Currently I only write for Loki, if that changes I will update the lists. Nearly all of these contain a mixture of angst and fluff. No smut. Most have a gender neutral reader.
- My AO3 -
Love is an Imaginary Dagger
Coming Soon
One shots:
Just Hold Me
Lokitty
Loki's Playlists:
Loki's Playlist #1
Loki's Playlist #2: Love Songs
Loki's Playlist #3: "I Guess I'm In Love." A Loki Musical
Loki's Playlist #4: An Apple Cider Kind of Day
Loki's Playlist #5: coming soon
Sour Album Inspired Story:
1 Step Forward, 3 Steps Back (part1)
Jealousy, jealousy (part 2) : coming soon
Faerie Tale Retellings:
Beauty and the Beast: coming soon
Headcannons/Imagines/Incorrect Quotes:
Glorious Purpose Poise
How Loki Inspired Christmas
Loki's Childhood
Incorrect Quote: A god, little g
Jotunnary 2022
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A big thank you to @justseewherethisgoes for helping me with this one 🥰 Go read her stuff!
You woke up around 2am with a splitting headache and plenty of shame to match. You looked over at Tom who was fast asleep next to you. He looked as perfect as ever and all you could think about was how much you didn’t deserve him. You took the aspirin on your bedside table and chugged the glass of water beside it. Wanting to make sure to rehydrate, you got up to get some more water. When you got back to bed you noticed you had a text from Chelsea.
“Everything alright?” Tom mumbled sleepily. You put your phone down and settled back in under the covers.
“I’m good, baby. Go back to sleep.” you told him, stroking his hair.
He pulled you close to him, your back to his chest. “Who is texting you at this hour? Is it that chaperone you fucked yesterday?”
You giggled at the memory. “Actually it was Chelsea. We talked and we’re good now.”
“I knew she wouldn’t be able to stay mad at you long. How are you feeling?” he asked as he rubbed your upper arm affectionately.
“I have a horrible headache, but a few more hours of sleep should be enough for me to function at work tomorrow,” you sighed.
“Get some rest, darling,” he said, snuggling closer to you.
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The next day at work you were sluggish, but also relieved that you and Chelsea had worked it out. When the children were asleep for nap, you checked your phone and saw that Tom had texted you.
You felt your heart rate rise as you tucked your phone away. You didn’t know if you were more anxious or angry in that moment. Chelsea finding out about your relationship was one thing, but you had no idea how Emma would react if she found out that her daughter’s teacher was dating her brother. You were fretting about it the rest of the afternoon, and when Emma picked up Annalise you did your best to pretend you were fine, hoping she couldn’t see through you like she could Tom.
After work, you went home to let your dogs out, and feed them. You looked in your kitchen for your own dinner, but you were too anxious to eat, so instead you took the dogs for a walk before dropping them back off at home and heading to Tom’s.
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As soon as Tom opened the door, you momentarily forgot why you were upset. He looked so handsome in his jeans and black sweater with the sleeves rolled up. His bright blue eyes were filled with concern, his eyebrows scrunched together, one slightly higher than the other. Then you remembered your conversation from earlier.
“Hey, thanks for coming over,” he said in a timid voice, as he gestured for you to come in. “How are you?”
“Not great, to be honest,” you replied with a sigh, walking past him into the foyer. “Thought I was going to have a panic attack when Emma picked up today. I hope she couldn’t tell.”
“Even if she could, how could she know what it was about?” He tried to reassure you, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you into a tight hug.
“I mean, if you were acting weird last night and you told her you are seeing someone, and then she finds me acting weird the next day, she might put two and two together,” you said as you pushed back to look at him.
“Y/N, you make it sound as if Emma’s my wife and you’re my mistress,” he said, laughing at the ridiculous idea.
You pushed him completely away this time. “Tom, do you not get the gravity of this situation?”
“I do, but—“ he started but you cut him off.
“If parents, or the other teachers, or my boss ever finds out about us, not only will I lose my job, but I will never be able to teach again, because no one is going to hire the slut who sleeps with the families of students!” You were practically yelling by the time you finished your sentence, tears flooding your eyes.
Tom’s face fell and his eyes became dark as he looked at you. “Don’t you ever call yourself that again,” he said in a more commanding tone than you’d ever heard from him before. It completely caught you off guard and you felt your temperature rise in more ways than one.
“Don’t you dare tell me what to do,” you spat back at him. “All I had to do was keep it in my fucking pants, and I couldn’t even do that! I’m a fucking slut and you know it!” You pushed him again as tears streamed down your face.
“Y/N, that’s enough,” he yelled. You froze and looked at him with wide eyes. He stepped toward you again and took your face in his hands. When he spoke again his voice was much softer. “This is just your anxiety and insecurities talking, but I need you to listen to me, not them. Do you understand?” You nodded your head as more tears fell. He wiped them away with his thumbs. “Emma does not know it’s you that I’m dating. If she did, then she would have said something already. That being said, I will make sure to throw her off the scent, okay? You mean too much to me to let this eat away at you like this.”
“Thank you,” you managed to choke out as you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his chest. His hands moved to your back, rubbing it gently.
“Of course, my sweet girl,” he whispered and kissed the top of your head. You stayed like that for a few minutes as your tears subsided. It wasn’t until then that you realized how tired you were.
“Fuck, I’m exhausted,” you said as you rubbed your puffy eyes. “I should go home and get some sleep.”
“Why don’t you sleep here?” he suggested.
“Because I left the dogs at home, and I think they’re starting to think I’ll abandon them for you.”
“Well, we can’t have that, now can we? Just text me when you get home so I know you’ve made it home safely.”
“I will,” you told him, before kissing him softly and bidding him goodbye.
2. This chapter is, like the title, a bit of an angsty mess
Out of the corner of your eye you saw Tom’s head perk up a bit, but he didn’t look over at you and Chelsea.
“I swear I was going to tell you after work today,” you whispered.
“I’m sure you were,” she hissed and stormed off to the opposite side of the group. Your face was burning and your eyes welled up with tears. You blinked them away as best you could and tried to focus on the kids and the otters.
When the class left the aquarium to go back to the center, you avoided both Tom and Chelsea almost entirely. Once back at the center, the chaperones left with their children, Tom and Anna being the last to leave. He wanted to stay with you, but he didn’t want it to look suspicious, and you hadn’t even looked at him once since Chelsea had confronted you. He decided he would text you later, but give you your space for now.
You were able to just barely hold yourself together until you got in your car to go home. You caught a glimpse of your fat lip in the rear view mirror; a sight that, under different circumstances would have made you giggle, but instead prompted you to burst into tears from the guilt of what you had done. Chelsea was your best friend and you kept something so important from her. When you got home you texted her.
Fuck. You had no idea how to fix this. At the same time, you couldn’t help but feel a little angry with Chelsea too. She knew the gravity of the situation better than anyone, so why couldn’t she understand why you felt the need to hide it? Of course then you felt even more guilty about being mad. Your brain was spiraling and you didn’t know what to do. Your phone buzzed again and your heart raced thinking it was Chelsea again. It was Tom.
You didn’t fully understand why you told him not to come over tonight. You wanted so bad to be with him, for him to just hold you and tell you everything was going to be alright. Perhaps you were punishing yourself for what you’d done to Chelsea, believing you didn’t deserve his comfort. Another possibility was the knowledge that your secret relationship with him was what started this, and you felt you needed to take a step back from it for a night to clear your head and focus on how to make things right with your friend.
You decided to have a glass of wine to quell some of your anxiety before attempting once again to apologize to Chelsea.
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Tom sighed as he put his phone in his pocket. Him and Anna were now sitting on Emma’s couch watching Finding Nemo while they waited for Emma and Jack to get home, not that he was paying any attention to the film. He couldn’t help but feel partly responsible for what happened between you and Chelsea, but he had no idea how to help. He only hoped that you truly just needed a night to yourself and that you weren’t pulling away from him. Of course, this was going to make tonight even harder. There was acting, and then there was lying to his sister, a completely different ball game, especially now that he could really use her advice.
“There’s my munchkin!” Emma said as she walked through the front door.
Anna immediately ran into her arms shouting “Mommy!” and Tom got up to hug his sister.
“How was the aquarium?” Emma asked her daughter.
“Good! Mommy, can I get a fish?” Anna asked her mother excitedly.
Emma laughed. “We shall see, my sweet.” She looked at Tom. “And did Uncle Tom have fun?”
“It was an adventure, to say the least,” he replied, thinking over the day's events.
“Well, thank you again for filling in for me. I owe you one.”
Jack came home shortly after and started cooking, while Tom and Emma caught up over a glass of wine.
“Am I keeping you from something?” Emma asked him all of a sudden, lightly kicking him in the shin.
“What?” Tom said absentmindedly. It was then that he realized he had been checking his phone a little too often. “Oh, er, no. Sorry, Em,” he apologized, tucking his phone away.
He tried his best to focus on his family throughout dinner and dessert, but he was worried about you, knowing you were likely spending the evening overthinking and beating yourself up over what happened. He wanted to text you again, make sure you were alright, but you had said you needed to be alone and he would respect that. The most he could do was keep his phone close in case you changed your mind.
After Annalise went to bed, Tom decided to head home, hoping he’d be able to sleep and perhaps see you the next day. Once he arrived home he checked his phone once again, but instead of seeing a text from you, he was puzzled to see that it was Emma, and wondered if he had forgotten something at her place.
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After your first glass of wine, you found that you still didn’t have the courage to try and talk to Chelsea again, so you poured yourself another glass. However, you found yourself repeating this same thought process twice more, until you found your bravery at the bottom of your fourth glass of wine.
You tossed your phone aside in frustration. “Fuck it,” you told yourself, and you proceeded to turn up your music and have another glass of wine.
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Shortly after his conversation with Emma, Tom received yet another message. His heart leaped at the hope that it was you, but was again disappointed, seeing it was from a number he didn’t recognize.
He immediately grabbed his coat and left for your house. When he arrived, he knocked on your front door and waited anxiously. There was music blaring inside, and he wondered if you would have even heard his knock had your dogs not started barking. When the door opened you looked at him with hazy confusion, and he at you with concern.
“What’s wrong? I told you you didn’t have to come over,” you slurred your words as you braced yourself by grabbing his shoulders. “Not that I’m complaining about seeing that beautiful fucking face,” you added, leaning into him. He smelled the wine on your breath.
“Chelsea actually texted me and told me I should check on you, and I’m glad she did,” he told you in a serious tone, his brow furrowed.
“That’s weird, ‘cause she’s being kind of bitchy about this whole thing,” you said quietly as if she might hear you, and scrunched your face. “But I’m fine!” you suddenly yelled enthusiastically. “Can’t a girl blow off some steam with a drink once in a while?” You leaned back where you stood, causing you to lose your balance and stumble backwards. Tom caught you by grabbing your waist. “Look at those reflexes! You want some wine?” You tried to turn around to go get the bottle you’d been drinking out of, but Tom stopped you.
“How about, instead, we get some water and head to bed,” he suggested.
“Oh I like your thinking,” you said with an over exaggerated wink. You kissed him and sloppily shoved your tongue in his mouth. He broke away and looked down at you affectionately.
“My darling, I am afraid you are in no state for that tonight.”
You frowned. “You’re no fun,” you told him. Tom couldn’t help but think how adorable you were, drunkenly pouting, but suddenly you lurched forward and clapped your hands over your mouth, your eyes wide. You pushed Tom out of the way and ran to the bathroom, just in time to heave violently into the toilet. He followed you into the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the tub next to you, holding your hair out of your face. “I’m so sorry, Tom,” you sobbed in between bouts of heaving.
“Don’t apologize, love,” he said in a soothing voice. “Just get it all out and then we’ll clean you up and go to bed.” When your stomach was completely empty, you leaned against his long legs, crying while he stroked your hair. When you were able to collect yourself, you brushed your teeth, while Tom got you a glass of water and some aspirin for your bedside table. You both then undressed and got into bed. He wrapped you up in his arms. You hid your face in his chest. You were so embarrassed about how much of a mess you were that you couldn’t even look him in the eye.
“Thank you for coming over,” you whimpered quietly. “I really am sorry you had to see me like this.” More tears fell down your face.
“You need to stop being so hard on yourself, princess,” he whispered as he lightly stroked your back. “Try and get some sleep.” And before you knew it, you were passed out in his arms.
May you write 1,500 words with ease. May your characters be lively and not cardboard. May you need little editing. May your muse visit you as soon as you sit. May the Internet not distract you much. May your phone lie dormant while you write.
