🛣🛣🛣 OMF FOR JAMES OR SIRIUS (bc stars astronomy yk iTS UP TO U) INSPIRED BY HALLEYS COMET BY BILLIE EILISH AHHH SUCH A GOOD SONG I WAS THINKING ABT HOW U WOULD BE THE BEST PERSON TO WRITE IT OMGalso congrats on 600!!!<333
Halley’s Comet
PAIRING: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: Halley’s Comet comes around more often than Sirius Black does. Shame you didn’t get to see it in your lifetime when he finally did. [Based on Halley’s Comet by Billie Eilish]
WORDS: 3.4k
WARNING(S): angst, promises, kinda half-assed writing because i rushed hanxbdjwa bold and italicized text are the lyrics. not proofread so might have a couple of errors. || SECOND PERSON
A/N: thank u babe i’m honored <333 i hope i captured the vibe and the aesthetic of it bb!!! agh the song’s so good especially with earphones smxnejej
NAVIGATION || MAIN MASTERLIST || HP MASTERLIST
I don't want it
“If you were really a star among the other stars, what would you do?” you had asked him one late night as you two sat with your backs against the rock hard wall of Hogwarts, your legs spread out before you.
“I’m already a star,” he told you with a smug grin, reveling at the fact that he’d just made you laugh. Friends is what he’d say if asked what the two of you were. A friend is what he’d tell his other friends about what he saw whenever he looked at you. “But if I really did become the actual star, there wouldn’t be much to do but guess I’d like to hold hands with the other stars then I’d still rock a good outfit.”
“A good outfit? How does that even work?”
“Eh, well, you know, the usual stuff like my belt, my sword, and my shield.”
“That doesn’t even — oh, right, because your name’s Orion? You know, I hate to break it to you, but that’s your father’s name.”
“Either way, I wouldn’t care because I’d still be the brightest star in the sky.”
And I don't want to want you
You laughed at this, and he once again felt a smile tug at his lips. What a drag, he thought, pertaining to the stupid glint he felt at this stupid thing he refused to admit. Not your laugh, no. Never in a lifetime would he think of anything that came out of your mouth was anything worth of a mockery.
He shifted in his seat, not tearing his eyes off the sky just like you still hadn’t. Clearly you were both far too mesmerized by the brilliance of the dark yet twinkling sky, amused by the beauty that always felt chasing after the light, its demise no more than a rising sun.
“Everyone’s the brightest star to someone whose eyes they’re made for,” you said, finally facing him, “and I guess you just happen to be your own.”
Not really, he thought as he faced you as well. It’s actually you. But he shook this thought aside as soon as it came and just laughed along with you, the sense of comfort lingering longer than often. “That’s true.” It isn’t.
He turned to you, his eyes filled with more than what the night sky could ever carry. “I like the way your eyes always seem to be so full when it’s watching the night sky pass by, I like the way you laugh at everything I say, I like the way you roll your eyes during History of Magic, I like you,” is what he would say if he had the guts to do so. Instead, he only smiled, half hoping you’d get the words out of it.
Sirius Black is a courageous man through and through, he knew that. He could do what some cannot, but one of those skills does not include telling the truth even at least to himself.
“Sirius, tell me something,” you breathed, your eyes once again fixed on the brilliance of the night sky. He raised a brow, forgetting you couldn’t see him. “Why are we here?”
He froze. Yeah, why? “Because,” he started, gathering as much as he could from millions and millions of his thoughts, “I like it.” I like being out here with you.
“Really? You don’t think we should’ve done this up at the Astronomy Tower?”
Well this is embarrassing, thought Sirius, realizing just now that you were referring to something else.
“We were having two different conversations,” he murmured.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he added. “I mean, sure, the Astronomy Tower’s great but I think it’s lovely watching it from afar.”
“We’d still be watching it from afar if we were up there and it would be a lot better view. Merlin, Pads, do you ever think?”
I do; about you. He shook his head. One might say that the moment has passed. It hasn’t. He doesn’t think it ever will, not when he’s watching you throwing your head back in laughter again. Oh, if only he could live in this moment forever. What a luxury that would be.
“What do you want to do after Hogwarts?” he asked all of a sudden, catching you off guard. You’d been friends with Sirius for a long time now, and the still far away thought of graduating now being so disturbingly near felt more like an impending doom than a relief.
You felt as if your answer needed more thought: To answer with what job you want to take afterwards. But you had something else in mind. “I’ll wait for 1986.”
“That’s oddly specific,” he remarked. “Isn’t that still ten years away, give or take?”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Why that year?”
“Well,” you started, facing him for real with your knees pressed against your chest, your arms wrapped around them, “there’s this once to twice in a lifetime thing that I want to see not just in pictures.”
“What?”
“Are you familiar with an ice cream truck?”
“Hardly, but go on.”
“See, there’s this comet that only comes around every seventy-five to seventy-six years. It was last seen in 1910, and it just seems like a shame not to see it at least one in your lifetime.”
“What does an ice truck have to do with any of that?” laughed Sirius. You didn’t.
“It comes and it goes,” you told him matter-of-factly.
Sirius bursted into a laugh. “That sounds pretty great,” started Sirius, a smile forming on his lips, “I’ll be there when you watch it even though I don’t approve of its name.”
“Shame,” you commented. “Why not?”
“Black’s Comet sounds a lot better, don’t you think?”
It was your turn to laugh this time, and he had to keep himself from beaming. “Hm, I prefer [Y/L/N]’s comet.”
“[Y/L/N]-Black’s Comet it is then.”
“Alright, deal,” you answered with a smile that could have possibly sent Sirius orbiting around every planet in the universe all at once and back. “Promise you’ll watch it with me?”
“My answer’s always the first word, of course I do.”
A moment of silence again, and you were both in the same place you’ve been since the night started: Backs against Hogwarts’s walls and untrue of what you felt for each other, always just waiting and waiting and waiting.
But in my dreams, I seem to be more honest
The very next day, he distanced himself, not even daring to meet your gaze. He doesn’t want to want you, but what played before his eyes during his sleep said something else: You stood up during class and everybody else froze, but not out of shock. They were just . . . still and unmoving as if they were simply carved that way.
The classroom then descended into nothingness and soon the dark was engulfed by the treacherous stars whose intentions are misaligned if not for their mesmerizing glow.
But he didn’t care for them. He only cared for you. You whose body was made of something else far more precious than the stars. You whose hands were reaching out to him. You whose presence takes up most of the infinite space in his mind, filling even the corners no thought of his could ever reach. . .
When he awoke, he spent the time he tossed around in bed hoping the drowsiness would disappear and hopefully with it the dream.
And I must admit you've been in quite a few
I’ve forgotten it already, he told himself over and over, a pathetic attempt at assuring himself it was nothing more than an idiotic idea. It’s gone in my head now.
Friends.
We’re friends, he’d say. We’re great friends. It’s hard to look at someone who’s only looking straight ahead from afar, knowing all too well there’d never be more than what there is today.
Maybe it was just you; maybe only you saw the spark.
Maybe it was just him; maybe only he saw the spark.
Either way, neither saw much less got the hint that both would give up all the stars in the world if it meant not losing each other.
Halley's Comet
Comes around more than I do
Friends, right? Sharing a knowing look over an inside joke only you knew is some friend thing, isn’t it? Playing with the other’s hair out of boredom during History of Magic or whenever convenient are habits friends have, right?
“So where are you with [Y/N]?” said another voice. For a moment Sirius thought it was only his mind but then a flash of red from beside him told him it was Lily.
“Oh, whatever do you mean?” asked Sirius, his voice sounding dismissive.
“I mean you’re being stupid.”
“Did I hear that right from you, Evans?”
Lily scoffed. “You did. So where?”
“In Canis Major,” he replied in the least encouraging way one could do so before standing up and fetching himself another glass of water.
Sirius never tried to get you alone after that night and it was just beyond frustrating for you. What’d I do wrong? you’d think for the most of the days that followed until it was just easy to talk to him again. But he always made it hard whenever it was: Days would come by when you two would be laughing and everything you loved doing and ice cold tension the next.
But you're all it takes for me to break a promise
He knew that there was something so much bigger than what you two had and could have. Once again, Sirius Black is a courageous man; a brilliant one, even.
But just like every brave man to exist, he had his weaknesses, and you just simply happened to be his, however tragic that fact may be.
Silly me to fall in love with you
Even when he watched his best friend marry his best friend — and happy as he may have been for them — it was hard not to imagine that he was only watching you and himself from afar as he watched Lily walk down the aisle. You stood at the opposite side, only smiling as you watched your best friend get to what all of you blindly assumed would be a happy ending.
Time had passed by too quickly, but there was always the same question in your head: Would he still see the comet with you years from now?
Hopefully. Maybe. Maybe not. Hopefully not. You didn’t know what to think. Risking all you could risk, you glanced his way only to find his eyes stuck to Lily, unbeknownst to you he had a thought he wishes you had.
For a split second, Sirius wasn’t seeing James and Lily. For a split second, it was you in the wedding gown, your beauty impossible to summarize by a photo as you walked the length of the aisle, getting closer and closer . For a split second, he wore the highly fine tux.
For a split second, he saw a future he longed to have as his present.
I haven't slept since Sunday
On the ninth of February, 1986, Sirius found himself in a muddily grassy scenery; the gray blocks standing tall as substitute of those who lay underneath the surface of the soil. He sat down next to his best friend’s grave, the headstone hazy through his eyes.
Midnight for me is 3AM for you
“Funny seeing you here, Prongs,” he said to the headstone, “been a long time, yeah?”
He fidgeted with a twig he picked up from the park nearby, busying himself with the different paths of which it grew. “You know how you married Lily? I wish I did that, too. I mean, not with Lily but. . .”
Even today, the thought of admitting it seemed far too comical, unreal. “She’s great, you know. [Y/N], I mean.” Sirius let out a long sigh before looking back to the headstone. “Man that feels good to get out of my chest.”
A wind blew his hair away from his face. Was that an answer? Sirius chuckled, the smile staying even long after the wind stilled.
But my sleepless nights are better
With you than nights could ever be alone, ooh-ooh
He then thought back to the times you’d spent together not limited to that one night you swore to watch the comet. Each and every one of those became his favorite but most of all the first time you’d snuck out together.
As friends.
Even so, it was a worthy possession of his, and he treasured it dearly: The night breeze was welcoming and sweet.
Sirius tore his eyes away from the headstone, keeping himself from seeing gray. He repeated the name on the headstone in his mind. James Fleamont Potter, James Fleamont Potter, James Fleamont Potter, not A-Z. . . .
“I’m getting kinda drowsy, mate,” said Sirius, letting out a light laugh as if it would help.
I was good at feeling nothin', now I'm hopeless
What a drag to love you like I do
“I can’t believe I’m saying this but I actually envy you, you know that?” scoffed Sirius. The wind gushed again. “Sorry, just had to get it all out. I’m good now, I hope you are, too.”
He stared too hard at the headstone that he could’ve sworn he glimpsed something wispy walk by. Shaking his head, he sighed.
“Why am I still here, you ask?” he said as if he were in a play. “I have a promise to keep. Kind of hard to fulfill it when I’m still in shackles.”
He looked up at the glowing night sky. It brought him back to every single night you’d spent together once more, and something tugged at his heart, clenching it and if he didn’t move he had the feeling that it would explode.
After all, stars tend to explode, too. Eventually, the sun will explode as well, he thought, glad he could still remember some of the things you taught to him. Would be a shame if my star exploded now when I’m this close to reaching you.
A supernova; a beautiful tragedy. Shining so bright one minute only to explode at the end of its prime. But he wouldn’t let himself explode just yet.
I've been loved before, but right now, in this moment
He continued on to toy with the twig. Once again, his eyes went up to the night sky, badly drawn. Soon, [Y/L/N]-Black’s Comet would appear like a brilliant smear on the dark canvas that is the night.
Weirdly enough, he could also hear the distant crashing of waves. He focused on the rustling of the tree.
I feel more and more like I was madе for you
For you
He was excited nonetheless. He’d finally get to watch it with you. Dreams aren’t folly at all. If anything, they’re the only things that tell us the stories we want to hear.
I'm sitting in my brother's room
“I haven’t slept in a week or two,” he told the headstone again, resting his hand restlessly on the curve of the stone, “I think I might have fallen in love, what am I to do?”
He sat still, waiting for the gush of wind to answer again. Only a couple of leaves danced along and the rustling of the trees’ green strands sounded through the deserted graveyard.
“Anyway, you dropped your antlers,” he said with an assuring laugh before setting the twig he was fiddling with down in front of his best friend’s headstone. “Take better care of them or something. Until then.”
Sirius stood up, but not without one last glance at his brother née friend’s headstone. He brought heavy steps forward as he approached another headstone, and this time it was the wind that asked him a question.
“If you were really a star among the other stars, what would you do?”
The wind away from his face, his hair making his nose itch. Well, [Y/N], before I answer that, I must first fulfill a promise to someone special.
Sirius could see the headstone he was heading for from where he stood, its curve done well. As soon as he made it, he kneeled. I have a different answer now, he thought as he moved and sunk down on the muddied surface beside your headstone.
Engraved across the dusty stone was your own full name in a font he never thought he’d read it on.
He’d lost all that he had now, and so he decided crying wouldn’t be much of something that would tear away points from him (not that he had any more to lose).
If he had a champagne glass, he’d raise a toast.
A toast to the bodies of those who were never at least found — the soldiers who never came home; to the heroes whose cause got lost in the blur; to the martyrs and their words, drowning in the travesty of deadly rivalry. A toast to you. A toast to Prongs and Lily. A toast to Moony. A toast to losses whose deaths should not go to vain. A toast to himself.
For the first time in a long time, he let the water trickle down his eyes, the salty tang of it overstaying its welcome.
“To be fair, I did promise you so here I am.”
And just like he did a decade ago, he sat down, his legs in front of him as he craned his neck to look up at the night sky, waiting for the telltale sign of an approaching comet hurtling away, on its way to leave as soon as it could.
If Sirius squinted his eyes straight up above and not looked down, it was easy to pretend he was in Hogwarts with you beside him as you two looked up at the stars. For once in a lengthy time, he was genuinely happy: He was with you, waiting for your comet to arrive.
But it never did.
Not because it didn’t want to nor can’t, because it really can. Right now, it was speeding away across the very planet everyone resided in.
Sirius could not at all see this comet. Again, not because he didn’t want to. He just can’t. How would he if he was surrounded my gray walls, loneliness the only furniture as hooded figures trailed past?
His self-proclaimed utopia left just as soon as it came, the rustling of the trees gone, overpowered by the crashing of the waves just right outside Azkaban.
He couldn’t even visit your grave to do at least that. He wanted his fist to collide with the gray stone walls so bad in wants of feeling something else other than the familiar sinking dread of having what was remaining of his soul be taken away.
From then on, he came up with a different promise: If not in this lifetime, I’ll see it with you in another one. Twice, even — to make up for this lifetime.
As he sunk down to the corner of the room, he stared at his dusty fingers, longing to feel the mud in his dream.
If I were a star, you ask? My, what a question worth devouring. You’ve long awaited an answer, so here it is, he thought to himself as if you could hear him wherever you were. If I were a star, I’d shine as stupidly bright as I can just for you. But aside from that, just know that I’d look for you, too.
“We’ll make up for it all in another lifetime,” he murmured before he let himself sink against the hard wall, the closest thing he could get to a sleep. “We’ll see our comet another time. . .”
did i just make the lyric “brother’s room” james’s grave in sirius’s dream during his delirium while in azkaban? yes i did and i have no regrets xx fnfjejwj to be fair i did overshadow stuff,,, did it work??? HAHAHAHAHA reblogs appreciated :*
Summary: Loki is forced to watch both his past and his future and only realises what he had once it’s gone.
Word Count: 2,015
Warnings: Angst, major spoilers for 1x01 of Loki!
a/n: I had to write this because I am so not okay after episode one and I need to vent somehow so voila. Spoilers below!
*wonderful gif credit to @lokihiddleston *
“What is this?” Loki scoffed as the screen in front of him whirled to life.
“A sample of your greatest hits, if I may.”
Mobius flipped a switch on his machine and a clear image of the Avengers lit up the screen. Loki sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, his irritation reaching its limits. He didn’t know how much more of this idiocy he could take.
That is LITERALLY the SINGLE BEST EXAMPLE of camoflauge working at max effect that I have EVER seen. I legitimately had to lean in and squint and follow it back from the bottle to figure out what was happening! XD
Word count: 11.1k but this is broken into significantly more scenes than last time.
Warnings: In no particular order this chapter includes the following: Depression, Major character death, Angst, and Tooth-Rotting Fluff.
Summary: Soulmates were a gift to Asgard from the goddess Frigga, but Loki was starting to think they might be a curse.
Notes: Well this is the end! Unfortunately, I didn’t get to edit this as thoroughly as I like. But Thanks for sticking around to see it! I hope you enjoy this story. Please take the time to let me know what you think of this series, and this final chapter!
There will soon be a spin off of Loyalty, set in the same Soulmate Universe. This will be a spin off not a sequel and will not require reading Loyalty, but reading it will be encouraged. And while it won’t follow this Reader x Loki, they will both be featured as characters in the story (with the Reader of this story given a name in that one to allow that spin off to also be a reader insert fanfiction). So, if you’d like to see more Marvel Soulmate AUs, more of this universe, or more of this Loki and his Soulmate Reader, please let me know in an ask or reblog/reply of this post to add you to the Taglist for my upcoming story, working title “Longing”.
Start From the Beginning… Part One
Previously On… Part Two
(Y/n) stood, arm-in-arm with Freyja, at the entrance to Asgard’s feasting hall. She wasn’t sure if her fears should be heightened or crushed by walking with Freyja. There was the advantage that Freyja unintentionally drew a great deal of attention. No eyes, save perhaps (Y/n)’s family, would be on her. The disadvantage was the obvious. How did anyone compare when walking next to the Goddess of Beauty herself.
“Relax.” What should have been a comforting word came out as an order from Freyja. “Your family is here, and you will only be sat beside them, Loki, and myself.
“I still have to get to the seat.” (Y/n) murmured to herself more than her companion.
Freyja rolled her eyes. “You think I would let you fall? You’re liable to take me down with you if you do, and I simply wouldn’t allow for that.”
“How reassuring.”
Freyja nodded to the guards, and the pair of men pushed the doors open for their entrance.
If you simply wanted to get a guy off as quickly as possible, all you need to do is lock your lips at the base of his cock and suction them up and down the bottom ¾ of his shaft at a quick, steady pace while pressing your flattened tongue against the underside of his dick. Make sure you are applying pressure with both your lips AND tongue.
Keeping your tongue engaged at all times is key. I try to keep mine moving at all times. This is how you get 90% of guys off. It helps me keep from gagging to hold his cock steady at the base and bring my lips down to meet my fingers. You can do this very slowly for a more intense feeling, but make sure you move at a steady rhythm. Some guys like it faster or slower; you may have to ask, or more likely, he’ll tell you.
This is your power move, the one that is actually going to bring him to orgasm. A true hooker blowjob needs only this one move; if scientists were to create a blowjob machine, this is what it would do. The other moves I’m going to teach you are artistic flourishes; you use them to add flair and style to your blowjob or to slow down the action a little.
SALIVA
Don’t be afraid to just slobber all over his love muscle. It should be as wet and sloppy as possible, especially during your power move. A good blowjob makes loud, gross suction-y noises. When I’m done, I’m usually covered in my own drool and leave a wet spot on the bed.
USING YOUR HANDS
If his dick is too big for you to take the whole thing in your mouth, you’ll need to use your hand too. Slobber all over his cock for awhile first so your hand will slide easily up and down instead of just catching on his dry skin. The most important hand move is the twister. When you slide your hand up his shaft, twist your wrist. A twisting motion gets you into a smoother rhythm than the straight up and down. Slide your hand up and down on the base of his cock in conjunction with your mouth moving up and down on the rest of it. The hard part is finding the correct grip: again you may want his guidance.
Another good trick is to wrap your hand around the top of his cock and put your mouth over your hand. Then slide your hand down the shaft and your mouth down on top of it in a fluid motion until your hand meets the base of his cock. It will feel like you’re sliding your mouth all the way down him even if you can’t. It’s times like these I wish I could draw; I’d make little diagrams.
THE BALLS
I usually start out by paying some attention to the balls. There are three basic ball moves: you can put them in your mouth and suck them (LIGHTLY), lick them with a flattened cow tongue, or tense your tongue into a point and run the tip of your tongue all over them. I alternate between all three. Sometimes I lift them up and lick underneath his balls.
Also, if you cup them while you are entering the home stretch, you’ll be able to tell he’s about to cum as they get higher and tighter.
THE HEAD
My next move is usually to give his shaft several long licks from base to tip. This is the ice cream cone move; it looks sexy, it’s a nice touch, but it’s not going to make anybody cum. While conducting the power move, I come up from time to time to give the head a little attention: sucking on it, moving my tongue in a circle around it, and flicking my tongue over that spot on the underside that all the sex websites tell you is el sensitivo. In my experience, guys don’t really go that wild over attention to that spot, but these are just flourishes anyway.
I tend to get a bit wrapped up in my work that I forget to make eye contact, so head action is a great time to look up at him with puppy dog eyes and his cock in your mouth.
FACE SLAPPING
I mentioned this in my tips to get him to cum faster, but at least once during the beej, I usually pop his dick out of my mouth and slap it against my tongue or face, then look at him while I rub his cock against my cheeks and lips. Guys are visual, this is just a little something dirty for him to look at.
DEEP THROAT
I can’t really teach you how to deep throat, that’s between you and your gag reflex. The important thing, I think, is to make an effort to take him in as deep as you can, even if it’s only for a few seconds. It’s hard to explain exactly how I do this: try concentrating on relaxing your throat and jaw. As I mentioned before, it helps me to steady his cock with my hand when I go deep, and breathing in instead of just holding your breath also helps abate that “gonna puke” feeling.
THE BIG FINALE
When you’re ready to finish him off, go into the power move and don’t vary your pace for anything. If you’re cupping his balls, you’ll often be able to tell when he’s about to cum as they tighten up. I speed up a little bit at the end, and when I feel him start to come I push my head down as deep as it will go and suck slowly and intensely at the base, letting his cum just shoot down my throat.
Summary: Beauty and the Beast AU in which Loki is forced to stay in his Jotun form until another human loves him. He becomes a caretaker for You due to be recently permanently blind.
Warnings: Cursing
A/N: This is idea of mine that has been swarming forever! I’m excited to finally write it. Also a disclaimer, if there’s any blind jokes, it’s simply because the character deals with it in such a way.
Pt. 1
Once upon a time…
There was a God. Not just any god, but the God of Mischief. Mischievous he was, even so landing him imprisoned upon trying to enslave all humanity on Earth. For he believed those of Earth to be below him and in desperate need of leadership.
The King and Queen of the land which he came from pondered upon his punishment. With the God being the adoptive son of the king and queen of Asgard, this made it far more painful for Queen Frigga to sentence her son. King Odin, not as worried or nurturing as his beloved wife, sentenced Loki to live among those on Earth. Using her magic, the queen stripped the God of his magic, as well as magic from his body, and cast him down to the realm that was charmed to forget his existence as a whole.
See, The God was born a Jotun Prince and frost giant that were feared by all people from Asgard, now that his magic was stripped he was left looking quite beastly as his fair skin now turned a dark shade of blue and his eyes blood red. The markings among his skin were exposed and the God was devastated. The queen worried for her youngest child, so she allowed him a few conditions. He was granted one spell of magic for any use while on earth that didn’t include his appearance to others…and if he could find a human to fall in love with him he would be granted entrance back into his kingdom. The only problem was…who could ever learn to love a beast?
This is a story of this God of mischief and his name is Loki.
Y/N currently sat in the living room after her 10th interview today. She was exhausted, yet determined to find someone willing to work. She delicately traced her fingertips on the spine of a book from the coffee table in front of them. Her father sighed softly, the sound of papers shuffling in his hands was heard before he set them back down. He shook his head and looked back at his daughter.
“Tell me dad, did any of them call back?” She questioned. Her sunglasses were placed on the bridge of her nose and her left hand began caressing her knee.
“I’m sorry sweetie…none of them have.” He placed his strong hand on her shoulder in comfort.
“Yeah, not many people are standing in line to live with an odd blind girl full time.” She chuckled lightly.
He father only shook his head and shook y/n’s shoulder gently, “My daughter odd? Never.” He returned the chuckle, “There’s still a few to go. It’s not over yet.”
Despite the lack of people in line, Y/N still wasn’t fond of those who were there. They found her schedule too much and her personality a tad over bearing, too forward. Even in her current state, she was strong and believed she could care for herself. Her father on the other hand, still worried for her. He would not allow her to move back out on her own unless she hired a caretaker to help her with her everyday deeds. Being wealthy, he had no issue with hiring someone for her. Y/N had just seen no use for it.
The doorbell had rang, making Y/N and Y/F/N (Your father’s name) look towards the door.
“That’s not the next interview is it?” She asked crossing one leg over the other.
“No, I made sure the rest come tomorrow.” He walked towards the door and it was David McClain and his son Lucas McClain. “David, I wasn’t expecting you.”
Instantly Y/N groaned and held up her fingers in the form of a gun to her head. “No, but I thought we could talk about the architecture ideas I’ve recently received. Lucas had also wanted to come along to bring something for Y/N.” Y/F/N simply nodded and stood aside for them to come inside.
“Let’s talk in my office.” Y/F/N suggested as David came over beside y/n and addressed her incredibly loud, “Miss y/n. How are you dear?” He placed a kiss on the back of her hand. It wasn’t until now that she realized how incredible chapped his lips were.
“I’m blind, not deaf dumbass”
“I’m doing great, thanks for asking.” She simply stated before he let go of her hand and followed her father into his luxurious office. Y/N waited the dreadful approach that Lucas was soon to give her. He was tall, about 6’2” and had broad shoulders due to working out, of course he never let anyone forget that’s how he got so built.
“Y/N,” he placed a kiss on her hand, “It’s great to see you, I brought you flowers.” He said placing the flowers in front of her.
She leaned forward and gently rubbed her thumb and index finger along one of the petals. “They smell good.” She commented.
“I haven’t seen you around in awhile.” Lucas chimed.
Y/N chuckled, “I got out of the hospital recently.” She pulled her sunglasses down to reveal the scar that ran straight from her eyebrow down to the top of her cheek on her left eye.
“I’m sorry I didn’t go see you. I was backpacking in Europe.” He bragged causing y/n to arch an eyebrow.
“Interesting.” She lied.
Eyeing the letter in front of him, Loki was incredibly irritated.
“In all the realms this one is the most unbelievable. This is madness.” He tosses the envelope onto the small wooden table. “2,500 dollars a month?!” He growled. He knew Odin had something to do with this. All these months no one even remembered him enough for him to even be charged rent, now all of a sudden he receives this notice. Being familiar with the job system where he resided, Loki already knew landing a job from home would be hard. He wasn’t exactly fond of human technology either. Without a choice, he needed to find income unless he wanted to be homeless soon.
Using the laptop that he had “purchased” recently, he began searching for jobs in which he could do from home.
“This is pathetic.” He scoffed. Minutes shifted to hours until it was finally the evening.
Loki sat back and threw the glass bowl upon the table on the ground causing it to shatter all over the floor. Why was this happening to him? He only did what others were too weak to pursue. After all his father once did the same. His father. Odin wasn’t a father to Loki, no wonder he came around being so angry, he began to think.
“This was your idea!” He shouted towards the ceiling, “Obviously my suffering hasn’t ended, the least you could do is show me what to do!” His chest heaved as his breathing got a bit heavier due to his frustration. The screen immediately switched to an e-mail address along with a letter of the requirements to an in home job. Well majority of it being inside, this was the closest he was getting. The pay rate was amazing. He did what he had to. Immediately, he began filling the application to the best of his ability.
Y/N cleared her throat and awkwardly tapped her shoe on the floor.
“And you said you had a blind dog?…” Y/N asked.
The woman who resided in her late thirties nodded and softly responded, “Yes, I loved little Gordan more than life itself. I guided him every where. He loved listening to the Reba episodes I watched. Sometimes I would sing them to him. Oh, my dear baby. But what’s the difference between a dog and a human. I’m sure I could handle both.” She smiled wide and shrugged her shoulders.
“Miss…Anderson was it?” Y/F/N asked and she nodded, “Thank you very much for coming. You’ll hear back from us if you’ve gotten the job.” He stood up to guide her out of the house.
“Take care dearie.”
“You as well.” Y/N replied calmly and contently. Upon hearing the door close and her father walk back she shook her head. “I won’t do it Dad. I can’t. I’m not becoming Gordan and listening to this woman sing Reba 24/7.”
“Y/N, There’s only one more applicant, but we can’t guarantee that this one will be any better than the other 40 who responded.”
Her father pleaded. Y/F/N adjusted his suit and sat back on the couch.
“You know what they say, 41 is the charm.”
“No one’s ever said that.”
“Yeah, me…just now. Come on dad are you listening to me?” Y/N chuckled. She always knew how to brighten up her father’s day despite the mood of it previously.
“One more y/n. If you don’t choose, you’re not moving out.” Y/N groaned and moved her head to the side.
That was when the door bell had rang once more. “That must be number 41.” Y/F/N spoke as he neared the door. Seeing the man’s back, he had a good feeling seeing as he was dressed in a suit. Upon opening the door the tall man in the black suit had turned around.
“Loki Laufeyson.” He held out a gloved hand to Y/F/N.
“….Y/F/N. Y/L/N.” He shook the man’s hand. Loki wore a surgical mask that covered the bottom half of his face, green eye contacts, and a foundation that matched his more human looking appearance, and matched it with black dark rimmed glasses to distract from the contacts. Despite having the foundation on, Loki’s Jotun markings were still bold on his face and slightly matched that of scaring.
Y/F/N was hesitant to let him in, but did so anyways. He was presented in front of y/n from across the glass coffee table. Y/N’s father uncomfortably shifted and adjusted his suit again. He cleared his throat and looked at the questions that he had come up with.
“Hi.” Y/N said looking ahead. She was dressed casually with black jeans, a light gray t shirt decorated with a small pocket on the right of her chest, and white converse. Her father often helped her when she asked the color of the clothing she wore due to hating the thought of being mismatched.
“Hello,” He walked over towards her and shook her hand softly, “I’m Loki Laufeyson, it’s nice to meet you.”
“Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you too.” She took her hand back and rubbed it along her thigh subtly. His hand had been so cold, perhaps from the A/C in a car?
He obviously had an accent. It sounded lovely. Y/N smiled, while her father was still astonished by his appearance. She couldn’t understand why her father was being so quiet when he was so chatty amongst the other applicants.
“Mr. Laufeyson…it says here that you have experience in this field?” Y/F/N questioned whilst looking at the page with Loki’s “information.”
He nodded, “Why yes, my father lost his eye…went blind from the right side. I often guided him around and helped him with…his duties.”
Her father had remained silent as he read over the paper. Y/N grew a tad bit impatient as her father was lagging. Majority of the questions were boring and didn’t interest y/n anyways, so she decided to spice it up.
“You’re not from here?” Y/N asked not looking directly at Loki.
In his smooth accent he responded, “No, I am not.”
“England? You sound British.” Loki pondered over this for a second. He looked up and over, “Something like that, yes.”
“Have you had roommates before?”
“No.”
“So I assume you’re not very disruptive?” Y/N rose an eyebrow.
“My time at home is mostly silent. I read most times so, not much commotion there.”
“Do you watch Reba reruns?” Y/N asked as her dad snapped her a look that she couldn’t see anyways.
“What’s Reba reruns?” Loki asked confused. Despite her random questions and his bullshit answers, he was beginning to think that maybe the job idea wasn’t so bad.
“Can you make tea?”
“Yes.”
“When can you start?” Y/N abruptly said with a smirk on her face that Loki returned. Her father sat uncomfortably with a very shocked and disturbed look upon his face.
A/N: I love angst and hurting my feels so here I am lOVING this idea. I also got a lil carried away oops. Hope you enjoooy. Feedback is always welcome. SO ARE REQUESTS - Jess
“I love you, Y/N”
Your heart practically stopped and the butterflies felt like birds making your stomach turn and tighten in the best way they could.
“Y/N?” You heard your boyfriend speak on the other side of the phone, snapping you out of your trance and making exhale after realising you’d been holding your breath. “You alright?”
You smiled to yourself and finally spoke up to the man you could hear worrying, “I just... I love you too.” You smiled wider after hearing a very audible sigh of relief on the other end. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?” He giggled and you held your breath, trying to keep yourself from jumping around and dancing to yourself before you said your goodbyes and hung up.
“TOM,” you run into the living room where a wide eyed Tom is staring at you with a bowl of popcorn in his lap.
Most people are surprised when they find out one of your best friends is some big celebrity man Tom Hiddleston, but to you he was just... Tom. Even used to be boyfriend Tom but neither of you ever mention it after it ended. He was focused on his career and the two of you decided it would be easier to stay friends. Now, he’s one of the closest friends you have.
You giggle and hop over to him making him giggle back at your clear excitement. “Something happen in the kitchen?” he continued to smile at you. You sigh dreamily and replace the popcorn bowl with your head before looking up at him, “Do you know what it’s like to be in love?”
His wide smile seemed to calm and he brushed your hair off your face before nodding, “I’d like to think I do.” The two of you smiled at each other in silence for a few moments before you spoke up, “Jared told me he loved me.” Tom’s brows furrowed slightly and his smile faltered as you sat up and leaned your head on his shoulder, hugging his arm.
“I love him too.” Tom’s body seemed to freeze and you looked up at him confused. He stood up and turned to you, his face scrunched up almost looking angry. “Are you okay,” you asked. He looked at you before shaking his head and chuckling, “Don’t you think you’re moving a little too fast?” Before you could ask what he meant he continued, “I mean, you’ve been dating how long? Plus, he seems a bit full of himself don’t you think?” You felt yourself start to get offended at Tom’s sudden outburst.
“What are you talking about?” You crossed your brows and stood up, “you barely know him.” Tom scoffed at you, “Y/N, you barely know him.” You raised your eyebrows, surprised for a moment before your face scrunched back into a scowl, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but he’s my boyfriend”
“You don’t love him, though!” He yelled sharply and your scowl dropped. He looked at you shortly before looking away and sighing, rubbing his face and sitting down. “You can’t love him.” You sat down and stared at him, confused, waiting for him to explain.
“I still love you, Y/N”
You felt your heart skip, similar to how you felt when you heard similar words from earlier. Except at the same time, it felt like your heart was being squeezed and your stomach dropped.
“Tom...” you started but he interrupted. “I do, Y/N, I still love you,” he said firmly, twinged with both hope and sadness at the same time. You looked at him and start to feel yourself getting angry. Angry and confused. Angry because he decides to realise this now that you’re moving on? Confused because you don’t know if you want to hit him or jump into his arms. Confused because 10 minutes ago he was just your friend Tom and now, he’s the man you used to love more than anything, the man you used to hug and kiss, the man who ripped your heart out to focus on his career.
“How dare you?” You stand up and he just looks up at you. “What do you think you’re doing, huh?” Your voice starts to crack as you feel your anger start to take over and Tom stands to try and calm you.
“Y/N, I just-“
“Just what,” you interrupted, “you think by telling me you still love me, you could maybe somehow get me back? Is that what you want?” You yell at Tom and move back, tears starting to form in your eyes as well as his.
“You know how long it took for me to forget about you?” Tears start to fall down your cheeks as you continued, “You broke my heart, Tom.” You saw the regret in his face when a tear fell down his own cheek and he whispered a low, “I’m sorry”
You wiped your face and tried to calm yourself before sitting down. “I love him, Tom,” you repeated quietly. He squeezed his eyes shut and more tears started to stream down his face before sitting down and setting his head in his hands. “Please,” you heard him whisper.
You sat in silence for what felt like forever, both of you staring at nothing, just collecting your thoughts.
“Do you really love him?” You heard Tom ask lowly, still staring at his coffee table, his hands clasped together at his lips. You sighed and said, “yes” his eyes shutting again.
“I need to get home,” you spoke tired from the yelling and Tom just nodded back to you. The both of you stood and he walked you to the door. You turned to look at him and he looked down, still tense. You wrapped your arms around his neck for a hug and sighed when his body relaxed and he wrapped his arms around your waist. You just closed your eyes as you felt the tears start to form again.
“I’ll always love you, Tom. You know that right?” His arms squeezed around you tighter before letting go completely. You looked at each other and he gave you a sad smile.
Can I have a one shot? Tom Hiddleston is in love with you, but you are madly in love with someone else, he tells you and you have to tell him you don't love him and you leave him heartbroken, make it like really angsty
A little late on replying to this but since I LOVE angst I just had to get back to it. I also got a lil carried away so now it’s 5000 CHARACTERS LONG oops. Anyway here’s your angst.
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