed a sweet secretary spot at a prestigious company. Erin and her friends celebrated at a hip club, which leads her to a one night stand with a dashing mysterious man, only to find out that he is her boss.
AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: I am so thankful to everyone who liked and reblogged my entry for the cliche redeemed contest and as I promised, I will make the oneshot that I submitted for the contest into a multichaptered fic. Thank you so much for the support! I would love to know what you think!

Ch 1

I’ve had quite a lot of fuck ups in my life. Trying to pursue a career in painting was one of them, trying out cigarettes in the girls’ bathroom stall when I was 16 and getting myself suspended was another, of course there was the unemployment for 6 months with little to no money, but having a wild one night stand with my new boss before I even knew he was my boss meant that my career has already tanked before it had the chance to breathe.

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TITLE: A Miscalculation


AUTHOR: Happyhiddling


GENRE: Angst

FIC SUMMARY: Loki’s betrothed saves him on the battlefield.


AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: Part one here. Thanks toiammorethananame for the prompt here, and to all others who also sent me prompts!


Keeping a hand pressed firmly on her wound, Loki travelled back to Asgard via the Bifrost and sprinted from the Rainbow Bridge to the Healing Room, screaming for help all the way.

The moment he had set her limp body down, though, healers ushered him out of the room. When he struggled, Odin had two guards drag him out, where he broke down sobbing. Frigga was at his side, helping him sit down while holding in her own tears.


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