tom hiddleston fanfiction

IMAGINE: tom looking at you like so when you start to gush about him

As tom scribbled on fans papers or objects you stood in front of the camera with an interviewer at your side “ so… we’ve heard tom gets in to character and becomes very cocky ” said the woman who looked at the camera . You just laughed “ tom is a sweetheart, always is , he drove 2 hours to get me pizza - that man over there ” you pointed to tom “ is my Prince Charming ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Tom heard every word , he looked over smiling , and as soon as he thought you weren’t paying attention he came to the side of you ” and (y/n) , my sweet amazing beautiful intelligent (y/n) are not only my world but life as well “ he said kissing your check before running off leaving a blushing mess

Originally posted by lokishate

Send To All - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Prompt: There’s this comedian called Michael Mcintyre who has a chat show and sometimes plays this game called “send to all” where he takes the guests phone and sends a mass text out then reads the replies out. It’s on you tube and hilarious but anyway i was wondering if you could do something where the reader is an actress on the show and agrees to play and he sends out a flirty text or something like that and she gets a few funny replies from Evans, Fassbender, Macavoy, Cumberbatch and TOM HIDDLESTON
Note: Okay so I went a bit mad with this one and did make a few adjustments, however 99% of it is what was asked for. This one is for the lovely @dohegotthesuperbooty - I’m sorry it took so long (I’m really behind!!) - for anyone who is interested, the video behind this idea can be found here.

Originally posted by letlovebyourenergy


You were stood at the side of the stage awaiting your cue; it was your turn to appear on several British chat shows to promote your new film. You were staring in a new rom-com opposite Tom Hiddleston; the two of you had become very close over the last course of shooting the film, a fact that had purposely been left out of the media.

The show you were appearing on was that of comedian Michael McIntyre. All you could think about was his infamous game of ‘Send to All’. The producers had prepared you for the game; however it was up to the host as to whether or not you would be playing.

From centre stage, you heard Michael call your name. You began to walk over, the crowd went wild. Walking over to your seat, you waved to the audience. Once you reached the spot where Michael was stood, he gave you a friendly hug and welcomed you to the show. The two of you took your seats. Once the crowd had quietened down, he welcomed you to the show once again.
“So, welcome to the show!” He smiled.
“Thank you!” You said with a smile, “Thanks for having me, I’m a big fan of the show but I never thought I’d be sat here!” You exclaimed.

The interview was going extremely well, you were laughing and joking with both the audience and the host. Then he said those words you really didn’t want to hear.
“So we have a bit of a tradition on this show.” Michael began to laugh; everyone knew what he was going to say. “I like to play a lovely little game called ‘Send to All’ with my guests, are you up for a go?”
You started to think, what options did you have? If you were to say no… well, you’d only be forced to play to prove you had nothing to hide.
“Sure!” You said, a little too enthusiastically.
“Excellent!” Michael matched your tone. “The rules are simple, I’m going to come up with a message to send to all of the contacts in your phone and we’re going to leave it over the course of the show and then see who replies!”
“Great, can you just not send it to my mum” you laughed, as did everyone else in the studio.

“Okay, I think I’ve come up with the perfect message” Michael grinned.
“Oh no” you joked as you handed over your phone.
“Here goes…” Michael typed each word as he said it. “Hey, it… feels… like we haven’t seen… each other… in such a long time…” Michael stopped typing and looked over to you, he was giggling at the message he was typing. You on the other hand were using your laughter to disguise how red your face had become. “Why don’t we…” he continued to type “meet up… for a drink… or two?” Michael turned to you once again, “Do you use emoticons?” he asked.
“Probably too much” you responded.
“Excellent, how about little kisses?” he asked.
“Yeah, I guess, just one though. And always lowercase!” you added.
“In that case, I’ll add a little winking face and a kiss!” He looked up and addressed the audience. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have our text message!” The audience cheered. “Okay, here’s the message…” he paused and cleared his throat, “Hey, it feels like we haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Why don’t we meet up for a drink or two [question mark] [winking face] [kiss]” he laughed, as did the audience. You began to laugh but at the same time you were slowly bringing your hands up to your face to once again, cover up how red it was. “What do you think, shall we send to all?!” He asked the audience. They went wild. “It’s gone, sent!” Michael turned back around and walked to his seat to continue your interview.

You spent the rest of the interview trying not to think about the messages currently coming through to your phone. You had just about removed the thought from your mind when Michael said “Right, well there’s just one last piece of business we need to discuss before I let you go.” He paused while the audience reacted. “Let’s read out some of the replies to the text we sent from your phone shall we? Okay so the message we sent read ‘Hey, it feels like we haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Why don’t we meet up for a drink or two [question mark] [winking face] [kiss]’. Wow, okay so you’ve got a fair few replies here!” The audience cheered.
“Better than getting none I suppose” you joked.
“Right, first up we have Chris Evans ladies and gentlemen! Wait, is this Captain America Chris Evans or BBC Radio DJ Chris Evans?” he asked you.
“I don’t think I should answer that until you’ve read the reply,” you laughed “no it’s Captain America Chris Evans” you smiled.
“Well Chris replied with ‘Dude, we aren’t even in the same country right now! Count me in for next time though, we’ll all go out’ how nice is that! But what does he mean by ‘all’?
“Yeah, he’s a good egg!” you smiled, “I’m guessing he just means getting the old gang back together”
“Okay next up is… it looks like you’ve got the number of everyone who’s ever been in a Marvel film here!” the two of you laughed as he continued to look for the next reply. “I think we will go for this one next, James McAvoy.”
“Oh no!” you exclaimed as you brought your hands to your face, “This is going to be a bad one isn’t it!”  
“That depends what it means! It says ‘Are ye sure pal? You know what happened last time!’ then there’s one of those laughing and crying faces. What happened last time?” He questioned you.
You tried to contain the laughter, “nothing, nothing happened last time – at least nothing that you’re all probably thinking anyway! All that happened was a few of us had gone out and had far too much to drink, we all got a taxi and when it was my stop James helped me out of the taxi and then after insisting I was fine… I fell up the steps.” The audience and Michael laughed at your story, you chuckled, after all it had been quite funny.

“Wonderful, we have time for just a few more! Who’s next? ‘Benny C’ is that who I think it is?” you nodded in response. “We have to read this one! It says ‘Sorry not tonight, I’ve got my hands full. However you can both count me in next time!’ At least he’s up for the next time, but what does he mean by both?” he questioned you.
“Well a fair few people know I’m here tonight, he probably just knows it was you” you smiled.
“Hmm,” Michael looked as you quizzically.
“He is Sherlock Holmes after all,” you added “all that detective knowledge has to have rubbed off”
Michael agreed with you and moved on, “Okay, this is the last one now, let’s go for the man himself, your co-star Mr Tom Hiddleston ladies and gentlemen!” The audience cheered, some more excited than others as you heard several women let out high pitched screams.
Your face turned the brightest shade of red possible; you could only hope that he hadn’t said anything that would give the two of you away.
“Let’s see what he has to say shall we,” Michael cleared his throat, “’Darling, we spent six months together making a film and I’ve seen you every night since we got home. Shall I come and pick you up? x T’” Michael took a moment for everyone to process the message he had just read. “Well, well, well! It looks like you were hiding something after all. Anything you want to say?” He asked.
“No, not really” you responded, you could feel yourself getting warmer. You were debating whether or not to address it, although Tom had practically already made that decision for you and left you without a choice. In the end, you decided it was best to talk. “When you shoot a romantic film you spend a lot of time with your co-star and about sixty percent of that time you’re in quite an intimate position.” The redness was starting to disappear from your face, replaced only by a smile that suggested you were happily in love.

“Well ladies and gentlemen, it looks like the show is ending on a lovely note! Thank you to all of tonight’s guests and I’ll see you next week!”

5

Requested by anon. But I changed it up a bit. Sorry, hope this is okay (:

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Your best friend was on her feet, with the mic in her hand. “I just wanted to say that you are the only reason why my best friend came. She has seriously been crushing on you for years!” She cackled.

Your cheeks flushed with red as you sunk in to your seat. Feeling the eyes on you, including his, made you fluster even more.

Tom had noticed you since the moment he walked on stage. You were in the front row, which made it easier for him to spot you.

He noticed tour beautiful smile, and the sound of your laugh. Tom was hooked immediately and no matter how hard he tried to shake the feelings, he couldn’t.

You were a bashful mess, blushing as you tried to hide your face. Tom couldn’t help but smile as he watched you.

He had to remind himself not to stare too long. He cleared his throat, and brought the mic up to his lips. “I am truly honored. To have a girl that beautiful come out here for me is just amazing.” He muttered.

His words caused your stomach to flutter as you dropped your hands and shot your gaze up to him. He flashed you a smile, and you smiled back.

“Okay, for my real question, I was wondering if you can tell us anything about the next Thor movie?” She asked.

He glanced at you for a second, but immediately sat up and turned to your best friend. “Ah. Thor.” He mumbled.

———-

After long hours of panels and interviews, you and your best friend were going to the autograph tables, to meet Tom Hiddleston and a few other members from Thor.

“Aw come on Y/N! I did you a favor!” Your best friend exclaimed. “I mean, he called you beautiful for gods sake!”

“He only did that to be polite! I mean you kind of just threw that on him. If he ignored it, he would’ve been called an asshole.” You stated. Growing nervous as you got closer to him.

She shrugged her shoulders and sighed. “Grow a pair. Who cares anyways? It’s not like he’s going to remember. And besides, it’s comic con.” She winked. “What happens at comic con, stays at comic con.”

“Yea, until someone makes it into a gif.” You mumbled.

It was now your turn.

You walked up, and met his gaze. Feeling the immediate warmth and nervousness you once felt before.

His eyes lit up as he saw you. After Nerd HQ, he thought he’d never see you again, which bummed him out.

So seeing you, standing right in front of him, wit the smile that captivated him. He was ecstatic.

Tom reached his hand out to you, not once taking his eyes off you. “Well we meet again.” He smiled. “How are you-” he paused giving you a quizzical look.

“Y/N.” You muttered.

“Y/N? How are you, Y/N?” He smiled.

The way your name rolled off his tongue, made your heart beat profusely as if it were about to jump out of your chest.

“I’m great! And how about yourself, Mr. Hiddleston?” You chuckled. Proud of yourself for not shying in front of him.

He scrunches his nose and shook his head. “Oh god, that makes me sound so old.” He muttered. “Is that you’re way of calling me old?”

You shrugged your shoulders and hummed. “Maybe.”

His smile grew as a laugh escaped him and filled the air. “So what are you? A baby?”

“I’m legal.” You winked.

You both belted out in to giggles, not able to keep from smiling.

Just being near him and talking to him, you felt your life was complete. The thing you loved most about him, was how incredibly easy it was to talk to him.

And that’s what he loved about you as well. In his whole acting career, he’s only ever met a few people he was able to hold a conversation with. And here you were, making jokes as if you’ve known him for a while.

One of the volunteers whispered something in his ear which made him drop his smile, and nod. “Sorry.” He muttered.

The volunteer walked back to the back.

“Look, you got me in trouble.” Tom chuckled.

“Oh, I got you in trouble? And how did I manage to do that?” You asked.

“You kept talking to me. Making me hold up the line.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled with him.

He quickly glanced down at your poster, and signed it for you. But before handing it back, he locked his eyes with yours and smirked, “thanks for getting me into trouble. Hope to see you around.”

You flashed a soft smile, and nodded. “Anytime, old man.” You winked.

You grabbed your poster and started toward where your best friend waited. She was in line to meet Chris Evans.

“So, how was it? Did you chicken out and run away?” She chuckled.

You shook your head and glanced down at your signed poster. As your eyes followed the marks, your heart stopped as you noticed the number he wrote in the bottom corner. “How about Coffee?” Under it.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N.” Your best friend snapped her fingers in your face.

You glanced up, eyes wide as you smiled so big, your cheeks started to hurt.

She furrowed her brows. “What the hell is wrong with you?” She asked.

You pointed at the number on the poster, trying to even your breathing. “I think he just asked me out on a date.” You whispered.

She snatched the poster from your hand and looked it over closely, gasping and jumping up and down. “Holy fucking shit. Tom Hiddleston asked you out.”

2

Y/N: Hey, Tom?
Tom: Yes, love?
Y/N: Why was the cannibal expelled from school?
Tom: Oh dear god…I don’t know. Why?
Y/N: Because he kept buttering up the teacher. Baddum tsss!
Tom: *gif*

Special Lady

Pairng: Tom x Reader

Warnings: None really just fluff

Word Count: 461

A/N: My very first go at writing Tom so be gentle with me. I got a few more drabble ideas so this will not be the last you see of him on my blog and I might also do a one shot or two or… in the future :)

Usually Tom loved premieres. He loved meeting the fans and engaging with people.He even enjoyed talking to the reporters, making a point of remembering as many of their names as possible. Tom had found kindness made his job a lot easier. Not that he had to try hard, Tom was simply just himself. Putting on a fake facade took up too much energy he found early on.

Even if Tom wasn’t fake he was still a private man. He knew you had been seen with him around New York earlier today and he knew there was going to be questions. Questions Tom were ready for but he also knew you weren’t. He had tried convincing you to join him tonight, but he had respected your decision not to. Fame was part of his life, not yours. You both knew you were going to be thrown in head first sooner or later as you were both very serious about each other but tonight was just not the night.

Tom had gotten through most of the reporters without anyone bringing up the paparazzi pictures that were already floating the internet and he was just starting to think he was going get home free, when a female journalist call attention to the fact that he was alone.

“So Tom we thought you’d might be bringing a special someone with you tonight?” she asked flashing him a smile, and Tom couldn’t help but blush a little and laugh with her choice of words.

“Sorry,” Tom smiled at her, “there is a special someone but she is working tonight.”

“Oh yeah on a Thursday evening?” the reporter pushed with a smile which Tom didn’t hesitate to return.

“Yes grating papers. She’s a teacher,” Tom answered still smiling, finding he loved being able to share just a little bit about you with the world. He couldn’t wait until the moment came where you were finally gonna let him show you off.

“Does this special someone have a name?” the reporter kept pushing just as Tom’s assistant rested a hand on his arm letting him know it was time to move inside.

“Y/N.” Tom smiled as he backed up, “and that is all you are getting for tonight.”

***

You were sitting in front of your laptop with a huge goofy grin on your face. You were supposed to be working but you hadn’t been able to refrain from clicking on the livestream of Tom’s premiere. The smile on his face when he spoke your name were instantly mirrored on yours and you slightly regretted you weren’t there with him tonight.

“Next time,” you promised yourself as you closed your laptop, beginning to count the minutes until your boyfriend would be back at the hotel with you.

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Caged (3)

Synopsis: What happens when Loki meets someone who actually calls him on his bullshit instead of running and hiding?
Word Count : 645
A/N: Hit me up if I missed any tags guys. Sorry this one is a bit short, I just really wanted to post.

Part One - Part Two

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IMAGINE: tom smiling , like so , when the paparazzi are shouting 'is (y/n) your wife ' and 'did you two have a secret wedding'

Tom walked out the studio ground to see the paps lined with cameras over their eyes as they shouted ’ are you married now ’ or ’ is (y/n) pregnant’ he didn’t say anything but simply smiled ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖once he got home he dropped his coat and the floor and joined you on the sofa . Curling his arms around you waist very carefully and dragged you into his chest , making you feel safe . “ you know ” tom said sparking your attention “they basically know about your marriage ” he said as he kissed your collar bone “ and (y/n) … I don’t know how ” he paused for another “ about little William here ” he said as his hand grazed your stomach. ➖➖➖➖➖ ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ “ I already told you tom ” you said turning your head to meet his “ it’s going to be a girl called violet

Originally posted by maryxglz

Everyone deserves a second chance.

Summary: Loki has turned a new leaf, and has taken residence at the tower. That doesn’t mean everyone trusts him. It’s family night, and everyone is invited but him. You decide to spend some time with Loki in his room.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Language.

A/N: WOOOHOOO!!!!! Finally I uploaded something!!! Tasha Tuesday tomorrow, and some more Bucky on the way too!

Originally posted by lokis-quinn

Ever since Loki got to the tower, you could say things have changed. The easy going, peaceful atmosphere has all but diminished. Everyone is either terrified of the God, or just down right hate him. I believe in the power of positive attitude and kindness. I believe he has changed his ways, but I also think treating him as if he’s a monster will just turn him back into one. I’m not saying I expect everyone to treat him like family immediately, I understand what he’s done and what he’s tried to do. I don’t expect them to accept him with open arms, especially Clint. I’ve caught him with an arrow towards him and I’ve had to stop him. I didn’t figure I’d have to tell a man with 3 kids not to shoot an arrow at a new ally.

As ‘family’ night in the avengers tower is in full swing, I can’t help but feel guilty as literally the only one who wasn’t invited was Loki. Even Thor is here.

“Come on, (Y/N) lighten up. It’s family night!” Tony slaps me on the back, causing me to spit my wine out. Glaring up at him, I put my wine glass on the table.

“It doesn’t really feel like family night.” He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Something wrong?” Steve comes up behind me, resting his hand on my shoulder. I shrug his hand off my shoulder.

“How can we really call this family night when the newest member of our ‘family’ is never invited, and we make no effort to make him feel welcome?” I throw my arms up, walking out of the kitchen. I hear Steve sigh, and I can sense him following me.

“What do you want Steve?”

“Where are you going?” I turn to face him. Maybe it’s PMS, because I’m usually not this highly emotional, but I can feel tears prick my eyes.

“I’m going to go see Loki, because I seem to be the only one who believes in him and I want to spend time with him.” Steve keeps up with me, his hands in his pockets.

“Look, (Y/N) I know how you feel. Really, I do. But he made his bed, and now he has to lay in it.” I turn sharply, and I can only hope the glare I had on my face would kill a man.

“I don’t know about you, Captain, but I believe every man can change his ways. I think Loki is a prime example of that.” He crosses his arms, spreads his legs and looks at the ground, before looking up at me.

“This is Loki we’re talking about here, (Y/N). The God of Mischief and Lies. He can make you think anything about him that he wants you to. He’s dangerous.” I roll my eyes for the one-too-manyth time today.

“That’s rich coming from the man who said, and I quote “There’s only one God ma’am, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t dress like that.” Does that ring a bell to you, Captain Rogers?” I think for once, I’ve struck the man speechless. It feels good. Empowering.

“Now, please excuse me. Someone has to let him know he’s wanted around here, even if you don’t.” He uncrosses his arms, running his right hand through his hair.

“(Y/N) that’s not what I meant and you kn-”

“Goodbye, Rogers. Enjoy family night.” I’m in the elevator with the doors closing before he can finish his sentence. I don’t think that was too harsh, right? Considering the shit way they’ve been treating Loki.

I understand how dangerous the man is, believe me, I was there when we fought him and the chitauri. I also believe in second chances. Now I know, world domination is a REALLY big thing to have to forgive, and as I’ve stated before, I do not expect everyone to forgive him and be his best friend. He has a long road ahead to make people trust him again, and he’s acutely aware of that. And even if he has no one else, he’ll have me. And I hope that means something to him.

Coming to Loki’s door, I knock firmly twice, awaiting his response. The door opens on its own, no doubt with a little help from his magic. Entering his room, which is decorated with green, gold and black. Did you expect anything else? He lays perched on his bed, his back resting against the headboard, and a book in his left hand, a book he’s no doubt read numerous times, and his right hand behind his head. He looks at me out of the corner of his eye.

“Good evening, pet.” My cheeks become hot at this new nickname of his, he just recently started calling me said name.

“Good evening, Loki.”  He closes his book, and sets it in his lap, leaning towards me and raising an eyebrow.

“Why are you not with your comrades? It is, family night is it not?”  I sigh, looking down at my hands, and twiddling with my fingers.

“It is, I just thought you could use some company. If you don’t mind, that is.” He grins, setting his book on his large, black bedside table.

“How considerate of you, darling. Come, sit.” He gestures to the spot next to him on his massive bed. I don’t know why, but Loki has always been intimidating to me. I’m not afraid, no. He doesn’t scare me, not anymore at least. His presence DEMANDS respect, way more so than Thor. I thought meeting the God of thunder and fertility was difficult, meeting Loki is a whole new ball game. He is stunning in a way no mortal man could ever compete with. Him and Thor are both similar, and yet total opposites. They’re both visually stunning, in their own respects. Thor is powerful, in every sense of the word, and strikingly handsome. He’s cheery, humble, and kind. He is sunshine, while he controls the rain.

Loki is devastatingly handsome, in ways Thor could never accomplish. He’s clever, witty, dark and humorous. He’s romantic, and whimsical. It takes all these qualities to make him the God of mischief and lies, and he does not disappoint.  Perhaps it is these features that has caused me to fall so hard for him..

Doing as he asks, I sit next to him on the bed, moving cautiously, as not to stardle him. Not that I ever could, but just to be on the safe side, I take my time.

“How has your evening been, Loki?” He smirks, turning to face me.

“Quite enjoyable, really. More so now. What have I done to deserve your presence darling?” I bite my lip, looking down into my lap.

“I-I just thought maybe you didn’t want to be alone, and I don’t like the thought of family night when the newest of our family was up in his room alone.” He scoots closer to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“Mmm, I see. I’m glad you decided to stop in and visit me. Although I must confess, this is not anything new to me, pet. I’m used to being left out. You needn’t trouble yourself with me. My past decisions led me to where I am now, and I must live with the consequences. Do not fret over me, pet. I shall be fine.” I turn to face him, licking my lips and taking a deep breath.

“Nobody deserves to live a life of solitude, Loki. You’ve made some bad choices, yes. The world will probably never see you as good ever again, but that shouldn’t mean the ones you call friends and family never will again. I was THERE, Loki, I saw what happened. I fought against you and almost got killed in the process, I’ve saved many lives, and lost even more. But I believe a man can change, and I believe you have. If nothing else, we as your new comrades should have some faith in you, even if just a little.” During my whole speech, he was looking deep into my eyes, trying to find a lie, or a stretch of the truth, of which I knew he wouldn’t find. He licks his lip, before drawing it into bite on it.

“Why? Why do you believe in me? I do not deserve it.” I sigh.

“Everyone deserves someone cheering them on in their own little corner.” He smirks, bringing his hand up to cup the back of my head, before pulling me closer to him and leaning in.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” I lick my lips, whilst staring at his own.

“What are you waiting for then?” He needs no more convincing, he leans up, capturing my lips with his own. The kiss is slow, but passionate. There’s no need to rush here, we have all the time in the world.

Originally posted by painfulblisss

“What will your friends think of this?” He asks once he pulls away, licking his bottom lip.

“I don’t give a damn what they say.” He chuckles.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

FIN.

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It always happens in the garden

Originally posted by maryxglz

Request: Jealous!Loki x reader

Author’s Note: Finally after a very long time and overcoming a writers block tonight, I am able to post this :)  So this was requested, there weren’t any specifics, so I hope whoever requested this, likes it 😊 And again, leave comments or feedback or whatever you like 😊 And I would like to get a feedback from the ano that requested it. Thank and Enjoy!

Love, Lis 😊

Growing up with Loki meant having a different adventure every day. Playing pranks on each other, but him playing unfair with his magic. After all he is the trickster. When you grew older the image of your “brother” and best friend, turned into your crush and then into a love. He was of course oblivious to it. He always showed off being the smart god, but when it got down to feelings he didn’t know a thing.

As you got older, you were getting closer with Thor, too. You were always his brothers best friend and the two of you played pranks on him, too. But now you were interested in fights, were the best at hand-to-hand combat and he got more and more interested in you, which didn’t go unnoticed by his father Odin.

And here you are, practicing hand-to-hand combat with Loki as his brother rushes to the two of you, calling out your name.

“Quite busy now Thor. What do you want?” you ask, dodging a punch from Loki, throwing one back at him, which he in return dodged.

“My father wants to see you.” He said, out of breath. That catches yours and Loki’s attention.

“The All-father wants to see me?!” you ask, getting nervous and glancing over at Loki, who looks at you confused.

“Did he tell you why he wants to see her?” Loki asks his brother, concern written all over his face.

“No, but he wants to see you right now, so you better hurry up.”

You give both of them another nervous glance and then hurry out of the room towards the great hall. The guards nod at you and open the door. You hurry inside and quickly kneel in front of the throne where Odin is seated.

“You send for me, all-father?” you ask, looking at the ground.

“I did, child. Let’s take a walk.” He says, standing up and making his way over to you. You look up and just nod at him.

“Of course.” You answer and he leads you out of the room towards the balcony and down to the garden. You stay quiet the whole time, waiting for him to talk and not even glancing at him, getting even more nervous, as he usually doesn’t take anyone on a stroll through the garden.

“You might ask yourself, why ordered you here.” He says.

“Yes, I do.” You say, still not looking at him.

“Well, it came to my attention that you spent a lot of time with my sons.” He says and you swallow  hard.

“I do, all-father.”

“And it came to my attention that my son, Thor, is rather fond of you.” He says and you shoot your head up looking at him surprised.

“I didn’t know, sire.”

“Well I do and I came to a decision, that you would be perfect at his side.” He says, stopping and looking at you. Your eyes widen and you don’t know what to say.

“A King needs a strong Queen, love. And you would be perfect for Thor.” He says with a slight smile.

“I-… I’m honored but …” you start but get interrupted by him.

“You don’t have to make a decision yet, because it has also come to my attention that you have a rather strong bond with Loki. But I do want you to accompany Thor to the ball tomorrow. Be by his side at all times and see where the evening leads you.” He says.

“Yes, I will.” You say and give him a slight nod. He bids you farewell and leaves you there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do or to say. You move over to a bench nearby and drop down to it.

You don’t know how long you have been sitting there, thinking about what Odin told you over and over, until you hear two sets of footsteps running in you direction. As Thor and Loki see you they both call out your name and rush to your side. You must have looked really pale, because Loki immediately kneels down in front of you and holds your face in his hands.

“Are you alright? What happened ? Where is our father?” he asks, looking for reassurance that you are okay in your eyes. You nod at him and put your hands over his, to assure him, that you are indeed alright.

“I’m fine, your father went back inside a long while ago.” You say.

“What did he want from you?” now it was Thor’s turn to talk.

“He wants me to accompany you to the ball tomorrow night.” You say, recognizing happiness in Thor’s eyes, but something else in Loki’s. Loki let’s go of your face and stands back up.

“Why?” Loki bluntly asks.

“I don’t know. He just said, that I would be great next to Thor.” And it hit Loki immediately.

“He wants you to get married to him.” He says, but it’s just above a whisper and he looks down to the ground.

“Yes.” You say, not being able to look at any of them.

Thor is a little taken aback, too but quickly recovers and smiles at both you and Loki, oblivious to the fact that he stands in front of two heartbroken souls.

The ball came even faster than you wanted it to be and now you are standing in the great hall, right next to Thor who had his arm around your waist, smiling politely at the people that he was talking to. You didn’t pay attention when they were introduced to you.

But since you arrived you had two sets of eyes on you the whole time. Odin and Loki have been watching you the whole time, from different parts of the room.

The whole situation made you uncomfortable and nervous and sick to your stomach. You couldn’t marry Thor, not in a thousand years. He was your best friend and more importantly your loves brother.

You feel like this night will never end and Thor keeps on introducing you to people and you don’t even make an effort at remembering their names. You hated balls and dressing up and pretending to like this all.

Loki new that, after all he was the closest to you. He had an eye on you since you walked in the room with Thor by your side and an arm wrapped around your waist. He saw that you never paid attention to what was being said, but still smiled at Thor whenever he looked at you. Now you are standing there wrapped in Thor’s arms as he keeps on talking. He feels this anger boiling up inside him. Why Thor? Because he was the first born? Why not him? Why would his father want you to marry Thor? Did he not deserve a wife like you?

Next time he looked over, his breath is caught in his throat. There you are, still wrapped in Thor’s arms as he gives you a kiss to your cheek. You close your eyes and smile and then start to giggle as Thor’s beard tickles your cheek, making Thor laugh, too.

Jealousy floods him, he throws a death stare into your direction and then to his father and stomps off, leaving the ball.

You stand there and just smile at Thor as he wraps both of his arms around you from behind. He keeps on talking and joking, but you are too caught up in your thoughts to bother. But then he smiles at you and you give him an assuring smile back. He leans down and gives you a kiss on your cheek, making you giggle, because of his beard. He chuckles, too and gives you a little squeeze.

But out of the corner of your eye, you see Loki. He gives you and Thor a death glare, then glances over to his father and leaves the room abruptly.

You free yourself of Thor’s arms and excuse yourself, hurrying behind Loki, knowing exactly that Odin is watching you.

You hurry outside and move down to the garden, knowing exactly where to find Loki. You see him standing with his back to you. You clear your throat and move closer to him.

“Don’t you have to be in my brother’s arms?” he asks.

“Not when my best friend needs me.” You say, stepping yet another step closer to him.

He doesn’t butch but sighs and drops his shoulders.

“I don’t need you and as far as I see, you have another best friend.” He answers.

You quickly walk up to him and wrap your arms around him from behind. He feel him tensing up but he doesn’t push you away. He just closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“I don’t want to be with Thor.” You say, pressing your cheek against his back.

“Didn’t look like it back then.”

“Odin wanted me to. He said I will have to accompany Thor and should stay by his side at all times.”

“You still didn’t mind, being wrapped in his arms and him smothering you with kisses.” He remarks and pushes your arms away and turns around, anger visibly seen on his face. And you can see jealousy, too. He moves to walk away and goes around you.

“I imagined it to be you.” You whisper, tears stinging in your eyes. Loki freezes in his steps and slowly turns around.

“Wh-What?” he whispers back.

Your eyes widen, you didn’t expect him to hear you. You turn around and look at him.

“I imagined it to be you. I don’t love Thor, I could never be with him.” You honestly say to him.

He takes two steps to you and cups your face in his hands and gently presses his lips onto yours. You immediately relax into his touch. After a little moment the two of you part and he presses his forehead against yours. You both keep your eyes shut and you move your hands to his face, holding him close.

“I imagined to be in my brother’s place, too.” He admits to you.

You smile at him and press another kiss to his lips.

“We just have to tell your father. Although I feel like he knows already.” You say and you see movement in the corner of your eye. You look to the side, seeing Odin on the balcony and you recognize a small smile on his lips. Loki turns around wide eyed just as Odin turned around and walks back inside.

“Well he definitely is the all-father.” He mumbles, making you chuckle and gives you another kiss, wrapping his arms around you.

H U R T [Tom Hiddleston x Reader]

warnings; angst, fluff

words; 1081

prompt;   Hi love, Could you please do a Tom Hiddleston imagine (or one shot, which ever you like), where Tom gets super upset that the reader, who is a doctor, doesn’t spend enough time with him and he thinks that she’s going to leave him because of her job. It’s an idea I’ve had in my head for a while, but since I can’t really write, I’ve never put it into words. (anon)

a/n; who let him be this fucking gorgeous 

MASTERLIST KO-FI. WRITTING CHALLENGE!

He closes his eyes as he bites the skin of his knuckles to calm down and lastly releases a slow breath. Feeling his anger dissipate, he glances up. You stand by the doorway, the key already inserted into the lock and glimmering in the dim lighting of your apartment. Tom waits for you to say some sort of defense to his previous statement ‘Don’t bother returning, then’. But you say nothing. Frankly, he doubts that you even moved a muscle in these moments of complete deafening silence. Behind the window rain knocks carefully. Faraway honks of cars and the obnoxious breaks of the bus screech near the station, which was down the street from where you live. He feels his muscles tense in anticipation for an answer, any answer, but shell shocked you provide nothing and it almost drives him crazy.

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Imagine: tom is at the red-carpet and he asked a very flirtatious question; which he replies to by using you , (y/n)

Tom smiled as the interviewer held the mic between them “ so which do you prefer being ? Good boy or bad boy ” she asked making tom throw his head down laughing , you sat on yours and tom sofa smiling . ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ “well I like being a good boy in most situations “ he paused and ran a hand through his hair ” but “ he smirked ”(y/n) my wife , who isn’t very well and that’s why she isn’t here , loves me being a bad boy “ he smirked "and I’ll tell you a secret ” he said leaning in “ I love it ” and winked into the camera

Originally posted by damnyouhiddles

Who said mischief is a bad thing?

Summary: Loki shows you he likes you, using the only thing he knows.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Language

A/N: My darling @fandomgirl94 got me all excited for Loki, so I just wrote a quick little drabble. Hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by eilizabeth-olsen

In my rare free time, I like to read, write, or bake. Today, as I am the only one not need on a mission and I have the tower to myself, I decide reading would be the best idea. Peace and quiet in the workplace is a VERY rare anomaly, so I decide to take advantage of it. Making a quick kitchen stop on my way to the living room to pick up a thing of tea and a pastry. Continuing my way to the living room, and being pleased to find it empty. It’s not that I don’t love my fellow avengers, it’s just there doesn’t seem to be anyone around who shares my interests. I enjoy reading, baking, writing, and causing a little bit of mischief.

I’m alone in my own thoughts, about halfway into the 27th chapter on my book when I’m interrupted.

“You were not needed on today’s mission, (Y/N)” I know who it it, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t scare the ever loving shit out of me.

“HOLY SHIT LOKI! Loki, Loki listen to me, you can’t do that shit. My heart can’t take it. I’m just a mortal, just a mere mortal.” Loki grins, raising an eyebrow.

“Did I scare you, darling?” Loki has been around the tower, Thor says he has turned a new leaf, and he’s the ONLY person who’s ever been able to sneak up on me. Which doesn’t put my mind at ease, considering his track record. I roll my eyes, throwing my book at him. Unsurprisingly, he phases out, and reappears next to me, sitting next to me on the window seil couch. He crosses his right leg over his left.

“God, Loki why do you do this to me?” I lean back, glaring at him out of the corner of my eye.

“You’re so easy to stardle, darling. I cannot resist. I am the God of mischief after all, yes?” I smirk.

“Well, I guess being a dick IS in your nature. Can’t hold it against you then, can I?” He sits up, resting his elbows on his knees and glaring into my eyes.

“You’re an awful arrogant woman, you realize.” I smirk.

“Ah yes, you’ll have to forgive me.” He sits back again.

“Are you nervous?” My face heats up, and I cross my arms, glaring into his eyes.

“W-What are you talking about?” He leans up closer to me, bringing his hand up, causing me to flinch. He makes a disapproving face, almost to say ‘You know I won’t hurt you’ and rests his hand on my chest, right above my heart.

“Your heart flutters like a thousand hummingbirds. What has you so anxious, dear?” I gulp, still staring into his bright green eyes.

“Y-You make me nervous.” He smirks, removing his hand.

“Why?” I take a deep breath, then slowly let it out.

“I-I don’t know…you don’t exactly have a squeaky clean record.” His eyes soften, almost like I had offended him.

“Make no mistake, I will never harm you.” He stands up, walking to pick up the book I had thrown at him, bringing it back to me. I take it from him, my fingers making contact with his, sending a shock through my body.

“I know…but you can’t blame me for being cautious.” He sighs, looking up into my eyes.

“My past actions have consequences, and I will pay those for the rest of my existence, however if there is one thing you should never worry, it is that I will never harm you, or allow harm to come to you. You have my word.” I know he’s the God of lies, but I can’t help but believe he is telling the truth. I am so distracted by him, that I don’t notice the book in my hands changing and morphing. I only notice when I start to feel something slithering on my hand. Looking down, I see the book had transformed into a snake. A fucking snake. I scream, jumping back and throwing the snake as far away from me as possible. Loki laughs, walking away from me. I yell in frustration, running towards him, and launching myself at him. I realize at this moment I may have fucked up, because he COULD just disappear. I seem to be in luck however, as he turns around and catches me without even taking a step back.

“Sorry darling. I had to find a way to get you into my arms somehow.” Blushing, I lightly smack him on the chest. He laughs, bringing his lips down to mine, stopping just shy of connecting.

“May I kiss you?” Instead of responding, I press my mouth onto his, running my fingers through his hair.

Who said mischief is a bad thing?

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Blind Side - Chapter 2

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You sat on the balcony of your Manhattan apartment, a glass of chilled rosé in your hand. It was a warm summer night, and you had come out to watch the sun set. Not your usual cup of tea, but you had to do something. It had been a week since your encounter in his office, and you still couldn’t get Mr. Thomas W. Hiddleston off your mind.

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Feelings and work

Originally posted by maryxglz

Request: Hi! Can I request a little series, pls? The reader is playing Loki’s sis in the Thor movie. She and Tom don’t get along well. She is very sarcastic. But Tom and her are always arguing over small things. She always has this “I don’t give a shit” look on her face because when she was a little girl her parents died and had no body so she is afraid to show that she cares. One Day Tom goes too far and finally breaks her heart, she opens up for the first time. (She has dark hair and blue eyes). They slowly stared to fall in love and Tom just wants to protect her from the world. (If you do smut she is a virgin). Thank you!

Author’s Note: Hey peeps. This is going to be a little series. @legolasothranduilion requested it and I love this but I don’t know yet, how many parts it will be. Next up will be the final part of telling Tom you’re pregnant.

Part 2

You were more than excited when you heard, that you had a role in the new Thor movie. You would be playing Loki’s sister and it was great.

Until you got to know the man who would be playing you on-screen brother. You didn’t get along from the get go. He was handsome but somehow you didn’t like him. Which caused the scenes you had to do together to be even harder.

When the director called “Cut” you let out a exhausted sigh and made your way of the set, but you heard a specific person say something.

“Thank god, I can’t stand to be around her any longer.” Tom said, talking to Chris and taking a deep breath.

“Well aren’t you a ray of sunshine” you said, not being able to keep your mouth shut.

“Just shut up, weren’t you about to leave?” he said, gesturing towards the door.

“I was, but I think, I’m staying close. Don’t want you to miss me.” You said with your best fake smile.

“Oh for fucks sake…” he mumbled.

“The British gentleman cursing? No no, don’t want to destroy you image.” You sassed, keeping your best resting bitch face on.

He rolled his eyes and left. You smiled, being satisfied with yourself.

“Do you guys always have to bicker around?” Chris asked.

“Yes, he started though.” You answered and left to go to your trailer.

It was always like this, the two fighting over the smallest thing and you sassing him out until he left. You already started counting the days left of filming. But unfortunately then the interviews would follow. That would be the hardest, acting like you don’t hate each other. On screen is one thing, but in real live it’s going to be even harder.

Going back to filming you tried to pull yourself together. Trying to keep it professional, but Tom apparently didn’t try at all. It was a long and hot day and after hours of filming you slipped up and bumped into him.

“Dear god, can’t you be professional?” he asked, being pissed off.

“Me? I was, sorry to touch you. Didn’t know that wasn’t allowed. I wasn’t aware of the writing on your forehead that said ‘Do not touch, I’m out of glass and will crumble’. Don’t be a girl about it, I didn’t do it on purpose.” You answered.

“Why don’t you ever shut up?” he answered and glared at you.

“I would, but this is actually keeping me alive. I live on your annoyance and hate towards me.” You said with a smile.

He rolled his eyes and was about to answer when the director called “Action” again and you two got into your characters again.

The day went on like that and finally after being done you went separate ways and you went home, falling into bed to get some much needed rest.

The next day you started filming again and today everything was worse than before. Apparently the British gentleman got up on the wrong foot. He even snapped at Chris.

In the evening he snapped and you were surprised, cause you didn’t expect that. The scene was finished and you tried to leave but he crossed your path out of nowhere causing you two to bump into each other and him spilling water over the both of you.

“For fucks sake. I have enough. Can’t you watch where you are going?” he screamed.

“No, especially not, when you ran into me!” you said, crossing your arms.

“Didn’t your parents ever tell you how to apologize? Who am I asking. Apparently they didn’t teach you anything at all. No manners or anything useful. You aren’t even a good actress.” He said giving you a death stare. You were shocked. He didn’t just really insult your parents, did he?

You couldn’t speak, it hurt too much. You didn’t want to, but you couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down your face. You sobbed and covered your mouth with your hand. Tom looked at you confused and even a little bit worried.

You just turned around and ran straight to your trailer, locking the door behind you. This was too much. He crossed a line and you would make sure that he would regret it.

Caged (4)

Synopsis: What happens when Loki meets someone who actually calls him on his bullshit instead of running and hiding?
Word Count : 1129
A/N: Hit me up if I missed any tags guys. I adored writing this part so much. Listen to Hands - Barns Courtney If you wanna get an idea of what kind of tune inspired this one and possible the next few.

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IMAGINE: you are walking your first show for Victoria secret and tom , your boyfriend , has come to watch - and this is his reaction ( REQUESTS OPEN)

As the weeknd sang his set , you prepared yourself , you were excited but nervous that your boyfriend , tom was sat at the front , you took one more breath before steeping onto the run way . The weeknd offered his hand out to spin which you kindly took and looked forward to see toms face ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ His mouth was hanging open as his ocean eyes glued to you as you smiled to him , when you come to the front you posed before throwing him a kiss . He simply pretended to catch it and laughed . You then turned back around and naturally swayed your hips until you exited the runway . Your assistant came running up to you saying to had texted you saying ’ well my sweet sweet (y/n) , once we get to the hotel I’m never letting you leave - love you x’ and you where hyped

Originally posted by tomhiddleston-gifs

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“Babe. Babe, it’s noon and you shouldn’t be sleeping in your suit,” you whispered, feeling Tom’s arm tighten around you as you whispered into his neck. He only groaned in response as your fingers drew figures into his skin. “Fine,” you sighed, letting yourself relax against him as your eyes closed, “both you and me deserve a few more hours.


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Completely Professional

Request:  I was wondering if you can do a fluffy fic for me where the reader is “helping” Tom with his lines on a sofa either at home or on set and she’s in a playful mood so she keeps teasing him about his lines or something and he gets back at her by tickling her and the only way he’ll stop is if she says sorry but she’s stubborn so it takes a while? Thanks :)

Summary: See above :D

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 583

A/N: Whoa, look! Another request finished so soon! Crazy! It’s kind of on the shorter side, but I hope you like it!


             “Would you cut it out?” An exasperated Tom pleaded.

              With his new film coming up, Tom had asked if you could assist him in rehearsing his lines.  Of course, you had readily agreed with the good intention of actually helping him.  Yet here you stood, completely engrossed in your own outlandish character that you had created out of these few lines of dialogue.  Laughing heartily, you pranced around the couch reciting the script in a completely “professional” manner, if you did say so yourself. 

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