I’m bored 😂
Started working on a little thing during boring lectures today… Technically it’s only about half done, but I like it this way, so.
Chapter 1: good dog
“Fuck me, Thor.”
Y/n always thought that almost every time she entertained herself in bed. As an Aussie, Y/n had grown up on Chris Hemsworth, following him all the way from Home and Away. It was quite by accident, really, since her last foster mother was very much into soap operas.
As much as Y/n loved Thor Hemsworth, today’s exclamation was a curse since she was sopping wet from the rain. Thankfully, she’d just made it into work, safe from the downpour.
“Told you to take a brolly!” Her coworker/roommate teased as she peeled off her coat.
In Australia, January was one of the hottest months of the year. In SoHo London, in the opposite part of the world, it was the wettest.
“Mhm, yeah. Thanks for that obvious tip!” Y/n shlepped into the back room and switched into her work clothes, after she barely managed to clock in on time.
“Any tips today?” Y/n asked Troy as she joined him behind the counter. She was referring to the tip jar she kept, hoping to collect money for her favorite charity.
Troy peaked a look from the window.
“Not many people,” he answered as thunder broke.
“You mind if I bring my schoolwork out?”
Troy’s family- well, his older sister- ran the coffee shop in SoHo: Beans and Books. Trish and her friends had combined their love of coffee and books to make a little café/bookstore, popular among the youth.
Y/n had been lucky to find a flatspace that Tony was renting, and was soon given a job at the café. Most of her transfer student funds went into tuition, books and rent, so working gave her some spending money.
“Nah, you should be good. Just look attentive if anyone comes in.”
Y/n brought her work up to the counter, and was able to get plenty reading done since not many customers came. Troy took most orders from anyone who had come. But 5pm came around, marking the end of the work day. On drier days, it meant rush hour, but on an overcast day like today, they didn’t expect many people. It picked up close to 6, and Y/n had to put her schoolwork away to focus on the customers.
A group of school students had left a covered table, with left over pastries still on the plates. Thankfully, they left a decent tip. Y/n was just taking away the last of the plates when something ran through her legs, making her drop the dishes.
Immediately the dog began lapping at the fallen pastries.
“Bad Bobby! Stop that!” The dog’s human tugged on his leash, pulling him away from the mess he’d created.
“I’m so terribly sorry,” the man leaned down to help Y/n clean up his dog’s mess. “Bobby really wanted out from the rain.”
“Oh, it’s no big deal!” Y/n smiled at the capped man. “I just don’t want him eating broken china, otherwise he’s welcome to the pastries.”
The man sheepishly chuckled and deposited the shards into the bin.
“Sorry for that, again. Perhaps I can buy some for him.”
“That makes sense. The window’s over there. I’ll just be around.”
Y/n showed him to the display as she went to put away the bin. Then she helped him pick some pastries and he ordered himself a coffee. The man went over to the checkout, and was looking around for his dog when he noticed the many bookshelves.
“Is that Cymbeline?” He asked, nodding to the shelf with the rest of Shakespeare.
“It’s Shakespeare, isn’t it? The owner likes to have all the books by any author, if she can help it.”
“It’s only, Cymbeline isn’t as popular as the rest of his work.”
“A shame, really. I quite liked the unfortunate story of Imogen and Posthumus. I don’t know what’s worse, dying like Romeo and Juliet, or having your lover not trust you.”
The customer laughed gently at her woe as he paid for his things.
“I played in Cymbeline once. In a West End production.”
“Must’ve been fun!”
“It was! Do you mind if I sit and read a while?” He looked out the window. “I don’t think Bobby has a mind to leave.”
“Not a problem! Help yourself.”
The man thanked Y/n and went to get a book before he sat. Then he gave one pastry to his spaniel as he enjoyed another himself.
It was quiet in the shop for a while, only two customers in the thirty minutes. And then Troy came back from break.
“Bloody hell!” He screamed as he came in from the back door.
“Hey, Y/n! Do you think Thor might give it up if you blew him?”
Y/n immediately looked at the customer, who was looking at her with an amused brow.
“Y'know. Works for the both of you!”
Y/n slapped Troy’s arm hard as he approached the counter. She eyed the customer and Troy instantly grew up, apologizing for his comment.
“Unfortunately, Chris Hemsworth is very married. With three kids!”
The guest laughed, unable to miss the loud reject in the small space.
“I’m going to stop talking now.” Y/n blushed and focused on a chore around the café.
“Did you know, his wife’s the Latina girl in the Fast and Furious movies? The one with Hobbs, not Letty.”
“Oh, yeah! Man, I love those movies. No regard for physics.”
“Still sad about Paul Walker, though.”
“Yeah. I saw his movie, Hours. Kind of a flop, but it was cute!”
Y/n and Troy talked about the Fast movies for a while, then Troy went to do inventory for the next day. Y/n meanwhile, took a refill to her customer.
“So, you really fancy Hemsworth, do you?”
“Only since Home and Away. Soapy, I know. But that’s mostly what they played at the foster home.”
The man grew curious. “You’re a foster child?”
Y/n and the man talked about her past, which part of Australia she was from, and how she came to London. She was studying journalism at Kingsway College, hoping to travel the world. Their conversation was interrupted by a loud crack of thunder, and Bobby jumped up from his spot, tangling his leash through y/n’s leg as he went to his owner. The man picked up the pup while Y/n worked on releasing the leash.
She handed the man the leash back, and he offered to let her pet him, which she took him up for. Thunder roared again.
“O, that my tongue were in the thunder’s mouth! Then with a passion would I shake the world.
"And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy, which cannot hear a lady’s feeble voice, which scorns a modern invocation.”
Y/n smiled as the man joined in finishing the quote from King John. They stayed staring at each other until Bobby whined.
“I should get back to work.”
“Thanks for the coffee, y/n.”
“Ehehe. It’s Tom.”
Y/n started walking back to the counter, but stopped in her track.
“Odin’s beard! That would be Chris and Tom?” She asked, without turning to look at him.
“Eheh. Guilty,” Tom replied sheepishly.
Y/n bit her lip. Damn!
“And I call myself a Thor fan!” She finally turned around, cheeks red.
“I’ve never missed a Marvel movie, and here I’ve missed you!” She whispered as she sat back down on the edge of her seat.
“Well, I don’t look quite Loki like at the moment.”
“So rumor confirmed! You really do like your classics.”
“Well I should hope so. I majored in classics at Cambridge.”
Y/n wanted to know more, but customers came in and she left Tom. Troy came out too, to help with the rush as the rain had stopped. The song on the store playlist changed and Troy began loudly singing along.
“That’s what people say, mm mm!”
God, Troy loved his pop songs. Y/n happened to look up at the moment to see Tom having a sip of his drink.
Damn! That was Tom Hiddleston, she suddenly remembered. And Troy was blasting Taylor Swift. Y/n stomped on Troy’s foot, making him stop singing.
“Ow! What the hell?” Troy cried at her.
“Change. The song.” Y/n gritted at him.
“But it’s T-”
Y/n grabbed Troy’s shoulder and shoved him below the counter.
“Yes. And that’s Tom Hiddleston out there!”
Troy instantly lifted his head to take a peak, but Y/n name yanked him down. Troy took the chance to change the song.
“Don’t draw attention to him!”
“Sorry! Can you believe it? A famous person at our café?!”
“I gotta call Trish!” and Troy ran off to call his sister.
By the time he was back, Tom was ready to leave.
“Mind if I buy a box to go?” He asked, as if it were trouble.
“Not at all! Let me get you one.” Y/n got a box and filled it with Tom’s choice of pastries before ringing him up.
“I’m sorry about Troy,” she said quietly. “He’s a die hard fan of Taylor Swift.”
“It’s no issue. He’s got good taste in music. I wouldn’t stop reading Shakespeare just because he dumped me!”
Y/n smiled an apologetic smile.
“I hope you come again!”
“I hope to see you again as well. Good night, Y/n.”
Tom began to leave, but Troy yelled.
Tom stopped by the door, feeling everyone’s eyes on him. He pulled down his cap and sighed.
“Sorry, you forgot to sign the receipt.”
Tom turned and walked back to the counter.
“Troy, I take it?” he asked as he took the offered pen.
“That’s me, but if you could make it out to Trish, my sister.”
Tom smiled and autographed the napkin to both of them. He turned to leave, but then walked to Y/n.
“I’m going to see a play at the West End this Saturday,” he told her. “Would you care to join me?”
Y/n turned pink at the question and shared a look with Troy.
“I could pick you up from here.”
“Y-yeah! She should be off!” Troy spoke for her.
“If…if it’s not too much trouble.”
“I think I can manage. I’ll pick you up at around 5-ish?”
“I look forward to it!”
“Excellent. I’ll see you then. Good bye, Y/n. Goodbye, Troy.”
“Bye Tom! Bye Bobby!”
As Tom walked out the front door, Troy’s sister came running in through the back one.
“Where is he?’
"Where’s who?” Troy teased his sister.
“Tom Hiddleston, THAT’S WHO!” Trish growled at him.
“Oh, you just missed him a second ago.”
Trish stood staring at the front door.
“Can you believe it? Tom freaking Hiddleston. In my café! How lucky am I!!”
“Not as much as Y/n. She’s got a date!”
I… Don’t really know where this came from. Just a tiny one shot of DaddyDom Loki over pleasuring his sub/babygirl.
Slight Dub-con, but I had in my mind she has a safeword just didn’t use it.
‘That’s it, pet. Such a good girl.’ Loki purred in her ear.
She moaned loudly as he turned the vibrator up higher, it buzzed inside of her and hit all the right spots with all the bumps and ridges Loki had added. For her extra pleasure.
Loki licked his lips as he watched his little squirm. He’d attached the vibrator to a stool and had her sit on it, deep. With her hands tied behind her back.
marrying this Loki
of our hearts 💕
Tʜᴇ AU I·ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ﹐ ᴘᴀʀᴛ VI﹕ Aʀᴛʜᴜʀ II﹐ Kɪɴɢ ᴏғ Eɴɢʟᴀɴᴅ.
[ 𝐽𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝐴𝑟𝑡𝘩𝑢𝑟, 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠.
𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝐻𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑟𝑡𝘩𝑢𝑟 𝐼𝐼 𝑜𝑓 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑.
𝐷𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑛 𝐿𝑒𝑤𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑟𝑡𝘩𝑢𝑟 𝐼𝐼.]
Tom Hiddleston reads from Shakespeare’s First Folio
Tom Hiddleston and David Tennant
Pairing: Loki x reader (Professor AU)
Word Count: 745
Summary: Loki oversteps at the University, how will he make it up to you?
Author’s Note: This is for the TH HBC’s @the-th-horniest-book-club drunk drabbles and the fun prompt below by @prunes-said-bucky I was very inspired by fun talks with my lovely friend @survivor-reborn and she picked the perfect poetry he reads! Thank you love! Hope you enjoy and thank you all for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤
Warnings: Teasing, flirting, power play, light dirty talk, vibrator use, implied smut ;)
“Come in.” You look up from the papers at your desk, watching as Loki shyly dips his head in greeting. “You wanted to see me.” Pushing your chair back you round the desk and meet him in the middle of the room, standing toe to toe with your back straight and shoulders squared. “You’re angry with me,” he concedes. Taking his tie between your fingers you smooth it over his chest before answering, “I am.”