So I've spent several hours of the last few days working though @plumfondler @nuggsmum and @angryschnauzer 's backlog of fic and now need to explain to my partner why I was too distracted to make my dinner or put the washing on.
Somehow I feel like 'I was thinking about Henry Cavill's dick' won't quite cut it...
Can you really just be bed buddies with someone you love? Olive and her neighbor are about to find out.
Tom Hiddleston x OFC Olive
This is based on an imagine that I came across from @painfullythickimagines and you know how my mind wanders…… Anyways, she was so gracious to let me steal her brain-bunny. Thanks, Doll!
Here is a link to it
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Chapter One ~ Chapter Two ~ Chapter Three ~ Chapter Four ~ Chapter Five ~ Chapter Six ~ Chapter Seven
Paige thought she knew what she was doing when she moved to a small town in the middle of nowhere for a teaching job. It’s great... She loved the kids, and her new home, even most of the townspeople. Her new neighbor on the other hand...
Loki x OFC Paige
Warnings: Language
(Chapter One ~ Chapter Two ~ Chapter Three ~ Chapter Four ~ Chapter Five ~ Chapter Six ~Chapter Seven ~Chapter Eight ~ Chapter Nine ~Chapter Ten ~ Chapter Eleven ~Chapter Twelve ~ Chapter Thirteen ~ Chapter Fourteen ~ Chapter Fifteen)
Heimdall nodded and turned, walking towards his platform in the middle of the room.
“But I will not allow you to go alone, Paige.” He said, turning to look at me. I huffed.
“They didn’t believe me! There is no way Loki will allow me to go. Who’s going to go with me, you?" I asked sarcastically.
"I must stay and guard the Bifrost.” Heimdall said.
“Loki is going to be so pissed when he finds out that I even considered it! Anyone in their right mind would refuse to go with me anyways.” I rolled my eyes in exasperation.
“Loki doesn’t have to know.” Came a voice from behind me. I looked at Heimdall, who actually smirked at me. I turned around to find Thor, Eira, and Odin standing behind me.
“You are the most predictable woman I’ve ever met.” Thor chuckled, handing me a long, fur cape. Eira was carrying a large bag and pulled a pair of fur-lined boots out of it and helped me put them on.
“But Loki…?” I asked, looking at the three of them.
“He is back to his books. If we can manage to get safely in and out of there in the next few hours, he needn’t know about it until after it is done.” Odin said, motioning for Heimdall to come join us.
“Oh. After. Do I have to tell him at all? I was just thinking it could be a surprise that I just never die like I should.” I said weakly. Thor patted me gently on the back.
“Be brave, sister! I know that you have the blood of a warrior in there…. Somewhere!” He chuckled.
“Heimdall, the book tells of a place, at the summit of a mountain. There is a natural spring that empties into a pool. Do you see such a place?” Odin asked him. Heimdall nodded.
“I have seen it before. The story is true. I will place you as far up the mountain as I can. Follow the path, and you will come to the hermit’s cave. He is a Jotun, but from what I’ve seen, he is friendly, for a hermit. He will show you the way.” He said, once again moving to his platform.
“Heimdall! Why didn’t you tell me before if you knew of the legend!” I cried, a little put out.
“Frigga would have been upset with me if I told you and you never found her book collection. I wouldn’t have liked to meet her in Valhalla after that.” Heimdall smiled. I shook my head in awe at the man. He knew about Frigga’s smut collection. The man was an enigma.
After quickly discussing the logistics of how we would travel, it was decided it would be best if Thor held me to help protect the baby. We all stood at the edge of the platform and Heimdall thrust his sword into the mechanism. We were pulled forward, but it wasn’t that bad, as Thor cushioned the movement for me. We hurtled through space towards Jotunheim, and I was nervous, but I knew in my heart that this was the right thing to do. I would bind my soul to Loki’s and I could finally have my husband back. Not that I had really had him since he had been my husband.
We broke through the clouds covering Jotunheim, and I felt the cold creep through my cloak. We landed, Thor holding me tight to reduce the impact on the baby. We took in the desolate landscape. Rocks. Frozen trees. More rocks. The place was depressing. Thor and Odin looked around, their swords drawn. It was quiet, except for the wind. Eira huddled closer to me, looking wary as she pulled out a small knife. As I looked at these people, who were willing to do such a crazy, stupid, insane thing, for me and for Loki, my heart felt full and I started to cry.
“My lady, what is the matter? Are you hurt?” Eira asked, her voice sounding far away, as if the wind took it on its way by.
“Nothing!” I sobbed. “I just. Oh my God. Why the fuck am I crying right now? Ugh. I’m sorry. I just really appreciate what you guys are doing for Loki, and me. And the baby. It’s just. It means so much.” I wiped my eyes on the cloak. All three of them looked at me like I was crazy, but they smiled at me with love anyways. These people were my family. I took a deep breath.
“Ok. I’m good. Let’s get this over with, shall we?” I said, squaring my shoulders and heading towards the path that lead up the mountain. Thor was out in front of me, Odin and Eira flanking me. We walked for what seemed like hours to my poor, swollen feet, but probably was only an hour. The incline became worse and the trail more narrow, so that Odin and Eira had to walk behind me. We stopped when we had reached a clearing that was directly in front of a cave.
“Hermit! Hermit! Show yourself!” Thor demanded. We heard noise coming from the cave, and eventually an old Jotun man came out. He was stooped and his gnarled hand rested on a makeshift cane made from a small log. He was still massive, even though he was quite infirm. His skin was not the same brilliant shade of blue Loki’s had been, it was much more muted. Dull. He looked at us with rheumy eyes.
“Who are you? What business have you here? I am just an old man, leave me be.” He said, his voice like gravel. He turned to go back into his cave, and Thor started forward. I grabbed his arm, stopping him.
“Please, sir, we wish you no harm. We have come seeking the spring. Can you help me?” I asked him, moving forward, even though Odin grabbed my cloak. I shrugged out of it and continued forward, until I was directly in front of the hermit.
“Please, call me Birger. You seek the spring? I am sorry, my dear. It will not help you. He is Asgardian.” He threw Thor a look. "It will only work if you wish to bind to a Jotun. Ahhh. But what is this?“ He asked, leaning down, his curved spine creaking with the effort.
"You are with child. May I?” He didn’t wait for me answer, but reached out and placed his ancient hand on my stomach. The dull skin began to brighten, the color becoming darker.
“My child, I am a bit confused. You carry a Jotun. Who is it you wish to bind yourself to?” His cloudy eyes flicked up to my face, searching.
“My husband. Loki Laufeyson. Perhaps you have heard of him?” I asked, a small smile coming to my lips at his little gasp of recognition at the name. He smiled at me. “Forgive my rudeness. I am Paige Laufeyson. This is my husband’s father and brother and my maid. My husband is currently scouring every book in our kingdom, trying to find a way that will extend my mortal life to the same length as his. I read about the spring. I wish to try it, I have no other option, I believe.”
“It has been many years since anyone has come to test their fate at the spring. I feel like it has been centuries. Perhaps it has been. Come, sit with me. I am old and have no company here.” He said, taking my hand and leading me back to the cave. Thor made as if to stop him, I put my hand up to tell him no. They followed me.
We all sat around the fire that he had in the middle of the big room the cave consisted of. There was a hole in the roof of the cave, and the smoke curled its way out. He had a large iron pot hanging over the side of the fire. Eira reached into her bag and produced several loaves of bread. She handed them to Odin, who presented them to Birger. His face lit up.
“Ah! Bread! It has been so long since I have had bread!” He took a large bite from one of the loaves, moaning in ecstasy. “So, why do you feel that this is your only option?” He asked me, mouth full of bread.
I thought about his question, examining my own motives for doing this. I smiled at the old man.
“Well, several reasons. First, I am worried that as a mortal, I will not survive the impending birth of my child. I fear he is too big for me. Being bound to my husband’s immortal soul would help with that, I think. Second, I'm scared that if I don't find the answer to what my husband seeks, he will spend the rest of my mortal life searching and waste what time we would have together. Third, I am worried what would happen to him if either I die during child birth, or live what would be a normal life span for a human. Either way, I will be leaving him alone, and I think that is what he fears most. Fourth, I am, at heart, a greedy woman, I wish to spend eternity with the man I love, and hopefully our many children.” I gave a small laugh at the end of my little speech.
Birger clapped his hands and laughed. “Greedy woman, indeed! I like you, Paige Laufeyson. You have spirit. Do you know the legend of the spring? What will happen if the love on either side is not true?” I nodded. “Very well. The thing is, if the woman’s intent isn’t true, she can’t even get into the water. But most people don’t even realize that. If you continue up the path, you will come to the spring. You must bathe in it for a full hour. Once you are done, you must swim to the far side and drink directly from the spring. When that is accomplished, all will be done.”
“Thank you, Birger. I really appreciate your help.” I said, standing to leave. He stood with me and took my hand in his, squeezing it.
“I wish you well, my dear. If ever you find yourself in the neighborhood, please come visit. I would like to see your children someday!” He chuckled.
“Perhaps we will stop by.” I said, squeezing his hand back. Eira handed him more bread as we were leaving.
“You handled that very well!” Thor said, a look of confusion on his face.
“Sometimes, my dear brother, you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.” I said, continuing up the path.
When we reached the summit, we saw the pool. It wasn’t very large, about the size of an average swimming pool. Thor and Odin took off around the perimeter, scouting and making sure it as safe.
“Oh my god! How can I bathe in it if it’s fucking frozen?” I cried. The water was solid. I felt my heart drop, looking at the ice. I gasped. “Does this mean my intent isn’t true? Because I can’t even get to the water! This can’t be right!” I muttered, looking at the pool. I walked over the edge and kicked one of my boots off. I stepped on the ice, but when my foot touched it, the pool turned to water.
“Perhaps that is was he meant? If a woman’s intentions aren’t true, she will see the ice and not even try?” Eira ventured.
“I’m not sure, but this is going to be fucking cold.” I said as I began stripping off my clothes. Odin and Thor had finished their sweep of the area and each took guard at the opposite sides of the path, facing away from the pool. Eira helped me undress and walked with me to the edge of the pool.
“Remember, whatever happens, do not come in, or allow them to come in after me. If I die, then so would you. But it will be fine, so don’t worry!” I chuckled at the look of panic on her face. Then I turned and walked into the water, not stopping until I was immersed up to my neck. I felt sharp, stabbing pains, all over my body. I gasped and fell under the water, my legs giving out. It felt like someone was sticking tiny needles all over me. I thought this was it. Loki didn’t really love me like he claimed. Then I noticed that the pain was lessening, and I was still very much alive. I regained my footing and pushed myself up to the surface of the water.
Gasping for air, I broke the surface. I looked over to see both Thor and Odin had approached the shore and were being persuaded not to go in by Eira.
“I’m fine! I’m alright! Its just really fucking cold!” I shouted from the middle of the pool. Thor stared at me, then laughed. Odin shook his head, wandering back to his post by the trail.
I started to swim around, feeling that keeping moving would help me not to freeze to death, maybe. It actually felt nice after a while, once my body got used to the stinging cold. The water helped take the pressure off my body from the weight of the baby and my hips and back were thanking me. Eira was keeping time for me, trying to talk to me to keep my mind of the cold. She told me stories about when Loki was young.
“He was a trouble maker, there is no question. But he loved his mother. He would have done anything for her. I believe she was the only one he truly felt bad about disappointing when everything happened. It crushed him that she died when he was imprisoned. He wasn’t allowed to attend her funeral.” She said quietly, looking over at Odin and Thor. “But things have changed, now that you are here. They are all trying to be a family. Frigga would be so proud of them. She would have loved you, and your sass.” She said fondly. “Another five minutes, my lady. Then you drink and we can return to Asgard!”
I swam another lap around the small pool, when I noticed that I was having pains in my abdomen. I closed my eyes, praying that it wasn’t what I thought it was. It was too early. Well, actually, we weren’t sure when the baby was due, it being both Jotun and human. Their gestation periods were different. But both were longer than 8 months.
“Ah, how much longer, Eira?” I panted, treading water, trying breath through the pain. It finally stopped. I mentally noted how long the contraction was, and began counting, waiting for the next one.
“One minute, my lady.” She said, getting the blanket she had brought as a towel ready for me. She laid out my clothes and boots, putting the cloak on a large rock.
“Is it time? Ahhhh.” I let out a whooshing breath, and I grit my teeth against the contraction. This was not good. Not good at all.
“Now, my lady.” She said, narrowing her eyes at me. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. Just get those two ready. As soon as I’m decent, we need to call Heimdall or however the hell it works. Just make sure we can leave quickly.” I panted as I swam across the pool to the little waterfall. I swam below it and just opened my mouth, catching the water in my moth and swallowing. I did this six times, just to make sure I got enough.
I began swimming back to the shore, when another contraction hit me. This one stronger than the last. I wasn’t able to stay above water, I couldn’t keep swimming when it hit. I sank down into the water, holding my breath, trying to hold out. Finally, they contraction subsided and I pushed myself up. I managed to make it to the shore before another contraction hit. I fell into Eira’s arms, crying out as the pain ripped through me. I tried breathing, but I felt as though someone was sitting on my chest. I vaguely felt the cloak being wrapped around me and heard Odin call out to Heimdall.
Thor wrapped his arms around me just as the pull came and threw us into space. While we were traveling I had several more contractions, each worse than the last. I knew that the baby was coming and there was nothing anyone could do to delay it. We landed at the Rainbow bridge and Thor used his hammer to actually fly himself and I back to the palace. It was quicker this way I heard Odin say. Once we were there I was rushed to the room that had been designated for delivery.
Loki was sitting in the library, pouring over yet another archaic scroll. This one was going on about ways to help your livestock live longer. He tilted his head, considering the idea. Then he sat back in his chair, rubbing his hand over his face. He had been at this too long. He was just standing up, when a breathless Thor burst into the room.
“Loki, quick. Paige. The baby.” He puffed, motioning quickly for Loki to come. Loki didn’t need any encouragement, he was already out the door. The brothers ran across the palace to the delivery room to be met by Odin at the door.
“Is she in there? Is she alright? What happened?” Loki demanded, trying to move around his father. Odin put his hand up to stop him, and Thor put his hand on Loki’s arm.
“We must wait here. She is in the best hands. Her contractions are very close. It won’t be long now.” Odin said, trying to calm his son.
Loki looked helplessly at the door. He began pacing, stopping every time he heard Paige cry out. He would sit, then jump back up and pace some more.
A midwife came running out of the room and went down the hall, coming back with an armful of towels and supplies. Loki tried to question her, but she ignored him and ran back in the room.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Noooooooo! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” Paige screamed. Loki flew at the door. Thor made to stop him, but Loki hit him with a green jet of light, sending him flying into a wall and threw the door open.
He was met by the same midwife who had run out a few minutes earlier. She pushed him back out of the room with her own jet of white light and slammed the door shut just as Paige screamed again. Loki banged his fist against the door, then laid his head against it.
After what seemed like hours, the head midwife came out followed by her two assistants. Each was carrying a bundle.
“Twins?” Odin said in awe. Loki stood, staring at the babies in disbelief. Two perfect little faces peeked out of the blankets. One was asleep, the other was looking right at him. The midwife took him from her assistant and handed that baby to him.
“Twins. Boys.” She said, smiling.
“Paige. How is she? Can I see her now?" He asked, his voice breaking a little as he looked down into the face of his son.
"It was very rough for her. She is resting. I gave her something to aid her sleep. But you may sit with her if you wish.” She said. Loki took the other baby and carried both into the room where Paige lay sleeping.
Laying the sleeping infant next to her on the bed, he sat in the chair, looking down at his newborn son. He was beautiful. He touched his cheek and the baby cooed at him, closing his eyes and falling asleep as well.
Eventually, a nurse came in and took the babies to the nursery to be cleaned properly and fed. Loki moved to the bed with Paige. He sat next to her and took her hand in his looking into her face.
“I know that you would call me some fantastically horrible name for saying this, but you look so perfect right now. You are so lovely, and so strong. You just gave me the most beautiful gift, twice. They are amazing, Paige, just like you. I need you to wake up and see them. They need to know you. Please.” He pleaded, his voice coming out harsh on the last word.
He had his head bowed over her hand, tears dropping onto the bed sheets. Paige woke from her induced slumber, looking down at her husband.
“My darling, please. I cannot lose you. Please. You are my heart. I am nothing without you. You are my saving grace, I don’t deserve you. I know this. But, I cannot let you go. You have to be strong. Just, please, make it through this and I will find a way. I promise you, if it is the last thing I do, I will find a way.” He vowed.
“About that…..” Paige whispered.
Thor and Odin were in the nursery, holding the babies. They were discussing the trip into Jotunheim.
“Well, it must have worked, right? I mean, she didn’t die!” Thor said, as his nephew gripped his finger. “This one’s got quite the grip! Are you going to be a warrior, little man?” He cooed at the baby. At that moment a shout rang out across the palace.
“What? WHAT? YOU WHAT? THOR!!!” Loki yelled.
“Yes, I believe it worked just fine.” Odin said, a smile on his lips as he looked down at his sleeping grandson.
A late night meet cute in the baking aisle leads to a dream come true, whirlwind romance but is love (and some meddling old people) enough to keep Rose safe from dangers lurking nearby?
Chapter One ~ Chapter Two ~ Chapter Three ~ Chapter Four ~ Chapter Five ~ Chapter Six ~ Chapter Seven ~ Chapter Eight ~ Chapter Nine ~ Chapter Ten ~ Chapter Eleven ~ Chapter Twelve ~ Chapter Thirteen ~ Chapter Fourteen ~ Chapter Fifteen ~ Chapter Sixteen ~ Chapter Seventeen
