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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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Against the odds

Chapter Nine - Revelations

a/n: The next chapter is here, guys! 😁 Enjoy! ☺️

Word Count: 3,7k

Warnings for this Chapter: angst, mentions of past trauma, swear words, pregnancy things

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Your brother's eyes darted from you to the suitcase and back, mouth agape. "Y-Y/N that's, uhh..." "Yeah..." You said, zipping up the suitcase once again. "Consequences... Like I said..." Chris was visibly shocked, expected everything to see in that suitcase, but definitely not an ultrasound picture. Being a triple dad himself, he knew exactly, what that meant. "I-I can't quite believe this..." Your brother started, shaking his head. "Y-You're pregnant?" You nodded. "My little sister is pregnant?" "Yep. After trying again and again and again for months with absolutely no luck, one slip up was enough." Chris still needed a moment to grasp this. "But, it's, uh, Tom's baby, right?" You scoffed in offense. "Of course, it's Tom's! Do you think like Nate now?! That I'm screwing through the actor world?" Chris' eyes widened, when he realised with horror what he had said. "No, no, no, of course not! It's just... So sudden and unrealistic! I'm so sorry, Arielle!" You sighed. "You better be..." Unpleasant silence spread throughout the room, before Chris cleared his throat. "So... My brother-from-another-mother is going to be a daddy... Woah, that's crazy. I bet he's super happy about it! He always loved kids." At his words you swallowed hard; felt your guilty conscience creep up on you again like so many times before. "Tom doesn't know it yet." You quipped in a quiet, ashamed voice. Once again, Chris' eyes widened. "What? You didn't tell him?? You just left without telling him??" "I know, I know, I'm horrible... I just... I had to go, I couldn't..." You didn't know what to say; felt the tears burning in your eyes. "I know, Y/N... I know..." Chris pulled you in another hug, wrapping his arms tightly around you. You sobbed against his chest for minutes and minutes, while your big brother just held you and comforted you. "You gotta tell him, Arielle..." Chris whispered. "He deserves to know." "I-I know - and I want to, b-but... It's just a lot at the moment." You felt Chris nodding against your shoulder, before he retreated from the hug. "Go to bed, rest." "Yeah... That's for the best, I think." Your brother placed a kiss on your forehead. "As soon as Liam arrives tomorrow, we are going to take you out, get your mind off things." You gave Chris a weak smile. "Sounds wonderful." "Good night." "Night." Chris left the room, closing the door behind you. A big sigh escaped your lips. Oh, what a mess...

You actually wanted to go to sleep, but then decided to pack out your things, you had haphazardly thrown into your suitcase before you left London. The ultrasound picture fell into your hands once again, of course. You stared down at it - at the small, innocent life, which was growing inside you. That was all you ever wanted and dreamed of, wasn't it? And yet you felt so torn. Shaking your head, you placed it back in one of the pockets in the suitcase and unpacked all your other stuff. It took a little while and managed to pull your thoughts off of all the chaos - and the gorgeous, handsome, heartbroken Brit at least a little bit.

It was almost midnight, when you sunk in the cosy sheets of the bed in the guest bedroom. A last check of your mobile shot a painful ache through your heart. About ten missed calls and dozens of messages from Tom. You squeezed your eyes shut and quickly turned off your phone, before the tears could start to fall again.

Sleep didn't come easy to you that night. You tossed and turned; thousand thoughts were running at lighting speed through your head. Your brain just couldn't turn off. The hours ticked by and at some point, you were mentally so exhausted, that you just slept in. But nevertheless, the sleep wasn't restful and therefore you felt awful as you stood up the next day...

"Morning." You slumped into the kitchen, tiredly rubbing your eyes. "Hey, good morning." Elsa greeted you with a soft smile. She was just preparing breakfast as it seemed. "Slept good?" You shook your head. "Not at all. My brain just couldn't shut up." Her expression shifted immediately, turned compassionate. "Oh no, I'm so sorry..." You sighed, before you sat down on of the chairs. "Yeah... Not even at night can I have a little bit of peace... This all haunts me even then..." Elsa's face scrunched up in worry, as she made her way over to you, sitting on the chair beside you and placing her hand on your shoulder. "You definitely need to get your mind off things, sweetie. I know, this is a difficult task, with Tom and the media being constantly present in your life, but if you don't do this, your mental health is going to suffer from this." You looked over at your brother's wife, almost helplessly. "I-I know, but... I just can't, I..." You had to swallow hard, in order to suppress the upcoming tears. She reached for your hand and took it gently in hers. "You will. Take time off. Rest. Text Tom you need a break. Turn off your phone. Ignore anyone and anything. It will help, I promise. Clear your head and sort out your thoughts and feelings. We are going to make this. You can do this, Y/N." You shook your head. "I-It's not just that, I-" You took a deep breath; about to drop the bombshell. "Elsa, I-I'm pregnant."

You expected for her to be totally shocked and surprised - but she wasn't. Quite the opposite. A gentle smile tugged at the corners of her lips, as she squeezed your hand. "But that is wonderful, sweetie. Isn't that what you always wanted?" You looked at her, blinking. "Y-Yes, but Tom and I never talked about it, a-and we're barely six months together and the publicity and-" "Hey... It doesn't matter. You know why?" You shook your head. "Because first off, Tom loves kids. He would never turn you down. Never. Secondly, he loves you. I could see it in his eyes. From the very first time he met you. You turned this man's head - hard. He will fight for you. You two belong together. And thirdly... Don't let yourself get down by the publicity. Sounds easy, I know, but you have to learn to not let them get to you. Show the truth. Show them what a wonderful life you have with Tom. Show them how happy you two are. Be proud of what you have." You almost started to cry again right then and there at Elsa's sweet words. "Do you... Do you really think that?" Elsa smiled, giving your hand another squeeze. "I know it. You take a break now, breathe, and then we're going to get your man back." Her positivity and assurance caused you to smile - and for the first time in days, you had the feeling that everything would be alright again sometime. Elsa was the first who could really get through to you. Without hesitation, you pulled her in a hug. The angle was quite a bit awkward, but you didn't care. "Thank you so much." You spoke in a quiet voice. Elsa didn't answer, just squeezed your body gently, before you and her retreated from the hug. "Now let's get some breakfast into you. That's the first step we are going to take. After all, you need to eat for two now." She said, winking and smiling. "And then you are going to text Tom and turn your phone off for a week or more." "Yes ma'am." You saluted, giggling. Elsa rolled her eyes, but laughed as well. She went to pick up the pancakes she had made and placed the plate on the table; sitting down opposite you. "Where's Chris?" "Bringing the kids to school and kindergarten, before Liam arrives." You nodded. "Do you know when he's going to be here?" Elsa shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. "Sometime today..."

After breakfast, you did what Elsa told you. You texted Tom and turned off your phone, before you buried it deep underneath the pile of clothes in your suitcase, which didn't fit in the small wardrobe in the guest bedroom. Then you helped Elsa clean up a bit, distract yourself - until Chris came back home, with Liam in tow. The reunion was great. You hadn't seen your brother in a while. The morning flew by quickly and in the afternoon, you put Chris' plan into action and drove all together to the beach for a nice day in the sun. The kids were hyped for this as well, of course. Especially, because they had their aunt and uncle around to play - and that's what you did. You and Liam played frisbee with them first. Tristan, Sasha and India were in one team, you, Liam and Thor in the other. The dog love to catch frisbees.

After taking a swim with them together as well and having an ice cream, the kids went to play in the water with their dad, while Liam took you aside to talk. It was important for you to know, what your other brother thought of this as well. Therefore, you and him grabbed a surfboard from the surf school across the beach bar and paddled out on the open sea. You would've loved to surf for a while, but you didn't want to risk losing the baby. Liam and you sat both on your surfboards, swinging softly in the water, because of the gentle waves. "It just got too much and the voices too loud. I had the feeling, that if I wasn't going to leave now, I would break and go insane. I just had to leave..." Liam nodded. "Sounds quite understandable." "My reputation is so utterly bad... I've been corrupted by the press - and I didn't want to pull Tom into this as well. I didn't want to stain his reputation. I didn't want him to get ruined by the publicity, just because of me..." You sighed, shaking your head. "He doesn't deserve this. I don't want to be the reason for his career to fail. I-I feel like I am just a millstone around his neck. I'm impeding him and his career..." Liam nodded. "I understand the way you think, Y/N, but I don't think that this is the case. Tom loves you - and love is way more important than fame. That may not be the way everyone thinks, but Tom does. I am sure of that. I would stake my life on it. Can't you see that you mean everything to that man?" You swallowed hard at Liam's words. He wasn't wrong, was he? "Tom would trade his fame for a life with you in a heartbeat. Don't let such a man slip through your fingers. Both, you and he deserve to be happy together." "A-And what do you think I should do now?" Liam shrugged his shoulders, as if it was the easiest answer in the world. "Shut the publicity out and concentrate on love. Concentrate on becoming a family with Tom and that kid." Your brother stated, pointing on your stomach with a smile. You nodded, fiddling nervously with your hands. "I-I really hope you are right and someday Tom and I can become a family." Liam paddled closer to you. So close, that he was able to wrap his arm around your shoulders. "Not 'someday', sis... Soon." He gave you a smile, before gently nudging your side. "See that buoy over there?" You frowned at his words, but nodded. "Yeah?" Liam gave you a boyish smile, before he quickly laid down on his surfboard. "Whoever's last at the buoy is a lame duck!" He prompted and started to paddle quickly. "Hey!" You yelled appalled. "That's not fair!" Liam was already ahead, laughing. "Oh, you're so going to regret that, big bro!" You quickly started your race to catch up on Liam, giggling.

A shiver ran down Tom's spine, as he stepped out of the hot shower into his noticeably colder bathroom. He slung a towel around his hips and ran a hand through his still wet hair, as he walked over to the sink. Placing both his hands on each side of the basin, the man looked up in the mirror and got greeted by his reflection. Actually, Tom wanted to brush his teeth, but now he was standing there, staring at his messed-up self. His hair completely wet and dishevelled. The beard covering his chin and cheeks wasn't just a stubble anymore. Dark circles underneath his faded blue eyes were the proof of the countless nights he spent wide awake. Yes, the sudden disappearance of you had took its toll on the Brit. The past three, almost four weeks had been cruel. Tom felt like he wasn't himself anymore... Especially not without you. It was like a piece of himself - of his heart was missing. A sigh escaped Tom's lips, as he rubbed a hand over his face. Almost four weeks... Four - and still not a word from you. Sure, he could've flown after you to Australia, but he didn't do it. Why? Because you had practically asked for it. For him not to follow you. 'Again, I'm sorry, Tom, but I need time. Alone. Don't come after me, please.' Your message was echoing through his head over and over again. His heart was yearning for you. To get things right again, but he would respect your choices and pleads. He wouldn't follow you, even if it hurt him to the core and he had to fight against the urge every day. The man shook his head in order to get himself out of his thoughts. He reached for his toothbrush and just wanted to start with the task ahead, as his doorbell rang. He ignored it at first, but when it rang again, he dropped the toothbrush and made his way towards the door with an annoyed groan.

When Tom opened the door, he was a slight bit surprised. He didn't expect one of his best friends standing in front of the door - at almost nine o'clock in the evening. "Ben? What are you doing here that late?" The tall man across him, with short dark brown hair and green-blue eyes smiled at his friend. "Getting you out of your misery." Benedict said, walking inside and closing the door behind himself. "Come on. Get dressed. I'm taking you out." "Ben, I'm not in the mood to go out, I-" Benedict shook his head, interrupting him immediately. "No, that argument doesn't count. You've been sitting inside here for weeks, thinking and thinking. That's not good, my friend - and you know it. Drowning in your misery isn't going to help you or the whole situation. Come on now. Put on a shirt and some jeans. You need to see something different than just the same walls every day." Tom sighed frustrated. "You won't leave without me, right?" The other Brit crossed his arms over his chest. "Right." Reluctantly, Tom trudged back into his bathroom, in order to get dressed and ready for going out with his friend. He slipped in a shirt and some jeans, before applying a touch of cologne and styling his short, blonde-brown locks a bit. Nothing too fancy. After all, he still wasn't in the mood for this and definitely not looking for a hook-up. Not in his wildest dreams. He wanted no other woman in his life, but you. "Tom, are you ready?" Benedict's voice brought him back down to earth again; out of his thoughts. "Coming!" He took a last look in the mirror, before joining his friend again. "Better?" The brown-haired man nodded. "Way better, but..." "But what?" Ben gestured towards Tom's face. "Does the beard stay?" Tom crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. "Yes, why? Something wrong with it?" Benedict just shrugged his shoulders. "It's just different from usual..." Then he chuckled. "You literally look like James Conrad in that bar scene. I don't know if that is a good idea, regarding the womankind..." Tom sighed. "Ben, I am not going with you in order to pick up a woman." The man lifted his hands in awe. "I know, I know, sorry. I was just trying to make a joke and lighten up the mood, but well... Come on now." He clapped his friend on the shoulder and ushered him towards the main door.

Benedict took his friend to a small, quiet bar at the outskirts of London. It was a bar, where they were often before and usually wasn't very crowded.

Ten minutes later, they were seated inside the bar, both with a beer in hands. "Still nothing new from your beloved?" Ben asked, taking a sip of his beer. Tom shook his head. "No. Nothing. It's been almost four weeks, Ben... You know I respect her wish for me to stay away, but..." He swallowed hard. "I-I'm afraid I might lose her, I..." The blonde-brown haired man cut off his own sentence, running a hand over his face. "What... What if I already lost her?" His voice was filled with sadness and despair. "I-I love her, you know... Like I never loved a woman before and... Shit, Ben, I can't lose her. I don't know what to do without her." Benedict looked at his friend with a compassionate expression. "You won't lose her, Tommy. I am very certain of it. I mean, I didn't meet her very often yet, but I saw the love in her eyes for you. The way she looked at you. That woman loves you with all her heart, man... She won't let you go. She just needs time. The media was literally ripping her apart... Just like her poisonous wanker of an ex. Let her sort out her thoughts and get along with her life being suddenly the centrepiece of every tabloid out there. This isn't easy. We both know that. Just think back to your relationship with TS... It was just as bad." "It was - and that was the day I swore to myself that I would never let that happen again, and now? I fucked up. I failed to prevent exactly that from happening... I should've done more, Ben... Protect Y/N better from all the hate and disrespect." The blond-haired man shook his head. "You did protect her, Tom. The publicity was just stronger. Now stop blaming yourself. It's in the past. This isn't about the 'Should have's' or 'Would have's'... This is about the 'What now?'. This is about how you get your woman back. You've got to free her from the publicity's claws - that much is clear, but-" Benedict got interrupted by the ringing of Tom's mobile. Frowning, the Brit fished the device out of his jeans pocket. Who would call him that late, unless his mum, sisters or Luke? When he saw the name popping up on the screen, he felt his heart speeding up. Ben noticed that immediately. "Who is it? Y/N?" Tom shook his head. "It's Chris..." "That's very close to Y/N..." Tom nodded. "I know... Do you mind if I...?" "No, no, please, go ahead." He threw his friend a thankful gaze and quickly stood up, leaving into the dimly lit hallway, which led towards the toilets.

"Chris?" "Tom! Hey! I hope I didn't wake you up?" "No, I, uh, I am in a bar... Benedict dragged me along." Tom frowned again. "Why are you calling me at that time? It must be pretty early in Brisbane..." Chris sighed at the other end of the line. "It is, but... I have to talk to you. I can't do this anymore. I can't keep this longer from you. It threatened to eat me up inside... It's about Y/N..." Tom swallowed hard at his friend's words; felt how his heart rate increase once again. This didn't sound good at all... "Y-Y/N? W-What is it?" Tom feared the worst, to be honest. The Aussie sighed once again. "She's probably going to kill me for this, but I don't care..." Chris took a break to take a deep breath. "Listen, brother... She... She's pregnant - with your baby." Tom felt all his facial features derailing. He was speechless; couldn't believe what Chris just said. His head was empty, except for the last words, which left the Aussie's lips. They ran through his mind in an endless loop. "Tom? You still there?" Tom blinked, "Y-Yes, I-I..." and shook his head in order to get his mind straight. "S-She's... p-pregnant? A-And it's m-my baby?" "Yes. I'm sorry that I'm the one who tells you such an important thing, but... I couldn't keep it longer from you. You just had to know... And of course it's yours, Tom! Who else's?" And suddenly Tom felt like he couldn't breathe. The news overwhelmed him completely; over rolled him with the force of an 18-wheeler truck. He stood like petrified in that hallway. "Tom?" Once again, his friends voice urged towards his ear. "I-I call you back." With those words, he hung up and literally stumbled down that hallway, back to Benedict - who thought Tom looked like he had seen a ghost. "Tom? Everything okay?" Tom just stared at his friend for a long moment; a trillion things running through his head. Y/N. Pregnant. Your baby. Becoming a father. "I-I..." He stuttered, blinking, before he suddenly stumbled to pick up his things, like stung by an adder. "I have to go, I have to leave. I have to fly to Brisbane, I-" Benedict stood up as well, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder, looking at him worried. "Tom, what's wrong? What happened?" "S-She's pregnant, Ben. Y/N's pregnant, I..." He shook his head and turned around to literally run away, before Benedict could even answer. Going home as fast as somehow possible, he checked several flights on his way, booking the first available to Brisbane. Arrived at home, he threw some random clothes carelessly into a suitcase and left in a hurry towards the airport. Now that Tom knew that you were pregnant with his child, he couldn't just sit here at home and wait. He just couldn't. He had to break his promise.

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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Tom Hiddleston Masterlist

hello, I'm fudge and this is my Tom Hiddleston Masterlist, anything and everything Tom is here: one shots, multi-part fics. please make sure to read all the warnings before reading each piece. your media consumption is your responsibility. please note minors dni with smut or dark themed content.

please note I am no longer writing RPF. all the fics linked are complete

Main Masterlist // AO3

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One Shots

Your Boyfriend Comes To Work Day (requested)

Age Gap (requested) Headcanon

Co-Stars on Betrayal (requested) Headcanon

Multi-Part Fics

Rush (Complete)

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Fem!Reader

Tom has a few rules he follows diligently, you make him break each one.

This fic contains smut, angst, fluff, it also contains sensitive topics of SA, Domestic Abuse, and others, please read warnings before each chapter.

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stevenrogered · 6 months

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THOR (2011) / LOKI 2x06 (2023)

#loki #lokiedit #marveledit #mcuedit #loki tv #tom hiddleston #loki laufeyson #thcrin #thor #thoredit #loki series #loki spoilers #marvel #mystuff #can we just #1k #5k #10k

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trashcora · 6 months

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I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose. LOKI — 02x06 “Glorious Purpose”

#loki #lokiedit #loki series #loki spoilers #marvel #tom hiddleston #hiddlesedit #marveledit #mcuedit #marvelheroes #lokitvsource #dailyloki #marvelgifs #userksena #tuserpolly #useraurore #tuserpris #usernobie #*edits

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prettydjarinsoloinspires · 6 months

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and the award for most beautiful character arc in all of cinema goes to:

#loki #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #loki series #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki friggason #tom hiddleston #mcu

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letstrekintospace · 6 months

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"What the SHIT are you doing?" 😃

#loki #loki marvel #loki season 2 #loki series #lokius #mobius #owen wilson #tom hiddleston

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dailyloki · 5 months

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"It's the inside and the outside. So, what I love about it is, it's familiar in its colors, and in its shape, but it's new in its humility. So, gone are the… armor and the metal and the breastplates. It's kind of a hybrid. It's more vulnerable." — Tom Hiddleston, Assembled | the making of loki (season two)

#loki #tom hiddleston #loki series #marvel #lokiedit #marveledit #by laurianne #thorakgae #usersvenja #userelenagilbert #mcuchallenge #lokitvsource #tuserpolly #marveladdicts #marvelgifs #dailymarvelgifs

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bebx · 7 months

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insane how clingy and touchy Loki and Mobius are when they’re together

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villainboygirl · 6 months

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What I love in this scene is Loki's reaction.

I thought that Loki would be impressed by Mobius' rage, or that he would be amused. Or that he would immediately start torturing Brad as soon as Mobius got out of the cell.

But no: Loki was stunned by Mobius' reaction.

So, at first, he took steps to stop Mobius before he went too far and escorted him away safely.

Then he followed Mobius to make sure he was okay, asking him over and over without using aggressive tones, despite Mobius trying to downplay it.

Loki saw that Mobius was trying to hide how shaken he was, so he suggested to eat a slice of pie to reassure him down.

Without pressure, he calmed him down until Mobius was ready to open.

And then he reassured him gently.

This shows how much Loki has changed: instead of being overwhelmed by anger and the desire for revenge, he put the well-being of Mobius, a person dear to him, first, without hiding the concern and affection he feels for him. And Mobius, in return, demonstrated that he placed full trust in Loki, expressing his innermost emotions to him.

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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Against the odds

Chapter Seven - Harsh Reality

a/n: So many things are happening here...

Word Count: 4,9k

Warnings for this Chapter: thirst, suggestive smut/light smut, swear words, angst, the publicity...

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Coming home after a long day of work with a frozen pizza waiting for you in the freezer was amazing. Coming home after a long day of work with your boyfriend - who was none other than Tom Hiddleston, standing in the kitchen, half naked and cooking one of your favourite dishes was even better, wasn't it? Well, that was exactly the scene you were walking into.

Tom had a day off today, 'cause every scene which got filmed today didn't involve him. It were a lot of scenes with you and a few other co-stars, especially Jeff Goldblum since he played your father. All in all, went shooting 'The Moralizer' pretty good. You were almost finished, only had a month of filming left.

Now, you were finally at home - well, Tom's home and found him in the kitchen. He stood in front of the stove, apparently stirring something in a pot, which smelled absolutely delicious. Tom wore nothing but a pair of black boxers - for whatever reason. It was quite a scene to behold. You were not complaining at all and would've lied, if you were claiming that this wasn't quite a hot view... He hadn't noticed you yet, though, so you allowed yourself a selfish moment and leaned against the door frame, ogling the gorgeous Brit shamelessly from bottom to the top. Bare feet standing on the tiled kitchen floor, holding the trained body upright. His calves were strong and muscly, just like his delicious, thick thighs. The boxers sat snugly around his hips and ass, literally holding on for dear life. The muscles in his bare back were on full display, as they strained and flexed under his movements - just like his defined arms and biceps. You bit your lip. Gods, you thought. That man was literally sex on legs… And the best thing about it? He was all yours. Licking your lips, you approached him, gently wrapping your arms around his strong torso. Tom flinched a bit at the sudden contact, "Hi, baby." but relaxed immediately at the sound of your voice.

"Hello, darling. Wrapped up filming for today?" "Uh.Huh." You tried to look past him, see what he was cooking. "What are you cooking, Tommy?" "Lasagna. Just finished preparing the sauce. I just need to stack everything up and shove it in the oven. Then we can eat." You pressed your cheek against his warm shoulder blade, inhaling his scent. He must've showered... That was why he only wore a pair of boxershorts. "And how long is it going to take?" A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. "Are you hungry, darling?" "Quite a bit yeah, but..." You paused in your sentence to let your hands travel lower to the front of his thighs, rubbing them up and down. "Not just for Lasagna..." Tom's demeanour suddenly shifted, as he realised what you insisted - and your hands so dangerously close to his crotch seemed to trigger something inside him. "Oh yeah?" You nodded. "Uh.Huh." "Would you like to have dessert before the main course?" Your lips started to ghost over his upper back, leaving a trail of small, hot kisses behind. "Do we have enough time for dessert, before the main course is ready, babe?" An audible gasp left Tom's lips. Your seductive voice, combined with the touch of your hands and lips on his skin caused his boxershorts to grow incredibly tight. "Are forty minutes enough time, Milady?" A grin spread on your lips - something Tom wasn't able to see. "That'll do." You stood on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. Another chuckle escaped Tom's lips, before he quickly finished preparing the Lasagna and shoved it into the oven. He set the small alarm clock and put it on the table, turning to face you with a smug smirk. "Time is running." Only now did you realise, that he wore glasses – which were making him even sexier than he already was and turning your legs into jelly. You smirked up to him, grabbing him by his boxer shorts. "Then let's not waste it." You pulled him after yourself towards the bedroom, all the while kissing him passionately.

You two literally stumbled into the room, limbs tangled together and lips sealed together. Hitting the edge of the bed, you gave Tom a quick, firm push, causing him to fall onto the soft mattress. Now he laid in front of you, chest heaving from the deep, ragged breaths he was taking. Abdominal muscles contracting due to the heavy breathing. His glasses were shifted; hair a total mess - and his arousal was straining more than just obviously against his pants. Your insides almost exploded at that sight. How could a man be that hot? You didn't even realise, that you were staring, literally eye-fucking him, until Tom started to chuckle. "Like what you see?" You blinked. "How could I not?" Another chuckle. "Well, then come on, darling. Dessert is waiting for you." You didn't let yourself tell that twice, of course. Within seconds, you got rid of your jeans and sweater and crawled on the bed, now hovering above your boyfriend. Your hands were all over his body, as you enjoyed the delicious look of your 'dessert'. Mapping out his broad and strong torso, worshipping his pecs and abs, all the way down to the hem of his boxers. Looping your fingers underneath the fabric, to pull them down his ridiculously long legs. By now, your mouth literally had started to water - something Tom noticed, of course. Just like the look in your eyes. He smiled, tangling his hand in your hair. "Bon appétit, baby."

"Okay guys, I just wanted to remind you, that our PR Colleen, is going to shoot the TikTok Live video we were talking about, to give the people a few looks of the set and all the people working here. I don't know what she has exactly planned, but prepare to get involved." Anne said, before turning to face you and Tom. "Especially you two, Tom and Y/N. I think I don't have to explain why." The cast and crew nodded and agreed, thankful for the reminder. This was announced to take place when you had the first read - so quite a few months ago. Hardly anybody still thought of it. "Alright. Ten-minute break!" The circle, in which the whole crew stood around Anne dissolved and everybody went his way for the break. You and Tom as well, heading for the food tent to get a small snack. You were positively hungry; shooting since 5 a.m. in the morning, with nothing but a quick bowl of muesli. Now it was 11 a.m. and your stomach demanded some food, but an apple for the both of you had to do for now. Lunch was scheduled at 1 p.m.

After another round of filming and the long-awaited lunch, you headed with Tom inside the studio for the rest of the break. Shooting went well at this day and since you started this early, you were finished around 4 p.m.

"Alexander..." You practically fake moaned, while trying to shove Tom away from you, while he had you trapped against the small desk, kissing and sucking your neck. "Not now, not here. The process starts in ten minutes. I have to go in court." Tom - aka Alexander just ignored you, like he had to and instead pulled up your tight, black skirt and hoisted you up on the said desk, stepping in between your legs to 'block the view'. "A-Alex..." You desperately 'tried' to get out of this situation. "We can't. If someone sees us..." The director gave you a signal, letting you know that this was the moment, where Victoria would hear somebody approaching the tiny office. "Fuck." You cursed and pushed Tom entirely away from you - he let you, because the script told him to. The scene ended with you frantically fixing your skirt and blouse, as the sound of the door getting ripped open echoed through the set. "And cut!" Anne announced, before she started to clap. "Wonderful work today, guys!"

After another short speech from the friendly woman, you and Tom headed for the trailers to get out of costume and make up. "You did that last scene so perfectly." Tom said with a smile. "Thanks, but I think that scene was very difficult." The Brit's eyebrows lifted. "Really, darling? Why's that?" "Well, how am I supposed to resist you, huh? When you kiss me like that and try to seduce me with that sexy, evil smile! Gods, I was one second away from just starting to rip your clothes off!" Tom chuckled. "I'm sorry, Y/N, but that's my job." "Pft." You scoffed, but couldn't help but giggle as well. When you reached the trailers, you split up and agreed to meet later again. "Meet me outside the make-up trailer?" "Sure, darling." While you and your boyfriend were getting out of costume, Colleen arrived on the set and prepared everything for the TikTok Live stream. Little did you know that meeting Tom outside the trailer was going to light the blue touchpaper...

Tom awoke the following morning before you, tickled awake by the sunlight. Deciding to stand up, Tom swung his legs over the edge of the bed and got up. Tiptoeing out of the spacious room, in order not to wake you, he made his way towards his kitchen to prepare breakfast. Though, the man made a quick stop at the bathroom and slipped in a pair of fresh boxers and loose grey sweatpants. Therefore, that it was Saturday, both you and him didn't need to be in a hurry to get to work today. Switching on the coffee machine, he grabbed his phone and turned on the WIFI. It wasn't uncommon for the Brit to have a ton of text messages - mostly from his family, friends or well, Luke. Lots of emails weren't abnormal, too, but the amount of Twitter and Instagram notifications shocked him quite a bit. Tom didn't even know why. With a frown, he opened Instagram and saw the dozens of comments underneath his last post. His eyes scanned the said comments, reading what the people had to say. The lot of them were pretty much the same, coursing around one specific topic... Your relationship.

'Tom and Y/N are really together now???'

'You and Y/N are such a sweet couple!'

'They are together? Really? Oh god no...'

'Well... Better than Taylor.'

It was utterly confusing to Tom. Why did the whole world suddenly know about this? They were so careful and adamant to keep this private, because they both knew how toxic the social media and press could be, and now that? But then he stumbled across the next comments...

'I knew the rumours were true and now we have the proof!'

'I don't think they meant to make this public... It was an accident.'

'C'mon, guys! Let 'em be! They seemed so happy in that video!'

Proof? Video? What were they talking about? The answer to his question got literally slapped into his face, as soon as he opened Twitter. The actor's explore tab was literally flooded by snippets of the TikTok livestream the team's PR had been filming yesterday. Tom couldn't help but to click on one of the posted videos, causing his eyes to widen in shock. In the scene could be seen Colleen, of course. She was talking about the movie and set. Everything seemed normal, but then... She turned to face the trailers and suddenly two people appeared in the background, dressed in normal clothes, hugging and kissing each other. The Brit's eyes widened in shock. The two people were you and him. There was no mistaking. It was as clear as daylight and completely obvious. Yours and Tom's face clearly recognisable. "Fuck..." Tom cursed under his breath and squeezed his eyes shut. How could you and him be so... reckless? You both acted headless, knew very well that your PR agent was going to make a sightseeing tour through the set. Colleen definitely wasn't the one to blame for this... You and Tom had brought this upon yourself, being the two idiots in love you were. But one thing was certain... You were absolutely not going to like this. He just hoped that the world was kind to you now...

"Y/N?" Tom knocked gently on the bathroom door, after he had heard you getting up over an hour ago and heading for the bathroom. It wasn't unusual for you to take your time in the morning, but that you didn't come out after such a long time, started to slightly worry him. He received no answer. "Darling, are you alright?" Still no answer. "Can I come in?" No response. Tom pondered on what to do. Usually, he wouldn't just invade your privacy, despite the fact that he was your boyfriend, but this had something to do with respect - at least that was what the Brit thought. But now, that he didn't get an answer and didn't know if you were okay or not, he was conflicted. When he was on the verge of just turning around and walking away, he suddenly heard some muffled cries, coming from the inside of the room. That was when Tom threw his 'good manners' of respecting privacy over board for once and literally stormed into the bathroom. He found you sitting on the floor, leaned against the heater. You were hugging your legs to your chest and had your face buried in your thighs. You were audibly crying; sobs wrecking your delicate body - and suddenly Tom had a very bad feeling.

He approached you cautiously, slowly - not to startle you and squatted down in front of you. "Y/N, love..." The worried Brit addressed you in a gentle voice; almost whispering. "What's wrong?" Tom then asked and placed a big hand on your side, stroking with his thumb over the clothed skin there. You didn't answer him right away. When you noticed his presence, you literally lunged forwards to hug him, almost causing the man to tip over, but he caught himself and you, wrapping you up in a tight embrace. He sat down on the floor, with your body clinging to him like a koala to a palm tree. Hot tears started to wet his bare skin, as you buried your head in the crook of his neck. "T-They know, T-Tom..." You mumbled. "T-They know..." The man knew of course exactly what you meant. "I know, love, I know - and I'm so sorry." Another sob wrecked your body, as the next wave of tears rolled down your cheeks at the dreadful thoughts, running through your mind. It was like a déjà-vu for you... The publicity was getting whiff of it, it was raining mostly hate comments and the press criticised you - and in the end destroying everything, ruining whatever it was for you. It seemed like everything you did and every decision you made was a thorn in the publicity's side. No matter if professional or personal, you always seemed to do the wrong thing. It was like a curse. Perhaps it was, who knew?

"T-They are going t-to destroy it, T-Tommy... T-They are going t-to destroy us, I k-know it. It's always the s-same." You felt how your boyfriend vehemently shook his head. "No, they won't destroy this; us. They won't. I'm not going to let it happen, okay?" Now you were shaking your head. "They always do. It's j-just a matter of t-time." "No, Y/N. Not this time. What we have is wonderful, good... The publicity just needs to accustom to this. To us starring in a film together and falling in love in real life as well. They have to accustom to this, because I won't let you go." His words felt so warm and loving and promising. Your head didn't want to believe him, but the problem was, that your heart did - and that was your mind's downfall. "R-Really? Y-You think?" Tom nodded and pulled back to look into your red, glassy eyes. "Yes." He said with a soft smile, cupping your cheeks. "You're mine now - after all these years, you are finally mine and you'll always be." At those words your heart almost bursted from all the love you felt for this man. "I love you, darling." A soft smile grazed your lips. "I love you, too." Over the next days you purposefully stayed away from social media, distancing yourself from the toxic environment. Tom told you to - and it was the best decision. Although, you struggled at first a bit, having the urge to know what the people thought of you, especially after the lot of tabloids had released several photos of that TikTok livestream as well. But you made it and this 'detoxification' was like heart-balm. Your mind started to align with your heart, believing for the first time that this could really work out. Tom's positivity got to you as well, after he had started to read at least one positive comment written under his posts every day.

The lot of the publicity received it favourably, but a haunting figure from your past didn't...

After almost two week of your social media deprivation, you decided to get back to it. By now, the fuss about your and Tom's relationship had died down again. Sure, there were always people who had something to say, but it was much less than two weeks ago. Another thing Tom told you was to ignore the hate and not even bothering to read those comments. They weren't worth it, he had said. "Focus on the positivity and kindness of the people." That was a difficult thing for you as well, but you tried so hard and, in the end, mostly made it to not give a fuck. Things were suddenly looking better and you dared to say that you have never been this happy in a long time. Unfortunately, the next mistake was quickly made… A post. You just had the feeling to do this, because of all the lovely comments Tom had presented to you. The majority of his fans seemed to love and accept you, therefore you decided to do this. Be brave, you thought. Show the people that you're proud and happy and not ashamed.

Your mobile vibrated inside the pocket of your jeans, informing you about the incoming notification. You were currently sitting in the make-up trailer, so you had the time to check on it. Perhaps it was one of your brothers? Or your mum? It wasn't. Your face fell, when you saw the Instagram notification, telling you it was none other than Nate, leaving a comment under your post. You tried to resist the urge to read it, because you knew it was certainly nothing positive, but you couldn't. You had to know. So, you opened the app and made the next mistake to take a look...

'Screwing through the acting world now? Who's next after Hiddleston? Chris Evans? Andrew Garfield? Or maybe even Henry Cavill?'

You swallowed hard, felt the lump forming in your throat. Yes, Nate was your ex and an absolute asshole. You knew that you shouldn't give a fuck about his stupid and childish behaviour, but nevertheless... His comment didn't fail to hit you. Perhaps it was the fact how utterly sour this relationship had turned... From deeply in love to toxic hatred. But who knew? "Y/N?" You didn't even notice that Camille - your personal make-up artist called your name. "Y/N? You still with me?" You blinked and shook your head slightly. "Yes, sorry. I was in thoughts." "I noticed that. Everything okay?" You nodded, faking a smile. "Sure."

In fact, nothing was alright. His comment occupied you the whole day, 'causing you to just push yourself through acting today. Nobody noticed - except for one man... "Y/N?" Tom approached you after the scene he had just shot, wearing this incredibly tight suit he so often wore on set. You would praise the costume designers forever for this. "Hey." A soft smile graced your lips as you greeted him. "Is everything alright, darling? You seem to be so... absent-minded. Is something bothering you?" His handsome face was tinged with worry. A defeated sigh escaped your lips. You knew it was only a matter of time, until Tom was going to notice it. He always knew. He always noticed. "It's Nate... He commented the post I made a few days ago..." You could tell how Tom's demeanour immediately shifted. "What did he comment?" You took a deep breath, trying to hold back the upcoming tears. "Screwing through the acting world now? Who's next after Hiddleston? Chris Evans? Andrew Garfield? Or maybe even Henry Cavill?" You quoted Nate's comment; already knew it by heart. It had burnt itself into your memory. Tom scoffed in shock. "He commented that?" You nodded, unable to form words. "Who the hell does he think he is?! What a dick. I'm going to-" "No, please, no." You interrupted your boyfriend. "Whatever it is you wanted to say... No. When I learned one thing in the past months, then to better not hit back at him. Ignoring him is the best. Annoys him the most." Tom's oceanic blues pierced your Y/E/C ones. "Are you sure about this, darling?" Once again you nodded. "Yes. I-I'm just going to delete it." Now it was your boyfriend's turn to nod. "Alright..." You swallowed hard and looked away, not able to face Tom any longer. Nate's comment probably hurt you more than you thought... Mere seconds later, you felt two strong hands on your upper arms, gripping them gently. "Hey... Don't listen to him, darling. Don't let him get to you. He's a jerk. A jealous, frustrated, childish jerk. This utterance is absolute shit, and do you know why?" You lifted your head once again, glassy eyes facing him. "W-Why?" A sweet, soft smile appeared on Tom's face; love radiating in his blue orbs. "Because I will never let you go again." His words warmed your heart and lifted you out of your misery. He never failed to make you smile. Launching forwards, you wrapped your arms around him, literally clinging onto him. "Thanks, Tommy." You felt how he slid his arms around you as well, pulling you close. "Always."

Unfortunately, the small high didn't last long. Just as you crawled out of that dark hole again, you fell down the next, only two days later...

You and Tom had planned to have a romantic dinner tonight, since it was date night, but a short-term scheduled interview threw your plans over board. Instead of sitting in a cosy, private corner of a restaurant, with a glass of wine in your hands, you found yourself sitting on a director's chair with Tom beside you in one of the studios you were filming at. Great. Yes, you loved your newfound passion of being an actress, but you really wanted to go on this date tonight, since it had been all planned out, but well... Life just wasn't fair, right?

A camera was directed on the two of you and the seemingly friendly lady opposite you. "Tom Hiddleston, Y/N Hemsworth, thank you for joining me tonight for this interview. It's a pleasure to meet you." Both, you and Tom smiled. "Thanks for having us." He replied, speaking for both of you. At first the interview was pretty normal, involved the standard questions like 'How is it to shoot a movie with such a star-studded cast?' and 'How is it to work with Anne Miles as a director?'. The usual stuff. You wouldn't say you had fun with this interview, but you all shared a few laughs together. Though, at some point the interview turned, got weirder with every question...

"Tom, how is it to shoot with somebody who has absolute no acting experience?" Yeah... The question was directed to your boyfriend, but it wasn't like you didn't sit right beside him and could hear it. You didn't think that the lady meant no offense, but nevertheless left the question a sour taste behind. You couldn't deny that it didn't sting a bit - and yet... It was nothing but the truth, reminding you of your lack of experience. When Tom delivered his answer, you felt a bit like back in school, when two classmates were talking about you in front of you, not giving a shit that you were right there. Though, Tom was the one who replaced the sourness of the question with the sweetness of his answer. "I wouldn't say Y/N is entirely inexperienced. She stood in front of cameras before. As a professional surfer and model. She's from an acting family, so she knows how it works. I think it's in her blood as well to some extent. Of course, we all helped her along a bit, especially I, because I'm the male lead character, but Y/N learned very fast and she is doing an absolute great job." He looked over to you, giving you a soft smile, which you returned. "Thank you." The next question of the interviewer interrupted the small moment you had with Tom. "And you don't say this, just because she's your girlfriend?" The lady asked with a giggle. Was it meant to be a joke? If yes, both you and Tom didn't get it. He shook his head, stayed absolutely serious. "No. It was entirely a professional answer." Or perhaps the woman used it as a springboard to ask you and Tom about your relationship. "Alright. Speaking of it... You confirmed the rumours saying you are in a relationship. Congrats, first off." Tom and you just knew that sooner or later you were going to get pestered about being a couple. At the latest at the premiere of 'The Moralizer' and the following press tour. Well... Seems like the lady opposite you was about to start the ball rolling. "Thank you." You and Tom answered in union to her congratulations. You and him discussed as well, how you were going to react to such questions and what you were going to say and how much of your private life you were going to reveal - but you didn't see the following question coming. "Y/N, your last relationship isn't that far dated back and the split-up was - or well, still is very dramatic and heated. According to these circumstances, is the relationship you two share now really something serious or is Tom just another getaway?" Low blow. That question was a literal punch in the guts. Frustration and anger started to simmer in your veins. Why would everybody think you were using Tom just as a getaway? Oh right, because of your 'bad reputation' and your ex being an absolute wanker. And Tom? Was he nothing more than a getaway now for women? Well, a lot of people seem to think that after Taylor. What a complete bullshit, you thought. You were ready to yell at the woman in front of you, tell her and all those toxic people how things really were - but Tom stopped you and answered before you could. He reached for your hand, took it in his and stroked his thumb in a reassuring manner gently over the skin on the back of your hand. He felt how angered you were by this question, no doubt. "We won't answer this question, apologies. This is our private life and we would like for it to stay private." Tom played off the question as nice and polite as possible, stayed as cool as a cucumber - and you thanked your lucky stars for this. God forbid to think what you would have started with an emotional outburst... "Understandable. Thanks for taking the time to talk with me."

After the interview, Tom and you went back to his home; remnants of anger from that last question still coursing through your veins. "I can't believe that she really asked this..." You said, plopping on the couch beside Tom, into his awaiting arm, which he immediately wrapped around your shoulders. "I know, darling... Sometimes interviewers can be mean and ask way too personal questions. You just need to learn to play it cool." You sighed, snuggling closer against your boyfriend's warm and comfortable body. "Yeah... Something I definitely still need to learn." "Don't worry, love. You are going to learn it. It comes with time." "I hope so... You know, back when I was a professional surfer - and even as a model, nobody asked me such questions. Perhaps, because everything was picture perfect with Nate back then, I don't know... I mean, I always had some way, somehow a target on my back, but this... This is new... Thanks for helping me out of this." You felt how Tom placed a soft kiss on your head. "Of course, darling. Anytime. We're a team, remember? We are in this together." You looked up to him, smiling. Oh how much you loved that man. "Thanks, baby. I love you so freaking much." A low, sweet chuckle rumbled through Tom's chest. "I love you even more, Y/N."

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Against the odds

Chapter 6 - Vulnerably Beautiful

warnings: 18+ smuttish, violence (in the movie they're filming), mean press, emotional chaos

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“Alex?!“ You exclaimed, a hasty hand covering your agape mouth in shock, eyes torn wide open. Your heels clicked on the cold concrete floor of the deserted warehouse as shaky legs took a few steps back.

It was a fateful, dramatic scene you were shooting right now. Raw emotions were seething and trust bonds crumbling as Victoria followed Alexander’s car to get back an important folder she forgot after the last court date.

She ended in a scary warehouse to find the man she had given her body to, pointing a gun at a guy who was painfully tied to a chair, ten henchmen standing around him like sinister bodyguards. She knew about illegal trades and shady business but seeing him on the brink of killing, showing his real face was disturbing to Victoria.

“Wha- what is… Are you“ You stammered, gripping your handbag for dear life as the camera swiftly swung around your frame.

You had really gotten the hang of acting.

It was actually very demanding and challenging to meet the high expectancies of directors and executive producers but that was nothing foreign to you coming from the harsh model business. On the contrary, filming was a lot more fun than you had expected, maybe replacing modeling if someone would offer you another role after The Moralizer.

“Darling, that’s not-“ Tom exclaimed, stopping and sighing as he realized that the loaded gun in his right hand delivered a rather explicit image he couldn’t deny. Not anymore.

“Fuck“ his deep voice yelled, a rough stomp on the ground echoed across the empty hall. Your steps backwards became more rapid, your face still contorted in unexplainable emotions.

God, you loved acting with expressions, your eyes and mouth. It felt like living another person's exiting life for a sweet moment.

“Victoria, wait! Damnit“ Tom cried out, the camera focusing on his black dress shoes beginning to run after you. It was all loaded, tense and erratic.

You turned on your heels the camera switching to your heels making their hasty way across the concrete floor until you stumbled, the fall well trained and painless. Your white blouse was instantly stained, a skilled hand peppered the fake blood on your forehead as the camera angle was changed again.

Phew, those quickly turning and bending flying cameras would get you dizzy one day...

Tom hovered over your hunched body, heavy pants conducted his toned chest, straining the fabric of the white dress shirt so temptingly. No wonder Victoria was corrupted by this man. He was unbearably sexy.

Or was it become he was Tom? Perhaps…

“He stole some pretty important things from me. I can’t tolerate that“ he rasped, ocean blues looking down at you as if they were loving but chiding you at the same time. A fucked-up mixture toying with your real emotions.

Real goosebumps travelled your bare legs from how easily Tom transferred the increasing tension with only a slight change in the pitch of his voice and a mere gaze. He was an absolute marvel. World class.

“That’s vigilante justice. Liable to prosecution“ you muttered without gazing up at Tom, the impression of Victoria fleeing into her lawyer alter ego to process the situation was easier than you expected. If you were her, you would have the same.

Well, you were her. Still an overwhelming feeling.

“How handy that you, my intelligent dove, are my defense attorney“ Tom chuckled, the camera lined up at his extended hand that reached out for you to grab it.

And that was it.

“Cut! Twenty minutes break“.

A coy smile crept up on your lips as you were finally allowed to take Tom’s hand and get up from the freezing cold concrete. It was hard to still feel your butt at all.

“You did amazing, darling“ the tall man grinned warmly, wrapping one arm around your shoulder as you made your way to the holy coffee machine. A ritual you had developed after all those weeks of filming together.

Of course no one knew about the lucid dreams that haunted you ever since you laid eyes on Tom’s full glory. It had been an accident nevertheless, a very special one both of you officially handled like adults. Emphasis on officially. Perhaps Tom truly wasn’t disturbed by your bare encounter and those sinful images were only in your lusty mind but it undeniable. Returning to visit you every single night and you weren’t even sorry about it.

If you could only really have him.

“Y/n? Tom? I suppose you might want to see this“ Tom’s personal assistant Maddie asked with a prominent trembling in her delicate voice. Rarely so, what only goaded the instant anxiety rising in your mind.

The friendly woman handed him her tablet, several tabs of big tabloids were opened, brightening both your faces. Then you read the first headline in utter shock.

++ Half a year after a dramatic breakup - Y/n Hemsworth now seducing freshly split up Marvel actor

++ The Moralizer duo seen leaving Hiddleston’s apartment - What does Nate Thompson say?

Tom Hiddleston (Marvel’s Loki) seen with best friend’s hotly debated sister

This was hell.

And you definitely weren’t ready to face all this bullshit again. Maybe you would’ve been strong enough in a few moths or years but right now and first and foremost with Tom it was pure torture.

You looked so gleeful on the slightly blurry pic one of those paparazzis took; a broad grin on rosy lips and sparkling eyes looking up at Tom as if he was your everything. He was.

“Damn“ Tom whispered, instantly wrapping his protective arms around you, caging you and pressing your face flush against his chest. He just knew you would cry but under no circumstances should everyone see you in such a vulnerable state. What you felt was most private and intimate and so the handsome Brit shielded you from everyone’s curious gazes.

Hot tears began to run down your cheeks shamelessly mingling with the fabric of his dress shirt. Silent sobs accompanied Tom’s soothing “shhh“ as he dragged you into an empty trailer, careful so you wouldn’t stumble under the immense weight on your delicate shoulder.

Weight a cruel world had put on you. Weight that wasn't even your fault.

“How dare they?“ You muffled in his clothed armpit, Tom’s big hand caressing the back of your head so lovingly. “I am so incredibly sorry, y/n“. Low vibrations rung in your ears, fighting against the high-pitched beep disturbing your mind.

It had been perfect the last weeks. You were truly happy again for the first time after leaving Nate and now they wanted to take it from you again. All of it.

“Please know I am here for you. If you need anything, just tell or call. For heaven's sake send me a carrier pigeon. I don’t mind“ Tom continued, the scent of his trademark cologne calming your restless mind just like the thick British accent you had been drooling over so many times.

And as if naturally, he succeeded with brightening your mood.

A shy giggle escaped your lips, salty from all those tears. “A carrier pigeon?“ You asked with a light smile, looking up at the handsome man whose ocean blue orbs were eying you with an awe-struck expression.

Oh, you loved this look. It made you feel loved and cared about, something primal what had been undated for so long.

His rich laughter echoed through the trailer, shiny white teeth exposed in a symphony of low, thundering noises. Soothing and radiating joy, you’d say if someone asked you to describe those unique chuckles. “If you feel like it, darling. And if you have one, of course“ Tom winked, a loose curl tilting as he coked his head to the side.

He was so handsome and he knew it.

But would he really do it on purpose? With you?

Or was this really 'just' a beautiful, deep friendship?

The keycard beeped, a green light positively flashed as you let yourself in.

The hotel room became quite messy since last weeks press antics which took an heavier toll on your sanity than you expected. Perhaps because it was Tom they saw you with; the man for whom your feelings became undeniable, like cold snow coating a broken heart to keep it from dying.

You needed him but the last week was hard. 'Just the world testing you' you kept murmuring to yourself.

You wished the headlines to be true to a certain extent though. To be his was an old dream theatrically revived during the first time you met him again.

But not like they saw you, not like the cruel, blasphemous world wanted to display you; a lost, slutty woman who wrapped him around her pinky out of sheer despair.

However, this wasn’t the only thing that kept you from finally admitting all those feelings. You didn’t even know if Tom reciprocated them…

Tossing your tote bag on the bed, your heels were next to slip off landing on the carpet with two dull thuds. A rather short day of filming was behind you yet you body was tired, craving sleep or distraction or whatever.

Suddenly you saw a white package placed right next to your nightstand, a little note from the hotel stuff glued on top “delivery for Ms Hemsworth room 23“.

Who the hell sent you a package without you knowing? Chris maybe? But then you shouldn’t open it. Could be an alligator after all.

Nosy hands did their best to rip off the tape, a luxurious looking second box showed itself. With furrowed brows you lifted it out, undoing the black ribbon with rapt attention. As the cover finally slid down the edge of your bed, beautiful emerald green fabric was revealed; a dress.

Gasping at the unique design you almost ignored the little letter hidden between the silk.

Darling,

Unfortunately there was no carrier pigeon available to deliver this little gift so I had to make do with the royal mail. My sincerest apologies.

I won’t lie to myself anymore and admit that I cannot accept the negative feelings that are troubling you hence I would love to take you out for dinner tonight.

If you feel like joining me, I’ll be humbly waiting in your hotel lobby at 7pm…

Yours truly, Tom

You couldn’t keep in the childish squeak of joy as you pressed the dress close to your heart. Your heart wanted to absorb it alongside all of Tom's kindness. The broad smile he always summoned was back, lingering on your lips like your guardian angel.

A date with Tom was not what you expected from this little career change but wow. You wouldn’t decline, that was for sure.

“Have I told you how gorgeous you look?“ Tom mused, candle light casting flawless shadows on his sharp features while velvet lips were curled up in an admiring smile.

The handsome Brit didn’t stop beaming with glee since you happily took his hand in the lobby. It was a dream come true for the man who had been thinking about you day and night, wishing he would see you every morning in his lonely apartment.

It felt so full with you, so complete.

“Tom, you’ve told me about ten times already“ you giggled, enjoying the last bit of mousse au chocolate melting on your tongue. Dinner with Tom had been incredible. You ended up in his apartment eating what he had prepared as if he was a personal chef and damn, you savored every second of this private date.

“Then make it eleven“ he winked, hungry steel blues traveling down your neck, taking a turn at your exposed collarbone and flashing a quick look at your cleavage.

He was a subtle gentleman but with every minute of you sitting in front of him, smiling brighter than the sun and telling small anecdotes of your thoughts while playing Victoria, it got so much harder to restrain the loving need.

“In one aspect they’re right... you are very charming Mister Hiddleston“

But your small chuckle died as he lavishly licked the last bits of cream from the golden spoon. Tom’s wet tongue flicked and hugged the metal, collecting every last bit with skilled motions. Lewdly.

How would he feel between your legs?

God get a grip!

A decent neck rub should veil your trailed off thoughts but Tom’s irresistible smirk spoke volumes. He did it on full purpose and you proudly stepped in the thirst trap. How very embarrassing, wasn't it?

The blonde man's veiny hand crawled closer to yours, long digits stroking the back of your hand as if you were the most precious diamond that had to be kept safe and sound.

However, there was else lurking in the narrowed blue eyes, something darker and uncharted that pulled you under an invisible spell. “Should I walk you back to the hotel, y/n?“ He asked, the low timbre layered with an obvious hope for a 'no' as an answer.

And you delivered it wantonly.

“Tommy?“

“Hm?“ He hummed eyes casted on yours as if glued onto with pure honey.

Was it lust in those eyes every woman dreamed of to wake up to?

“I have to tell you something…“ your heart missed a beat as you so boldly introduced the most fragile of confessions. Planned or not, it had been only a matter of time until you wouldn't be able to keep shut about it anymore. Now, there was no going back and it should scare you to the core.

But it didn’t. Not in the slightest.

The tall Brit suddenly stood up, hips elegantly weaving past the mahogany table and approaching your tensed self with those tantalizingly long legs.

Sometimes one could think it was Loki all along playing a mischievous trick on the world while disguising as Tom Hiddleston. It could be…maybe?

You didn’t know why but you got up as he reached you, your head tilting up to meet his charming smile that alone could sweep you off you feet. Nonetheless, it was the man behind this flawless demeanor who caught your erratic, skittish heart and kept it safe.

And you were ready to unfold what it harbored.

“I love you, y/n“ he whispered without any warning of the faithful gravity of his remark, shocking you. A gentle hand sliding in between your styled hair and delicate neck held you and coaxed your body closer.

Wow. Your breath hitched for a second that felt like eternity while your mind opened the makeshift gutter of all those unchained emotions. It overwhelmed you as they ran free but Tom’s soft lips on yours silenced the whole world.

You grew used to Tom’s film kisses but this was something entirely different. Passionate and feral almost. Like devouring a gratification which had been denied for far too long. Smacking sounds echoed through his apartment, hasty hands were quick to travel each other’s body like starved humans.

“I love you, too“ you panted between heavy kisses and dancing tongues, your thighs clenching as Tom’s greedy hands unzipped the back of your dress with ease. A second later, silky fabric pooled around your ankles leaving you in admittedly suggesting lingerie you decided to wore just in case.

Well, the case had occurred.

“So gorgeous“ the tall Brit purred deeper than his jet black Jaguar before tossing his jacket to the floor not caring whether it landed where it should or not.

All that mattered right now was you and his long hidden devotion towards the little sister of his best friend. You were the woman he would chose to spend forever with. Even if forever was just a lifetime.

Strong hands picked you up, your shaky legs warped around his waist as your forehead rested against the apex of his strained neck. Primal feelings and wanton lust simmered in both your systems, ready to break free when the time was ripe. Low hums and groans escaped his parted lips, the decent touch of your fingers unbuttoning his dress shirt was almost too much. God, he needed to feel this, you, every single night.

With loving gentleness Tom dropped you on the bed, the now fully opened shirt was quick to leave, exposing those deliciously defined shoulders and pecks you had been snuggling up against countless times already.

Your co-star’s patience and respect was unmatched, the way he had calmed you down after reckless news or mean messages from Nate was healing those scars in a way you never knew was possible.

“You have no idea for how long I’ve been wanting this“ he groaned, breath tickling your ear, his hand unbuckling the belt sent an incredible friction down your spine. An unmeasurable level of anticipation and lust you had never felt with your ex.

Nate had been the problem, not you. Tom made it clear as day.

“I need you Tom. Please“

“Are you sure? We can wait, darling“ questingly raised eyebrows faced you, the trousers hitting the floor with a small smack of metal on wood leaving both of you in only underwear. And visibly aroused.

Oh, of course you wanted him. More than anyone else in this world and you knew damn well that you couldn’t wait any longer.

A hasty nod alongside one of your innocent, happy smiles sent Tom over the edge of restrained gentlemanliness. Those big hands began to trail every single of your curves so lovingly while strong hips bucked against your crotch. Sweet sizzles pampered all those sensitive nerves, making you crave more of his intoxicating touch.

“Will you be mine? After all those years…finally?“ The handsome Brit panted, his voice descending in a low growl as you greedily slipped his boxers down, your own panties following.

Someone took control over your lust-drunken actions but it was cool. It couldn’t feel any better than just right. Because that’s what it was; right.

And no one would ever take it from you again, would they?

“Make love to me, Tom“ you moaned wantonly, your delicate voice the most harmonizing sound in his ears. “Oh, darling. Why are you so perfect?“. His deep, purring praises sounded sweeter than dripping honey, satisfied but greedy at the same time. The moment you’ve dreamed of during so many lonely nights finally arrived.

If death had a lovely twin on cloud nine, you just met him.

“God, how did I deserve you?“ Another one of Tom’s adorable rhetorical questioned escaped his mouth, agape in the raw pleasure your unison bestowed on him.

Feeble candle light flickered through the open door, drowning the Brit’s unique curls in a gingerly orange giving him an ethereal touch. He was the selfless savior of your broken heart after all. Something godly to you who had deemed healing impossible.

“Thomas“ your lewd, little moans were a seething elixir to his soul, his full name fleeing your wet lips was something he wanted to savor so badly. Frame the sound if possible.

It didn’t take any more to spur him on. Your love was more than enough.

Looking unfairly fine, Tom‘s defined torso was strained by hard working muscles as he gifted you the night of your life. The first of hopefully more than 1001 nights of pleasure and passion.

“Darling, I made the pasta you loved so much“ Tom’s soft voice echoed through the apartment.

You had only left for a day of filming or to check out of the hotel you were originally staying in. Since the night of confessions you had spent every free minute with your Tom. Your boyfriend no one yet knew about. The press might took it as a fling, something sexual but no. You were far more.

“Coming“ you yelled back sliding out of his king sized bed, the book you lend from him placed on the nightstand. Shakespeare was written on the cover. Of course it was.

At the moment, it felt like living a dream but you knew sooner or later the romantic coastal road would become a bumpy ride iahend thepublic realized what was going on between the two of you. A matter of time to be exact but the seconds of intimacy you had left were cherished like an ancient treasure.

You had never been happier and so was Tom, the charming smile only leaving his soft lips when he was asleep or worshipping your body.

buzz buzz

Reflexively, you accepted the video call, a grinning Chris soon appearing on the screen of your phone. Not spending a single thought on your obvious surroundings you greeted him, beginning to talk about the scenes you were filming at the moment until your brother had realized. Your mistake.

“What?! Why are you looking like a guppy?“ You asked confusedly, Tom trying to muffle his laughter in the background.

“This kitchen… Tom? - I know you’re there“ He suddenly yelled, a wicked sparkle in those baby blues you’ve known for your lifetime. But his voice was ever so rich, the chosen volume almost shattering the speaker of your phone.

Shit you internally cursed, almost tossing the phone across the room as your thumb hastily tried to find the red button. Chris didn’t know yet.

Well, not until now.

“Oh no! The big brother will come for me“ Tom feigned shock, giggling like a child as his strong arms wrapped around your waist to keep you close. Close to home.

As expected, the pasta had been to die for but the constant vibration of your phone became unbearable. Chris‘ nosiness became unbearable. Eventually, you convinced Tom to make the dishes yourself so he could take a shower but it was some alone time you obtained by fraud. Chris would continue to annoy the hell out of you if he didn’t get an answer soon.

You knew him like the back of your hand.

Stifling your uncontrolled, ashamed laughter in the fabric of your shirt, blood pooled in your cheeks. Chris might look like Thor but oh boy, he was far from the god’s level of decency.

“Y/n?“ Thomas’ whiny voice found his way from out of the huge bathroom.

“Tommy?“ You yelled back, still unable to suppress the sugary giggle in your theatrical question. Your older brother often managed to make you laugh but Tom’s faux childish, hurt pleas and whimpers did an even better job at entertaining your fun side. This man was a whole comedian himself.

“Asgard feels so lonely without you…“ it came promptly.

“Aww my love“ you chuckled “I’m on my way“.

It took you only a few steps and a quick slide out of your knitted dress to open the bathroom door naked and ready to join him in the shower. But it seemed you were too late, Tom’s tall, athletic body already soaking wet and leaning casually against the black wall tiles.

This man was definitely an addictive sight to see.

“Remnants of James Conrad“ he chuckled, ocean blue orbs trailing your curves in complete adoration. You were a holy temple to him and a day without worshiping his goddess was a lost one. The rain shower continued to pepper warm water droplets across the broad shoulders, the shiny pearls running down the deep ridges of his defined abs that flexed as Tom reached out for you.

Longing for you.

“And you’re sure there’s no way I can see the movie prior?“ You complained whiny, feeling the hot water embracing you alongside Tom’s strong arms that pressed you flush against his muscular form. God, he was tall…

“I’m afraid no. But I can introduce you to the Captain“ he groaned in the crook of your neck, ardent kisses and love bites were peppered all across your bare neck and shoulders. His mouth was hotter than the water, reviving those butterflies in your belly and the twitching nerves of your core longing for Tom’s exquisite touch.

He had ruined you and effectively so.

“Thomas… I thought you wanted to shower“ You giggled coyly, anything but averted to what your handsome Brit had planned.

Big palms wandered down your cheeks before he grabbed your thighs lifting you up and pressing your back flush against the wall. “Hmm… What about a little multitasking?“ Tom growled sealing his velvet lips with yours, water pouring along your faces, weaving past the heated kiss and deflected by the light stubble of his beard.

“Thomas William Hiddleston… If I only knew you’re this insatiable“

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