#dearmrhiddleston

It is great to see how well thou tag all the new entries so properly and use the ‘read more’ button. So many just don’t overthink their action. I see thou hast enjoy the movie, dear. I wilst watch it soon!

Love you too xx

[fancykraken]

that’s so kind of you to say, my king! <3 I enjoyed the movie very much and I hope you will as well when you see it!

[anglophile1977]

#thankstorrilla

As a thank you for all the lovely photos, interviews and information she’s provided for years, I’m trying to organize a #thankstorrilla hashtag on twitter (I’m hearttorn on there) and get enough attention to (hopefully) get Tom to tweet a thanks himself. Who’s with me? Please forward to anyone else who has enjoyed the fruits of her labors, or is just a fellow Hiddlestoner. Thanks!

[weirdgrimtales]

Sometimes when I have a really bad day I just look in the mirror and say "New Zealand" to remind myself that in two months I will be on a plane to see some of my favorite people on the planet. I also go through my messages and look at some lovely things dearmrhiddleston sent me in the past that are still in my inbox. HAPPY THOUGHTS. I must not dwell on the bad. I must let it glide through me. And also I will have many hugs waiting for me.

[theasgardianbeautyandthebea-blog]

ATTENTION

GUYS, does anyone know anything about the Dear-Mr-Hiddleston mun!? I know she had more blogs but most of what I've checked through so far she stopped posting around the same time. and its been since may at least since she's posted anything...please. If anyone knows anything let me know!

[xavir-blog]

Happy Birthday! Wishing you Love and Light and lots of Laughter. x

awww hun what a sweet message thank you /squishes you

[notgoodenoughforodin-archiv-blog]

It has been 6 years since you left me... (Tomki; feels)

Loki's been dead for years, on the anniversary of his death, Thomas goes to visit his grave. Here's what happens;

Surreal. That’s what this felt like. How many times had he attempted to come here? Dozens. Only to break down in his car on the long, black paved road that wound in and out of the cemetery. He was never quite prepared, he wouldn’t ever be prepared to see..that. A lot of people thought he was being ridiculous, not being able to face reality, to have it smack him in the face the way it would. Over the years, how long had it been? 5? 6 years now? This was the farthest he’d come to actually stepping anywhere near the marble headstone. Thomas had grown older now, two years shy of 40 years old, time, tears, stress all had worn his usually ageless features into weathered ones. Lines became more obvious, the light in his eyes had dimmed, stars had burned out in the sea of blue and foamy green orbs a long, long time ago. A heavy swallow, he looked down at his leather shoes, the toes barely touched the line that the concrete created against the green grass. Such a contrast, such irony as well, such lively colors decorated the cemetery for those whom were dead. A tear fell from long eyelashes, dripping immediately upon the toe of his shoe, a droplet, singular, it wouldn’t be alone for very long. 

It was strange, he always pictured how he’d say goodbye to the God, how that would play out in his head because it was inevitable. The goodbye was always something he knew was going to be the constant. Thomas just figured...it would himself that would be dying and not Loki. The tightness in his chest only got worse, it looked like it was raining on his shoes now, only on his shoes. His vision was blurred as he shakily shifted one of his feet to cross the threshold from pavement to grass, feeling each blade crunch under the weight of him. He pulled his foot back to the ground, as if he’d been burned before looked up, the tears streamed down his face as he made eye contact with the actual stone from where he stood. He could see the perfectly polished black marble headstone, the words LOKI carved across the front. There was nothing else on it, no one else knew what to put. Thomas had toyed with the idea of putting something else but he knew it would make no difference, it would still be Loki’s headstone, Loki would still be dead and Thomas would continue to wish it was him instead. “I can’t do this.” he spoke, his voice cracking hard, as if it hadn’t been used in months. 

He still lived in London. Still in their flat. He refused to move on, move away, start again. His heart was here, with the God and he hated himself for leaving when he did. He didn’t leave Loki, he left home, for a movie. He felt so stupid for leaving him at home, he wanted to take Loki with him so bad but...how would that be? Traveling with a God he himself played? That wasn’t something a lot would agree with. Or accept. Or believe. He should have done it anyway, taken Loki with him regardless of what people thought, saw, believed, accepted. His love was his life and now his love was dead so what did that make him? A shell. An empty container walking about the earth without anything remotely working inside. “Its not right!” he yelled, fingers curling into fists as he did so, he was angry, it was him that was suppose to be dying, dead, mortal. How dare Loki leave him! Leave him all alone... “its not right..” he swallowed, looking around the area to see no one else. Thomas turned to look again at the stone, reaching up with his hands to wipe at his face, taking a breath in and steeling himself to begin walking towards the stone. He refused to heed the warning of the grass crunching under his shoes, he didn’t care, he wasn’t leaving here without doing this and dammit he was doing it. 

It took the Brit no time at all fall down to his knees in front of the dark colored obelisk, a pale shaking hand came out to trace along the letters. L. O. K. I. Ocean colored eyes followed his digit along them, tears still falling from his eyes as he did so, he felt helpless, lost, alone, scared...he didn’t want to be here, he didn’t want this to be real, he didn’t want to do this. “L-Loki..” he whispered softly, sniffling, “I..I miss you..” he swallowed, leaning his forehead to the cold, hard stone. Strangely, the temperature soothed him a bit, recalling how the others skin was a bit colder than his own, always was, always had been, that was a comfort to him. He missed that. Comfort. The contrast. Loki. He missed Loki. His palm flattened to the stone, “I sh-should have taken you with me..” he whispered, his eyes had closed now, he felt like if he just stayed there like that...he could just pretend that Loki was there, that his forehead was pressed to the Gods back and he was just..talking to him. More tears leaked from his eyes, he knew his imagination would put him there, that close to Loki again because it was the only way he could sooth himself but god did it hurt. To know he couldn’t open his eyes to look into emerald orbs, to know he couldn’t kiss those lips, hold his hand... “I shouldn’t have left..” he sobbed, fingers curling into the hard surface, his heart hurt quite literally right now. Each beat was just pushing pain through him, he couldn’t breathe, this was killing him. “Come back home..” he whimpered, his legs curled up closer to him as he found himself losing the battle, he couldn’t do this anymore. He wanted Loki back, needed him back, he could barely sleep and he couldn’t eat, he couldn’t work, he couldn’t even get out of bed most mornings..He couldn’t. 

Thomas sat up away from the stone to quickly push his hand into the jacket he was wearing, pulling out a small velvet pouch, draw string closure. He fiddled with it for a moment before pulling it open, pouring the contents into his hand. He gazed down upon the silver band, fingers pinched it so he could pick it up, showing it to the headstone, “You need to come back home so I can make you mine for the rest of my life.” he spoke, he’d been waiting years, hoping, praying, cursing whatever was up there and down to give him his God back. It was useless he knew, the begging, pleading, praying...He would remain waiting, he’d probably die waiting, but he wouldn’t stop waiting for Loki to come home. 

When Thomas went home later on he had grass stains on his clothes, he’d laid down, silently talking to the ground as if the other could hear him that way. He had honestly no clue if Loki was there, in Asgard, or wherever else he may have ended up but Thomas was here, on Midgard, forever bound to earth. He’d stripped himself of his suit, tossing it to the hamper before putting in something to watch, naturally his hundreds of DVDs went to waste over the years for he’d only watched select few. The ones he was in. The ones Loki was in. Why? Because that face wasn’t his own, it was Lokis. Those eyes? Not his, Loki’s. That cold, slightly demeaning voice that resounded in his home? Loki’s. He’d fall asleep curled on his sofa, barely able to keep tears away from his eyes as he watched Loki on the screen, it was his only connection now and he clung to it like his life depended on it. 

Because...it did. 

[[ HERE'S YOUR FEELS ]]

[theasgardianbeautyandthebea-blog]

Til Death Do Us Part (Thunderpudding(THUNDAPUDDIN))

Thor was lying on her belly on the couch in Tom's apartment, eyes fixated on the door, pink lips pushed out in a pout. Oh, how she hated waiting. She always felt this way, annoyed and impatient, whenever Tom was out a little later for work. He was usually here before she. She flopped over and stared at the ceiling, mindlessly petting the head of one of the dogs that nuzzles it's head into her hand. Thor looked over and grinned as she heard the familiar sound of the lock gears clicking as Thomas unlocked it, "Tooom~~" she said happily,throwing her legs off the couch and hurrying over to him with a small skip in her step wrapping her thin, yet strong, arms around his neck, "oh, how I missed you" kissing him happily.

[imageofloki]

YOU’RE IT! RULES ARE: COPY THIS MESSAGE TO 10 OTHER BEAUTIFUL BLOGS WHO YOU THINK DESERVE THIS MESSAGE! KEEP THE GAME GOING AND MAKE EVERYONE FEEL BEAUTIFUL <3

//*Hides* I am not worthy.