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Hopefully Lenora Crichlow, Bradley James, Noel Clarke and Rupert Graves will be there, and if not all of them I’m sure at least one of them will be.
Untitled | Hiddlesworth | G | mentions of mpreg | /hugs
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“Oh, hush you!” Tom laughed as he watched an awkward Chris standing by the bed.
“But. I just don’t want to hurt him!” came the slightly panicked answer.
“You won’t! You never hurt him before.”
“That was different. You were there” Chris argued, his eyes still transfixed on the sleeping baby in the middle of the bed.
“I am here now. The only difference is, that he’s not inside me any more” he answered, rolling his eyes.
Tom sighed as Chris made no move to get into bed. God he was so tired. All he wanted was sleep. As much sleep as possible, before Dylan decided he was hungry again.
“Okay. Let’s do this.” He put a pillow in the space where Chris was meant to lie, before scooting closer to his son, leaving enough space for Chris to climb in behind him.
Chris seemed quickly catch on and did so.
“This better?” Tom asked as he felt Chris press against his back. The answer he got, was a light kiss to the back of his neck and a hand on his hip.
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This is gorgeous and perfect. Thank you so much! :D
“When I was born, you cried for many years,” Hel said, “And when I became the keeper of this dead realm, you cried for many more. Yet you will not shed a tear for Balder. Your heart is ice, Loki. You truly are of Jotunheim.”
(Warning: Swearing and confusion over sexuality.)
Take a walk
You’ll see I am no criminal
I’m down on both bad ends
I’m just too much a coward
To admit when I’m in need.
- Take A Walk, Passion Pit
James walks across the stones, warm beneath his feet, both of his arms held out to balance himself. He squints behind his sunglasses, over at Michael, who is playing at the water’s edge, kicking and splashing like a small child.
I’m writing McFassy, and trying something new. Would anyone be interested in a coming-out story for them?
“Mm, enough,” Loki said, quietly but forcefully, “I have eaten enough.”
“Not until you are finished,” Thor insisted. Loki’s mouth remained closed. Thor at once put two of his fingers in his own mouth to moisten them, then dipped them in a bowl of sugar, the grains sticking to his skin. He held out his fingers and pressed them to Loki’s lips, trailing sugar across them. Loki resisted for a few moments, but then couldn’t: he licked the sugar from his lips, his mouth opening. Thor took one of the small cakes and put it whole into his brother’s waiting mouth.
I’m so glad that people enjoyed it!
Just so you know, I’m currently working on a Thor/Loki feeding kink fic, and I might try my hand at some more Tom/Loki after that! Thank you!
Someone motivate me!
“How is she?”
“She’s beautiful.”
“Oh, that’s good to know, same as yesterday. I was worried she’d have turned ugly overnight.”
“Oh, hush. She’s fine, she’s falling asleep.”
“So am I. I’m exhausted.”
“I’m not surprised. You did a lot of the hard work here.”
“A lot?! Not all of it?!”
“Be fair, she had to, like, become a person.”
“Very true, Chris, very true.”
I am Loki, and my mind is my mind. Be I man, woman or creature, I am myself and no one can deny this.
