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.
Parings: Thorki, Thunderpudding, Hiddlesworth, and Tomki.
Summary: After countless crimes against many people of different realms, Loki was banished to live within the confines of mortal bodies with no recollection of his true Godly heritage. This is how he will stay until he learns his own lessons of humility. But how will Thor handle it when he hunts down and finds Loki in mortal form?
With the constant battle between the two, it was often easy to overlook the bond that was held between the two brothers. Even long before they moved to become more intimate, there was little anyone could do to one without sending the other into a blind fury. Thor would bring about brawls for another warrior simply mentioning the idea of doing away with Loki.
Loki once sent Sigyn running from him in fear when she suggested she could help him in his quest to be rid of his brother. It was an unspoken agreement; if there would be harm brought to the princes, it would be by the other's hand. No one else was to be involved.
It was this protective nature that caused Thor to be livid when he finally found his brother through one of his past disappearances. After a search for weeks on end, he finally found Loki at the edge of realms, naked and bound upside down to a rock in a deep cave. His hair had been chopped off and left short, possibly to be sure there was no way to cover his eyes from the venom being dripped over him. It was this night the thunderer was thankful for Sigyn. She tried to keep the venom from dripping on her lover, but the bowl she held could only fill so much before she would have to turn away and dump it out, leaving Loki exposed to the pain for a moment before she could return.
When he opened his eyes, they took on a milky green color. Thor knew it was extremely unlikely Loki could see when his eyes were so full of the snake's venom.
Sigyn looked more relieved to see him than she ever had or eve would again.
“Who goes there?!” Loki called out in panic as he tried to see through his extremely blurred vision, his voice raspy and sore from overuse. “...B-brother?” The hopeful voice came out like a lost child. Loki's pain was genuine. This only increased Thor's rage.
He shook with fury, the lightening already shining in his eyes as he gripped his hammer tightly. “Who... did this... to you?”
Thor did his best to snap out of the thought before it started to effect him. He had to concentrate. These are memories of events long since past and it did him no good to revel in them. Months had already passed since he's seen Thomas and he would rather not waste even more time by thinking of things that could no longer be helped.
He looked around the graveyard where he found the one he knew would be there. An older woman sat by a tomb, her milky eyes staring off as she slowly laid flowers around a large stone tomb. “Ganglot.”
She looked in his direction with sluggish movement and smiled warmly as she straightened upright. “Ah, hello to you, Prince Thor. How can this servant please you?”
“I seek audience with your mistress.”
Ganglot's smile faded. “Apologies, Mighty Thunderer. She will not answer your call without reason.”
Thor sighed, his irritation growing. “I wish to speak of her father and his current state. Would that be enough?”
*
As filming came to a close, Loki's dreams calmed. Tom never asked what caused the god to wake up in such a panic. If he knew Loki like he thought he did, the question would never be answered properly anyway.
The event was never repeated and Loki allowed the dream to fade in his mind. With the promise of the mortal running as soon as he spotted the All-Father, he was put at ease. At least he could preserve the part of himself in Thomas when he was to be brought back to Asgard. He could worry more about this when the time comes. For now, he would work on improving the control on the magic within them. But it wasn't easy. Not with the constant movement that came with tours and a heightened popularity.
While his career took precedence, Loki still did everything he could to guide the magic he could now feel flowing through the mortal's veins. It was more prominent since the day he taught him how to make that small ball of light. Loki craved it more with each day. And by the look in his eyes, Thomas felt it just as intensely.
But work was to be done and it took precedence at this current stage in life. Anytime they would have time, it was rather short lived. For once, Loki didn't push it too much further than gentle manipulations and teases. He wanted to see how far the mortal would let this get before he came to him instead of vice versa. The god wanted to know he could outlast Thomas. His will was stronger; he was sure of it.
There were instances when he thought the man would finally crack, throw caution to the wind and ravish him in any available surface. But then he was always interrupted by a phone call, an interviewer, or a fan. The trickster was even surprised none of this was any of his doing. It was as if the universe lived just to keep the two from having their way with one another. This moment was only one of many examples.
Loki smirked as there was a knock on the door . He calmly patted Tom's cheek. “We will have to continue this later, yes?” He slipped out from his place between Tom and the wall as he watched the mortal tried to regain his composure.
“Mr. Hiddleston? We're ready for you on set.”
He turned to look at the stage hand who peaked in and gave him a wide smile. It wasn't the boy's fault. He was only doing his job. He couldn't see he was in the middle of trying to seduce Loki. “Yes, of course. Thank you.”
Loki smiled and moved back up to Tom. He ran a hand down his arm teasingly. “I believe it would be best to leave you be for this since your body is so overcome with need.” He leaned against the mortal and nipped on his ear then quickly moved away. “I will take the chance to have a look around.” It wasn't often they got to be in the city the god would apparently be destroying.
He didn't need to move far to see the herd of mortals. He didn't bother trying to avoid having the crowd walk through him. In their hurried states, they were hardly kind enough to avoid the people they could see.
Even as dusk fell upon the streets and the hours drifted into the night, the city ran like a well oiled machine with no sign of rest. Loki watched as men and women walked around, ignoring one another as they weaved around the crowds. He wasn't surprised to find no acknowledgement. Even if they could see him, the god was sure he would be ignored just like anyone else. The thought was more curious than infuriating this time.
The god walked for a long time. The city had many different things to see, from bright lights to a seemingly random park. There were a couple of streets he found most interesting where people playing music, dancing and singing on the sidewalk. A man painted in gold who would stand completely still for hours on end, only shifting position when he thought no one could see. He watched him for a long time before moving on.
He paused for a moment and looked down at a man sitting on the sidewalk, very different from the street performers. He was a poor excuse of an individual leaning against an advertisement, his head slumped and his eyes closed. His clothes and body reeked of sweat, dirt, and urine. A piece of cardboard was perched on his leg and read simply 'homeless please help.'
“Do you honestly have enough faith in your fellow man that you can trust someone to help?” He sneered at the man.
“Yes.” The mumble was a sleepy one and Loki wondered if it was actually directed at him. Perhaps it was just a coincidence. He didn't allow himself to think about it much longer. It was starting to get late and if he went much further, it would take him too long to return.
He walked back and once more found his eyes to the tops of the buildings. It's been a while since he's seen Thor hanging over and watching Thomas like a gargoyle. Loki hadn't caught so much as a shadow in a few months. He wondered what the thunderer was doing. Perhaps he returned to Asgard and watched from there.
He walked back into the studio when his mortal was being interviewed and found them all standing around a television. In his travels, he lost track of time; the interview was being aired.
He found his place next to his vessel and watched as an increasingly humored expression came over Thomas. The interview must have been a silly one.
“I'm a bit of a prankster.” The Tom from the TV said to his interviewer. His expression then became quite serious. “I can.. be pretty menacing.”
Loki frowned. TV Tom became even more serious.
“I can go there.”
The frown deepened, his teeth gritting together. He didn't, couldn't, be serious. If Thomas told the world, where would that leave him? In an asylum somewhere to rot away for the rest of his life? If that were the case, they'd try to convince him Loki didn't exist. They would force pills down his throat until he claimed he couldn't see the god. It would become a very big nuisance.
At least let them think this was a joke.
The other man leaned away from Tom, looking just as confused as Loki felt. “Did something happen? Am I missing something?”
“I am the Prankster.” His tone became more and more serious with every syllable. His voice became the rasp Loki became accustom to understand as Tom's “Loki voice.” “I am the God of Mischief.” TV Tom looked at the other man with a look of intensity.
For a moment, the god tensed. Had Tom gone completely insane these past few hours? Why would he outright admit to this in a place where all the world can watch? He looked at the mortal and wanted to demand what the other was thinking. Did he seriously believe it was a good idea to inform everyone of his position?
Before he could open his mouth, there was a laugh from the Tom recording; insane, silly and nothing like the his usual humored noises. A laugh he's done before when people mention his take on being a villain. His hand came up and pulled at the mustache he's been growing out.
He heard a soft laugh come from the real Tom and became more at ease. Upon realizing the entire interview was nothing more than a joke, Loki felt a little silly himself. To think he believed for a second the mortal would be foolish enough to announce his current position with the god. The “pranks” pulled by Thomas were hardly something that Loki himself would play. Feeding the man a decaffeinated coffee, paying for his lunch, snakes in a can.
The god only rolled his eyes and watched as people smiled and laughed softly at the jokes. Tom himself seemed humored by it. Perhaps he was even behind the idea of this little plot.
“You simpleton.” Loki smirked at Tom. They both knew the power becoming active was enough to lay waste to the entire studio without even the slightest hint of fatigue. Yet, the mortal decided instead to make jokes and simple harmless pranks that were hardly even an annoyance. Well, had it not been for the mocking laugh, following the other man around, and screaming out “Loki'd!” every time he fell for a prank.
Tom's lip twitched at Loki's voice but he said nothing. The jokes were simple yes, but there was something very freeing about being able to say the truth even in a comedic sense. He got this off his chest while at the same time knowing no one would believe this being anything more than a strange parody of the true God of Mischief.
If he understood the feeling, Loki didn't say. He just waited until they were alone again to speak. “I wish for you to practice with your hold on our abilities as soon as we return to the chambers for rest.”
Tom smiled and tilted his head. “What if I have other plans?”
He watched as Loki tensed just a bit. It was quickly hidden behind a shrug. “If you wish to go and socialize, I will not stop you. But you must deal with the repercussions of putting off your lessons for yet another day.” The last part slide off his tongue with a menacing tone.
Tom chuckled softly and took hold of Loki's wrist. With a quick tug, he pulled the god into his arms. “I was thinking something else. More of a night without lessons and returning to the ways you used to pull magic from me.”
Loki snorted. “Why, Thomas. Are you attempting to seduce me?”
“Maybe.” The mortal leaned in closer. “Is it working?”
Their lips were so close, Loki couldn't open his mouth without brushing against the skin. He wanted this touch. Needed it, even. His hands moved up, fingers running through the short, soft curls. “No.”
“Liar.” Tom didn't waste anymore time. He closed the distance and kissed Loki deeply and listened to the pleased hum as the god responded.
It didn't last. Seconds later, he was pushed away and at arms length. “You will become more in tune with your magic. Only then do you gain the privilege to bed me.”
Tom frowned. His lip jutted out ever so slightly and for a moment, Loki considered taking back his words for the night. “But, Darling...”
Loki ignored the pleasant shutter and the sudden warmth. Instead, he just smirked. “As you mortals might say; 'Keep it in your pants, Hiddleston.'”
*
Even after getting in contact with the old servant, Thor had to sit by and wait for the goddess. He wondered for a moment if she would even show. Last he'd seen her, she was not happy with him. And with good reason. He stood by and watched as she was pulled away, blocking Loki to make sure he didn't do anything rash. Such as trying to prevent his daughter's banishment.
It wasn't one of Thor's prouder moments.
His head snapped up as a dark portal opened. He didn't dare walk near it, even as Ganglot slowly walked out before her mistress. The woman was older than Thor's memories of her. A long black cloak covered most of her form and kept the rotting limbs kept from sight. Her face remained pale and delicate like a beautiful porcelain doll, her black hair long and hanging out from the hood. She had a face so much like her father. It was unfortunate she gained such a curse over the rest of her body.
“Hel...” Thor began but was silenced by the hateful glare. She knew Thor was Loki's lover, no doubt. But that didn't mean she had to like him.
“Why do you summon me?” She snapped at Thor.
“I wish to speak about Loki. You are aware of your father's current status, yes?”
“Who in all the Nine is not? Father is banished to Midgard and forced to walk among mortals. Yes, yes, we all know. Is this all? You summon me to make me knowledgeable of my family's inability to live among your precious warriors in Asgard? I assure you all have made that perfectly clear.”
Thor did his best to keep his own irritation in check. “No. You see, I cannot see Loki as everyone else. I am as blind to his presence as the average mortal. I wish to know why.”
“Surely this is something that can be answered by a simple trip to Asgard. So once again, why do you bother me?”
“I have made a vow to remain on Midgard until Loki is to come home by my side.”
Hel scoffed.
“The only other person who would have such a vast knowledge of curses would be you.”
“Your stone tongue should not attempt flattery to manipulate me.” Hela growled. “If you wish for answers, I will need something in return. A debt to be repaid at any moment I feel.”
Thor nodded. “Of course.”
“You understand you sell your soul for Father. I will not be nearly as lenient as he. I will see to it the debt is fully repaid.”
“I understand.” Thor rolled his shoulders and stood tall.
She stood silently for a moment before her hand came out from the cloak and pulled down her hood. She glared at Thor. “On your knees, Thunderer. You will beg for this debt.”
For a moment, Thor considered slamming his hammer into the side of Hela's head and actually demanding the answers from Odin on Asgard. But no. He couldn't leave Loki here alone. Not when he was still vulnerable and the ravens were the only ones to watch him properly.
Not to mention any harm brought to the goddess would only serve to anger her further. He slowly placed his hammer in the ground and sunk to his knees before the other. “Hel.” He glared at the ground in front of him. “Please. Tell me why Loki is shielded from me. I will do anything you wish if only to see him again.”
Hel's lip twitched in a smirk but it was soon lost as a black cloud formed in her hand. Quickly it took shape into a black orb. “It is impossible for this to be simply chance that you do not see Father. At this moment, there is only one bond stronger than the one you and he hold and it hardly counts under such circumstances.” She ran a thin hand along the smooth edge and mumbled words under her breath.
The orb cracked and for a moment floated in place as Hel's hand jumped away. It shook and fell to the ground in shards, fading and killing the grass the instant it touched the Earth. Hela and Thor stared at the spot, her with an expression completely blank and him in confusion.
He spoke and stood up. “What does this mean?”
Hel snorted and shook her head. “The block is strong and very much deliberate. It was put in place for exactly this.”
A familiar panic rose in Thor. “Then you must break through it!”
Hela sneered at him. “Have you become even more thick with time? There is no breaking this. Only one being will be able to open this and it is the creator himself! No one else.”
“There has to be a way. Why would Father place such a curse?”
“If you cannot answer that for yourself, then you do not deserve to know. Now if you will excuse me, this was a complete waste of my time.”
Thor reached out to stop the goddess. “Wait, Hel. There must be something you can do. You must help me...”
“Did you help me?!” Hel shrieked, her voice echoing in the night. “ I was a child, Thor. An innocent! My bloodline was not within my control and yet you all treated me as a monster. I was forced away from my brothers. I was sentence to live eternity in a cold abyss by your warriors and your father. You who held my father away. You who allowed a child, a girl who had yet to even learn the workings of her own body, to wander into the cold realm of Niflheim alone.”
For a moment, Thor felt a cold fear come over him. In his fear of losing Loki, he forgot to heed Hel's anger and worry about his own life.
She continued, the words spat out with each breath. “And now here you dare stand and say I must help you? You are lucky I stand before you at all without forcing you to feel even an ounce of the pain I felt.”
“Hel... I-”
“Save your words for creatures you did not betray. Or my father, who is still foolish enough to trust you.” She sneered. “I take my leave now, Odinson. Do not summon me again.”
He didn't try to stop her as she and her sluggish servant walked back through the portal and left him alone. There was a lot for the thunderer to consider now. He hardly knew where to start.
