Sophlubb

"Save yourself."

You stiffened in Thomas' arms as the soft spoken tone reached your ears, eyeing your new husband with rapidly increasing worry. "Did you hear that?" 

His eyes held a touch of concern, the smile he gave you -- while breathtaking as it always was -- not quite reaching his eyes as he gave you words of reassurance. "Must simply be the wind, darling. At times it blows so harshly through the piping of the house that it feels as if the halls themselves are whispering to you. It's ghastly, I know, but it's home." 

The words sounded perfectly crafted, as if practiced and corrected many times before, doing nothing to ease the tension that had spread throughout your body as he carried you across the threshold. You made a show of giving him a reassured smile, consciously widening your eyes in an attempt to convince him that you doubted no portion of his answer. "Just the wind," you said softly when he set you back down on your feet. 

"Just the wind," he echoed, placing his hat down on a nearby table before framing your face in large gloved hands and touching the tip of his cold nose to your own, the chill making you break out into a fit of giggles. "There's that sound I absolutely adore from you, my dear wife." Your giggles melded into a weakened sigh once he leaned in closer and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. 

"Ah. There you are," a stern voice spoke from the other side of the floor, the sound bouncing off the walls as footsteps struck against tile then hardwood, the figure of Lucille Sharpe, your new sister-in-law, striding towards you. "You're finally home." 

"Lucille," your husband breathed out, walking towards her and meeting his sister halfway and pulling her into a tight embrace. 

Something in the sight immediately put you off, as if you sensed an intimacy between them that crossed the lines of familial love. Namely the way that she wrapped long fingers around his upper arm and leaned against his shoulder with her eyes closed, as if she was pressing a kiss on the spot. 

"Welcome, Y/N," she finally spoke to you. "How have you been faring with the cold thus far?" 

"Quite different from what I'm accustomed to but I can get used to just about anything," you answered her with a warm smile, subtly tilting your head at how she'd shaped her fingers like claws and dug the tips into Thomas' arm before releasing him from her hold. 

"You're not imagining it. She abuses him. Makes him sleep with her," the same voice from earlier spoke. "Every night. He won't be laying with you later."

"Well you cannot possibly have adjusted so quickly. Why don't I fix us all some tea and, Thomas you can draw your bride a bath and start a fire? Give her a semblance of home to help her adjust a touch quicker?" The words seemed welcoming enough; her smile, however, made you wish to go back out into the biting winter cold instead. You might fare better against nature than against Lucille. 

"Truly, Lucille? Tea this early? We'd just gotten home, we've not had the chance to even begin to unpack our belongings." You began to eye your husband with the same suspicion now, narrowing your eyes at his question that seemed as if they were speaking of more than just 'tea'.

"It will help warm her up," she insisted. "All of us, really."

His sharp exhale filled the room, his arm reaching out towards you when you began to walk further into the house and wrapping around your shoulders. "Very well then." His tone towards her had grown more formal, dismissive even. "Shall I show you to our room, Lady Sharpe?" He gave you a warm smile, this time the kind that reached his eyes as you nodded your assent. 

A mixture of your giggles and his filled the house as he scooped you up into his arms once more and carried you up the stairs. 

You tried to suppress your blush as you were treated to the view of your husband busying himself in your bedroom, insisting you 'sit back and not worry a single hair on that pretty head' while he prepped the fireplace. Of course, who were you to refuse a comfortable room with a view, especially when said view came in the form of Thomas Sharpe, coats shrugged off and sleeves rolled up to his elbows starting a fire to keep you warm?

The orange light of the kindling fire began to wash over the room, already making you feel as if you could breathe easier as your husband gave you an adorably triumphant smile. "Oh my word," he breathed out, rising to his feet and slowly making his way to you. 

"What is it?" A warmth bloomed inside you, his fingertips lightly tracing your features with one hand while the other began to undo the bun in your hair. If only that warmth wasn't accompanied by the pit forming in your stomach as you remembered what that voice whispered in your ear downstairs. 

"You are breathtaking in this light, darling." He ran his fingers through your hair, touching your chin with his free hand and tilting your head upward as he leaned down to press his lips to yours. The feel of him groaning against your skin sent your heart into a frenzy and your stomach fluttering like a dozen butterflies had just taken residence inside.

Every touch of your lips seemed more frantic than the last, feeling yourself getting more and more lost in him. Almost to the point that you forgot where you were. In a gloomy creepy near-derelict mansion that was potentially filled with ghosts that were talking to you confirming your intuition about Lucille and your husband having a debauched relationship in a secret held within the decaying walls. And so far away from the city where if you were to meet an untimely demise it would take days, maybe even weeks, before anyone at home was informed of your passing.

All of that seemed to fade away while you stayed in his arms. 

"What if I drew us both a bath?" he murmured against your lips, giving you one more lingering kiss before pulling away, his expression darkened with such explicit lust that it had you struggling to breathe. 

"How scandalous," you teased, your breath  hitching in the back of your throat when you felt his fingers playing with the buttons securing the collar of your dress behind your neck. 

The corner of his mouth upturned in a smirk once he worked the buttons undone and his fingertips met the skin of your  neck, a whimper slipping from your lips as he slipped the piece of fabric off of you. "My darling, we are husband and wife." You bit your lips to muffle a moan when he leaned in to press a kiss to the newly exposed skin. "There is nothingscandalous about us sharing a bath, if you're willing." 

He continued to press kiss after kiss along the column of your neck, and you suddenly felt a heat spreading throughout your body that had nothing to do with the fire steadily crackling on a few feet away from you. "Well in that case, dear husband, I think that's a wonderful--"

The sharp sound of knuckles rapping on the door broke the heady spell you were under, both of you  suddenly standing upright, Thomas' arm now wrapped around you with his hand splayed on the side of your waist as he pulled you to his side. "Is everyone decent?" you heard Lucille's voice clear and piercing through the door.

"Decent enough," your husband called out, chuckling as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. 

"Thomas what on Earth could you possibly mean by--Oh…" The look on her face may as well have dropped to the ground when her eyes befell the sight before her. Your now exposed neck, hair flowing down your back, Thomas' own overcoat and waistcoat draped haphazardly over the tall armchair, shirt wrinkled from where your hands clutched at him from moments earlier, the first few buttons undone and exposing his defined chest. "Seems I interrupted a private moment." 

"Oh it's no trouble really--" you started just as Thomas said, "Yes, you did." 

You did what you could to stifle your smile, giving way to him continuing his sentiment instead. "I was just about to draw a bath for my wife. And myself." Once more you fought to keep your expression unchanged as her neck so visibly twitched at the lurid implications of his words. 

The voice from earlier was back. But she wasn't talking to you, rather she was talking to…another voice. You could barely make out names in the conversation. Edith. Enola. Talking about how Thomas was different with you, how he seemed to be protecting you almost. 

"I'm sure the bath can wait, dear husband," you said, plastering on a warm smile you strived to reach your eyes. 

"But I'm not quite sure that I can," he shot back with a chuckle, pulling you closer to him. 

"Come on, sweetheart, Lucille made us tea. It'd be a shame for it to go cold." You looked to him with wide eyes, seeing how his jaw clenched for a moment before he briefly narrowed his eyes at his sister. And she was looking to you with a conspiratorial smirk, as if she felt the satisfaction of finding in you some ally. But you knew that look for what it really was; you'd seen it enough times throughout your ventures in London.

It was the look of an assumed mastermind pleased to see that a pawn was carrying out a leg of a plan on their own volition. And thus playing into their own trap. Run, little mouse, run, her eyes seemed to say. Right into my snare. 

"You have your sensibilities about you, Y/N. I like you already." 

"I've been around London enough times to know how you get with your tea," you joked, your cheeks aching from the smile you were trying to keep up. It seemed worth the dull ache, though, with the single nod she gave you as she poured out the hot beverage in two of the cups on the tray. The third one, however, had already been filled. And that was the cup she held out to you.

"I wasn't sure how you preferred it, so I took a guess on somewhere between lukewarm and fresh off the kettle. I hope it is to your liking, my new sister." 

"You're very kind, Lucille. Thank you." You brought the cup up to your nose, taking in the aroma. "This…smells quite different from the teas I've had in London. What is it?" 

"Firethorn berries," your husband answered. "Lucille picks them out in the garden and crushes them herself." 

So cyanide, you thought to yourself, wondering if Thomas' omission of whether the crushed berries had been washed was intentional or simply an oversight on his part. They're trying to kill me. 

You could feel your heart sinking from the realization that you'd married in such a rush and now you were to face the consequences. Your rational mind screaming obscenities at you for being so foolish to fall for the words of an angelic face and a devilish voice, and another voice trying to scream louder that you had to think of something quick lest one of them shove the drink down your throat and start the poisonous process.

"Don't drink it! The poison is in the tea!" one of the voices screamed.

"She has to. Lucille will kill her if she doesn't," the first voice, the guiding voice, answered her. 

You took a breath, mustering all your confidence as you hoped that the wayward idea that flew through your mind in the last few moments would work convincingly enough. Raising the cup to your lips, the moderately hot liquid slipped past your lips, and you let it stay there a second before breaking out into a fit of coughs and spitting out majority of the drink, blindly looking for a place to set down the cup and doubling over and arching your back with each cough. 

"Y/N!" The cup was taken out of your hand, Thomas pulling you close to him, moving your hair out of your face and running his hand up and down your back, trying to calm the fit. "Darling what happened?"

"I'm not quite sure," you answered through heaving breaths, both of you having sunk to the floor on your knees in the midst of your show. You fought against your instinct to stiffen in his hold as he pulled you to him, cradling you against his chest. "I suppose it was foolish of me to think firethorn berries was an exception to my allergies."

"Allergies?!" Lucille snapped. "Thomas, you never mentioned anything about your new wife's allergies when you wrote to me about her."

"It's my fault," you answered her. "Honestly it was such a whirlwind romance and the wedding happened so fast there was so much we didn't get to know about each other." You gave a regretful look to your husband. "I'm sorry."

He gave you this sorrowful look, complete with teary eyes, furrowed upturned brows, and quivering lip, before pulling you closer again and resting your head on his shoulder. "This isn't your fault, darling. None of this is your fault. I'm just glad you're alright." You kept at it with your heaving breaths, gradually easing yourself back to a regular rhythm. "How about I fix us something to eat after we freshen up?" 

You gave him a weak nod, inwardly hissing that you'd rather starve than let them have another attempt at your life like that. Letting out a few more weak coughs and making sure to cover your mouth lest Lucille or Thomas know what an allergic reaction ideally looked like and realize that you'd been putting on a show, you turned your gaze to Lucille. "I'm so sorry you went through all this trouble--"

"It's no trouble at all, dear sister," she cut you off, the icy rage poorly veiled in her eyes despite the smile she was clearly straining to give you. "As Thomas said, what matters is that you're alright." Her eyes flickered to her brother one last time before she turned and left your bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

"Let me go get you some water, darling." Thomas held your hands as you both stood, holding you close to him again when you were both up on your feet. "I could have sworn I felt my heart drop to the ground when you seemed about to hack out your lung from those heaves." 

He'd led you to the ensuite and turned on the tap. Once the water began to run you straightened your stance and stepped out of his hold, your coughs suddenly -- suspiciously -- a thing of the past. "It's so sweet of you to be so concerned, Thomas." The furrow between his brows deepened, the water overflowing from the glass and onto his hand. "Now tell me. Whose idea was it to poison me, dear husband?" You sneered the words now, as if they themselves were poison to even utter. "Was it yours? Or your sister's?" 

A/N: Welcome to…the series that I didn't actually intend to be a series 😅 When I was planning out this request I only intended for it to be 3 parts, and then I started writing it 2 days ago I realized that I'd be cramming way too much into one part if I wrote it the way I first planned, so it became 4 parts…and then 5…and now it's 8.

But I honestly look forward to diving into this story and sharing it with you all, and I just hope y'all like it, too 💖💛

But yet it was a dangerous game… Holding this mighty secret that no one knew except you currently. His blue orbs landed on you, his hand rested on the gear shift. You felt a shudder race down your spine at the electrifying stance he held, just by sitting beside you in the driver’s seat. Loki was a dominating figure, his existence truly breathtaking. He was whimsical, certainly magical, and completely out of this world.

“What’s amusing you, Darling?” He asked when he noticed the way you stared at him. Opening your mouth to speak, you hardly could wield the thoughts. You were both interested and distraught. Just a few powerful sessions with the man proved that he turned full circles around you while you remained planted in the center.

You inhaled deeply. “This,” You pointed at you then at him. “It’s crazy,”

Still recovering from his rollercoaster of personalities earlier, you were met with four different men. Pine, Conrad, Hiddleston, and then with Loki. Every single one of them had a slightly different spice that you craved to uncover. Your mind was ricocheting the constant possibilities, the experiences he could show you. You were beyond mesmerized and truthfully frightened.

“Do you want to stop?” He asked with a deep chuckle. He never looked at you, he registered his deep-set eyes on the restaurant in front of you. It was then you felt his physical hand stretch out and rest on your inner thigh. He forced your legs apart, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. The touches he offered were unlike anything you had ever experienced. He was most certainly well-suited in his craft, his demeanor shifting ever so often. He was passion, fire, fury, ecstasy.

You let out a tiny squeak when his thumb brushed across your clothed heat, specifically turning the bud in a tight circle behind your dampened attire. “Based on your crowded thoughts and soaked heat, I’ll conclude that’s a no,”

You sighed. “That’s what you want to believe,” You retorted.

Loki laughed at you. He mocked you aimlessly without a second thought whatsoever.

“I wouldn’t push the envelope, little girl,” He said darkly. “But part of me believes you’re asking for it,” He sighed.

You smirked deviously. You were. Bratty tendencies were in your nature and there was no way he wouldn’t deal with it either. You’d love to be punished at some point by him. It was a thrilling thought. He removed his hand from your core, leaving you with a bitter ache. The two of you finally stepped out of the Jaguar and approached the doors. Loki held the door open for you, leading you inside.

Immediately you saw Stephanie and Gavin lift their heads. Each held a questionable expression, mostly Stephanie. Gavin just had a breadstick hanging from his mouth. Her eyes pierced, eyebrows pinching together as she adjusted the glasses on her face. You saw when her tongue tucked its way into her cheek. You and Loki made your way towards the booth, you sliding in first to sit in front of Stephanie.

Gavin was still chomping away on the buttery stick, eyes oscillating between Loki and you.

“Forgive me for being rude, but,” Stephanie looked up. “Who said Professor Hiddleston could join?” She looked at him with a darkened expression. You sighed, knowing that Stephanie hadn’t quite thought fondly of you spending so much time with the professor. She was now set hard on the fact that more was going on than what you have been letting up.

Go along with me. Loki’s voice penetrated your mind.

“My apologies, Stephanie,” He said, putting on his professional voice. “I know this must be slightly incredulous, but as Y/N and I were finishing up her tutoring session, she asked me to join.”

THAT’S A LIE!

He shot you a look when your thoughts screamed at him.

Then you’ll play along like a good girl.

Forcing a smile on your face, Stephanie looked at you. “Okay…” She trailed, taking a sip of her water. Soon the waiter approached and gathered orders, Gavin still exchanging looks.

“I think this is cool,” He said after he swallowed his food. “Ya know, having dinner with the professor… What do you do in your free time, Professor Hiddleston?”

Loki laughed. “Please, just call me Tom,” He told Gavin whose eyebrows knitted at the revelation. He nodded and that’s when you felt Loki sneak his hand underneath the table to rest on your thigh. Your breath caught in your throat as you gazed around, quickly reaching for a breadstick. You bit the end of it off, Stephanie still staring at you.

“But in my free time, I’m an avid lover of the arts. Shakespeare, Jane Austen… I do enjoy learning and teaching about the galaxies, but I’m a true romantic.” He explained, sipping his water. You could feel his large palm massaging against your clothed leg, and he was only getting higher. Before long, you knew this game would turn into a test of your ability to stay silent, not making a single peep.

Gavin nodded, eyebrows arched. “I tried to read Shakespeare, but it all gets jumbled,” He laughed honestly.

“Gavin, you’ve never read Shakespeare…” Stephanie trailed.

“Yeah, when did you read one?” You chimed in, seeing as your best friend smiled. You didn’t want her to think bad of you, so you played it off, hoping she wouldn’t start taking jabs at you.

Gavin glared at you both. “I did! It was Salome!”

It was then Loki started laughing. “Gavin, you’re thinking of Oscar Wilde… Not William Shakespeare,”

Gavin blinked, registering the words. “Oops?”

You shook your head with a laugh. As dinner ensued, you could feel Loki’s fingers gripping the innermost portion of your thigh. It was to the point you were clutching the silver utensil in your hand to try and hold yourself together.

Don’t you dare make any movements, Darling. Pretend as if everything is perfectly fine. Loki’s thoughts pierced your skull. You sighed, reaching for the glass of water with a rather shaky hand.

Stephanie cleared her throat. “So, how’re the tutoring sessions going?” She questioned, pinpointing her gaze at you. “Because I’m starting to believe something else is going on.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Loki stared at her.

“What causes you to believe that, Stephanie?” He asked her, raising one eyebrow. Stephanie looked at you, then at Loki.

“Well, my best friend isn’t home at our apartment most of the nights… She’s with you. And now based on the way you just answered me, something is going on. I swear to you -- if you hurt her,”

“Stephanie!” You exclaimed, resting your hands on the table. Loki shot you a look. “Stop,” You begged her. She stared at you, her face holding a tight expression. “He’s not hurting me,” You announced.

You knew she was protective of you. She had been since the day she met you. Stephanie was always the one who pushed kids off the merry-go-round when she saw them picking fun at you. You could remember vividly the time she beat up Gavin on the slide because he said your hair looked funny. She had been your best friend for years and she wouldn’t let anyone try to manipulate or hurt you.

You have to tell them. You said to Loki in your mind.

What? No, do you see how your friend is reacting? She couldn’t keep the secret.

You sighed.

She’s my best friend, Loki. She has to understand or else she’ll become worse.

Loki raised an eyebrow.

It’s dangerous, Love. Look at Gavin -- he had a breadstick hanging from his mouth. Do you really think he could handle this kind of secret?

You looked between them, watching as Stephanie was on the verge of saying something else.

They’re my best friends. You argued.

Pick one, Darling. Loki suddenly announced. Your eyebrows pushed together.

“What kind of game are we playing? Y/N, I just worry about you.” Stephanie said to you.

I’ll tell one. Not both. Although I’d suggest the one seething in front of you. Her mind is running rampant. She thinks you’re my sex slave. Gavin is thinking about a brunette and breadsticks.

You closed your eyes tightly, feeling him squeeze your leg. How could you do that? Tell one best friend and not the other? Wait, sex slave?! She really did resort to the worst.

Darling, these thoughts she’s having? They are certainly not the kindest. She’s already envisioned you tied up on a fiery wheel with knives being thrown in your direction.

You gulped.

Stephanie. I choose Stephanie.

Loki sighed. “I can assure you, Y/N is in good hands. I would never do anything to harm her. I can certainly see just why you would believe so, considering our age gap, as well as our relationship as student and professor. Stephanie, I can promise you. She is well taken care of.”

You nodded. “I am Steph. I swear on our friendship. Nothing’s wrong,”

Stephanie crossed her arms over her chest. Gavin refrained from saying anything.

While you and Stephanie talked amongst yourselves, that’s when Loki pressured his thoughts. Strange said to keep you safe. Loki promised himself that he wouldn’t let anyone know of his secret, for he didn’t want to spoil a normal life. Yet the moment he decides to partake in the role of a professor, he suddenly finds himself in torment. He cares about you deeply, but now it seems like he is walking a dangerous line.

Now he was having to tell your best friend about his secret. He knew he could ensure Stephanie didn’t tell a soul, but at what price? Loki was finding his once frigid heart to become warm, all because of you. This gravitational pull, as if the universe were bringing the two of you together… It was a feeling that swallowed him.

He was thankful when dinner finished. As the four of you exited from the booth, Loki turned to look at you.

Tell her you’ll explain, but don’t make it obvious. He said to you.

You looked up at Stephanie who eyed you. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you in close. “I’m sorry,” She whispered. “You’re my best friend, and I’m very protective of you.”

You smiled, nodding. “I know you do… Stephanie, there’s something I need to tell you, but it has to wait. Please just be patient with me, okay?”

Her eyes popped open. “It’s him, isn’t it?”

You gulped, refraining from saying anything. “Don’t tell Gavin,” You muttered, but he was already teetering towards the car.

Pulling back, Stephanie eyed you anxiously. “I swear… If that guy does anything to you,” You shook your head, her squeezing your shoulders.

“He’s not hurting me,” You laughed quietly.

Stephanie didn’t try to argue with you. Instead, she nodded her head. “I’ll be waiting for my explanation, Y/N.” She pointed a finger at you. You smiled, waving her goodbye as you climbed back into the Jaguar.

Loki looked over at you. “She’s certainly an adamant one, isn’t she?” He sighed, pushing the car towards his house. You nodded.

“She's always been that way,” You bit down on your lip as you turned your eyes up to him. “Why are you willing to tell her?”

He looked back at you. “Darling, if only you heard her thoughts… I don’t want her to know, but as long as she knows you’re safe, then it’s worth it.”

You smiled lightly, feeling as he reached over and grabbed your hand. You weren’t sure what came over the two of you, but when you made it through the doors, the light flickered to green. It was a sudden rush when you felt your back be pressed against the door. Loki’s lips hungrily attached to yours as his hands came forward to snap, your clothes removed. A gasp left your throat at the sudden chill that met your piping hot skin.

Kissing the man back fervently, you tangled your fingers through his hair as he hoisted you into the air.

“What’s this about?” You asked as he moved his mouth to press to your neck. He chuckled against the skin, the vibrations making your stomach turn flips.

“You were so good tonight,” Loki growled against your ear. “I figured you deserved a reward, kitten…” He purred.

You smirked heavily, releasing a moan when he bit at the exposed flesh of your neck. You giggled wildly. “What’s my reward?” You smiled, feeling as he pulled off your skin with an audible pop. Loki’s smile was mischievous as he surveyed you.

“Pick your man for the night, Love,” He winked, your excitement levels rising.

It was the easiest decision you had ever made.

“Jonathan,” You breathed out.

Loki smiled, nodding his head. It was then he shapeshifted, his long blonde hair turning short. He was already without a shirt, his rippling abs exposed to your endearing eyes. His blue eyes cast a look into yours, causing your thighs to stick together. You licked your lips, feeling as the dominating male pressed forward. He reached out and wrapped his hand around your throat, his eyes set on you.

“On your knees,” He commanded. Your eyes widened, his voice taking on a deliciously filthy tone. You released a gasp, your naked body falling to your knees in front of him. His eyebrows were arched, his body lowering slightly while his fingers wrapped around your throat. “Oh, that’s a beautiful sight,” He shuddered.

Your heart was racing at the feel, the blood flow constricted. You could breathe, but you certainly couldn’t ignore the pressure on your pulse, and you loved it. You smiled viciously, watching as Jonathan’s eyes centered on you. He pushed his long digits through your hair, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail. You pushed your arms together, your breasts bulged in front of him. His member was stiff behind his dress pants, which he quickly removed with a snap.

You were then met with the entirety of his naked form, your mouth dropping open at the sight. Jonathan smirked, shooting you a wink. His voice was deep and sultry as he positioned himself in front of you. “Let’s see what that pretty little mouth can do, princess,” He growled. You took him into your hand immediately, the feel of his cock in your hand breathtakingly sweet. You looked up at him, watching as his eyes rolled at the feel of your warm hands caressing his length. Wrapping your fingers around his shaft, you slowly slid up and down on him, your thumb swiping across his sensitive tip. He was already spurting with precum and your mouth was watering. You begged to have a taste of him.

“Someone’s wanted this,” He trailed with a laugh. “You want your mouth stuffed full of me, don’t ya?” His accent was thickened, his domineering nature pushing through. You nodded your head, still pumping his length with your hands. He smirked, inching himself closer. He grabbed a hold of himself and ran his tip around the corners of your mouth, your eyes watching it closely. “Be a good girl and open your mouth,” He urged you.

It didn’t take long. Your lips parted and Jonathan pushed his member into your mouth. You accepted the tip, a moan leaving your throat as you closed your eyes. He was slick within your mouth, his length so massive, that you could hardly fit him inside. The warmth of your mouth around his cock caused him to stifle a groan as he gripped the makeshift ponytail in his hand. You squeaked around him and began to run your tongue skillfully up and down his length. He tasted like pure candy in your mouth and the moment his tip touched the back of your throat, the grunting noises you produced were like music to Jonathan's ears.

He smiled tastefully, watching as you worked. Holding your hand around his shaft, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked around him, your tongue flicking his sensitive head in circles.

“Just like that, baby girl,” He praised you, gripping your hair. You moaned loudly around him, the vibrations of your noise causing him to groan. He started to thrust his length into your mouth, a hand resting at the back of your head. Your eyes brimmed with tears as his tip continuously penetrated the back of your throat. You worked to keep in time with his relentless thrusts, the feel of his cock stuffing your mouth entirely full becoming overwhelming. The tears plucked the corners of your eyes, your hands twisting around his length quickly. Another swipe of your tongue around his tip and his eyes were rolling. He was essentially on the verge of finishing, his length pulsating within your warm space. Your tongue padded along the veins, licking long stripes that were pushing Jonathan closer to the edge.

“So good for me, Darling,” His voice called out to you. His head was thrown back in pure ecstasy and without a single warning, you felt the hot ropes of his release fly to the back of your throat. “You’re gonna swallow every ounce, you hear me?” He told you through a powerful voice. You simply nodded your head, unable to answer with a mouth full. He unloaded himself into your mouth, your cheeks filling with the spurts of his release. You did as he said, you swallowed every ounce of the thickened substance. When he pulled his softening length from your mouth, your mascara had already started to run. Jonathan smirked wildly at you, pulling you up from your knees.

He wrapped his arms around you, his lips meeting yours. You moaned deeply against his lips, feeling as his tongue pushed its way into your mouth. It was a delicious mixture of your heavy pants and his soft groans as he picked you up. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, heels digging into his backside while he whisked you towards the bedroom. When he made it inside, he laid you back against the bed. One snap of his fingers and your hands were restrained above you. You let out a gasp, Jonathan’s beautiful face appearing just above you.

“You didn’t think I’d let you have that much fun, did you?” He asked, shaking his head. “No, baby girl, we’re having fun, but the way I want to.” He winked. It was then he started to press hot kisses to your flesh. He began at your neck, his tongue twirling around your sensitive flesh. You craned your neck to the side and begged for more touch, his hand slipping in between your thighs. As his hand worked dexterously against your seeping folds, you had no way of touching him. Just when you thought you could reach your leg around and play footsie against this back, he restrained those as well. You were spread-eagle, with your heels planted against the mattress, your hands held above your head.

Jonathan started making his way down as his fingers explored your slit. He took a breast into his mouth at the same time, his tongue jutting around the sensitive nipple that erected in his mouth upon contact. A heavy moan released from your throat as he swirled your nipple around into the roof of his mouth. He sucked against it as though he were a starved man, his fingers toying studiously with your dripping core. He could smell the arousal that leaked from your body, only causing his cock to throb. He knew a second erection was fast approaching and he’d ensure you were stuffed full of him before the night ended.

Not wanting to neglect your other breast, he used his free hand to pinch your reddened nipple. Rolling it between his fingers, your back arched from the bed, but he kept you pressed against the mattress.

“Oh, Jonathan,” You moaned, causing his eyes to perk. He adored the sound of that name trembling from your lips. He began to move his way lower, his mouth ensuring to leave purple marks along the valley of your skin. He was using it as his personal canvas and he wanted a masterpiece. His tongue worked against your skin as he finally made it to the spot that had your toes curling while your feet remained in restraints. His fingers collected the drops of delicious nectar that oozed from your aching core, his finger moving to rub against your clit. A scream cut from your throat at the feeling, all because you were anticipating his movements. He rubbed the sensitive bud in circles, watching as your eyes rolled with each turn.

“Such a slut for this,” He laughed darkly, causing your teeth to sink into your bottom lip. He pressed his lips beneath your navel and started to inch lower. He pushed two fingers within you, your tight cunt accepting him immediately. You squeezed your walls around his digits as they began to move up and down inside of you, the curling motion sending shockwaves of pleasure to race down your spine. Your body was ignited with a gruesome fire that begged to be doused by what Jonathan could offer. He smiled wickedly at you, realizing that the degrading term did wonders to your impaired body.

While his fingers pumped, he was bringing forth his beautiful mouth, moving to rest it against your clit. The warmth of his breath met the bud and your back immediately arched. Your heels dug into the mattress as you gasped for air. He flicked his tongue around your clit, soon starting to suck on it. His lips were wrapped around it, giving delicious kitten licks with his tongue.

“Oh!” You cried, eyes blurring with tears at the intense pleasure you were experiencing. Jonathan smiled widely at you as he replaced his fingers that were moving continuously within you with his tongue. He pushed the muscle in between your folds and explored you, his thumb now circling your clit. It then turned into his nose burying itself into your wetness as he inhaled your arousing scent and licked the glistening nectar you produced.

Your walls were starting to convulse, the ache in your belly tying its way into a knot. You were less than a minute away from an alarming orgasm, one that you knew would send you screaming. You desperately wanted to reach out and touch the man in between your legs who offered you so much astounding pleasure, that you couldn’t see straight. Your mind was taken to another dimension as Jonathan continued to demolish your cunt with his tongue and fingers. He could feel your bottom half begin to wiggle from each powerful swipe of his tongue, therefore it led him to hold your waist down. His palm pressed flat to your belly, he held you against the mattress.

“I-I’m gonna c-c,” You gasped, your eyes widening. Jonathan smiled.

“Cum,” He commanded you. With a powerful scream that had his own mind rattling, he heard your drastic moans fill the air as you came hard around his tongue. He felt your walls pulsate and clench around the muscle within his mouth as the contractions of your tightened cunt engulfed him. Your eyes rolled back into your head, your back arching high off the bed, which he decided to have mercy and allow. He growled hungrily, licking up every ounce of honey that seeped from your abused heat, his insides yearning for more. He loved the sound of you giving yourself entirely to him, knowing that the pleasure you currently experienced was all from him. He groaned loudly, his cock throbbing at the gorgeous music you created for him.

He couldn’t help himself. In one fluid motion, he was pushed within you. Another strong cry emitted from your lips as you felt him stretch your clenching walls. Your eyes widened at the sight of him appearing above you as he sheathed his hardened member into your tight walls. “Shit,” He cursed, holding your shoulders. He snapped his fingers and allowed your limbs free. You were shaking like crazy against him as you wrapped your arms around him. Biting into his shoulder, your heel dug its way into his backside, further pulling him in.

His strokes were deeper than you imagined, each thrust sending him head-first into your ocean. The noises that were created of skin slapping, to the way you sounded as his cock entered you, it was a symphony that aroused the ears. Jonathan’s eyes closed tightly, knowing he wasn’t going to last long. You were so warm and inviting. As he picked his head up, he saw the way your eyes spun in circles.

“D-Don’t stop!” You cried, digging your nails into his back. “H-Harder,” You begged.

Jonathan kicked himself into overdrive. If you wanted more, he’d give you more. He pulled out his next card, eyes glancing at the headboard. Reaching underneath it with both hands, he used it to pull himself deeper into you. He elevated his hips slightly.

“Wrap your legs around me,” He commanded. You did as he asked. Moments later, he was pulling himself into you by way of the headboard. Cries erupted from both of you, the power contained in his thrusts promising you wouldn’t be walking in a straight line after this. The band was about to snap as flashes of white, hot, dousing pleasure met your aching core. When he felt you quiver beneath him, he brought his lips to yours and captured them for a searing kiss. It was all tongues and teeth as he explored your mouth. Releasing one of his hands from the headboard, he reached below and circled your clit, adding another layer of ecstasy to the heated moment.

One more dangerous thrust sent you both falling over the edge. Neither of you had a moment’s notice to let the other know. Instead, you were freefalling together. His hands reached to grab yours, tangling your fingers through his against the sheets as he rode out his high. You bucked your hips into him, both of you a moaning mess.

Crying out, you were yet again filled to the brim while you squeezed tight around him. As Jonathan’s thrusts came to a standstill, his sweaty forehead moved rest against yours. Your eyes closed tightly, lips pulling apart with an audible pop. He rested his chin in the crook of your neck, fighting to catch his breath. Your entire body was on fire from the encounter.

“Are you okay?” His voice asked, quickly returning to his nurturing role. He lifted his head to see your eyes glossy.

Nodding, you felt like you were levitating.

“That was freaking amazing,” You gasped, eyebrows lifting.

He smirked, leaning in to brush his lips across yours. You smiled against his lips, holding him close to you. Tangling your fingers through his hair, you giggled quietly.

“How about I run us a bath?” He asked, nuzzling into you.

You nodded your head. “I’d love that,” You whispered.

Jonathan, who now shapeshifted back into Loki, grinned at you. He shot you a wink, moving away from you.

You were living your best life right now.

As Loki worked his way into the bathroom, he heard his phone. Sighing, he grabbed it from the dresser as he crossed his way into the bathroom. “Thor, I swear…” He trailed, but saw it was… Stephen?

Quick question… Does this girl have two companions?

Loki’s eyebrows furrowed as he typed back a response.

Yes… Why?

Moments later, he saw the chat bubbles appear, then the message.

Just wondering.

Loki groaned, deciding to call him. When Strange picked up, Loki had started to run the water.

“Don’t ask me something and then just say you were wondering, Stephen,” Loki grumbled. Strange bustled a laugh on the other end but then turned serious.

“Listen, I needed to know. I still haven’t figured out what’s going on, but I saw two people beside her. One is rather dumb while the other is pretty smart.”

Loki stifled a laugh. Gavin and Stephanie.

“What about them?” Loki prodded.

Stephen extruded a sigh. “They’re key elements in whatever this is… I’m hoping to have an answer for you, soon. But I am certain on one thing.”

Loki poured some of the honey bubble bath into the water “What is it?”

The next words out of Strange’s mouth caused Loki’s breath to catch.

“She’s in danger.”

~

“What?” You quietly asked, turning your eyes up. Gavin took another bite of the pizza, his eyes scanning your face.

Stephanie looked at you with her eyebrows pulled together. “What happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Did I?” You asked yourself.

Stephanie and Gavin both exchanged a worrisome look. “You literally look green… Are you okay?”

You gulped, nodding. “I-I’m not hungry,” You breathed out, pushing the plate away. Gavin and Stephanie both looked at your full plate, minus the pizza that had one bite taken out of it.

“...So you’re not going to finish it?” Gavin asked under his breath.

You shook your head, crossing your arms. Within seconds, Gavin lurched over the table and grabbed the pizza, Stephanie glaring at him.

“She could’ve saved it!” She swatted him in the back of the head. Gavin already had taken a large bite out of it.

“Do you want me to spit it out in the to-go box?” He asked.

“Close your mouth!” Stephanie said, groaning. He laughed, taking a sip of the soda he had.

You remained silent, but your phone began to buzz violently. Pulling it out of your pocket, it was an unknown number, but you knew exactly who it was…

Your pizza date is over, Love. I’m outside. - L

You slowly peered up from the windows and saw headlights, a solid black Jaguar with tinted windows nestled in one of the parking spaces. Stephanie noticed the way you tensed, her eyes focused on you. “Hey!” She snapped her fingers. “Alright, you’re starting to scare me.”

Gulping, you slowly stood to your feet. Pulling some cash from your pocket, you placed it on the table.

“I have to go,”

Gavin turned his head at you. “But I drove you!”

“I’ve got it! Don’t wait up for me tonight!” You yelled over your shoulder. Pushing your way out of the door, the passenger’s side door opened to the sports car.

The lights of the interior illuminated the cabin, his face exposed to you. He looked as he did before the raven-hair. His blondish-brown hair was in curls at the nape of his neck, his suit the same as earlier. You were crazy to be jumping into a car with him, but something about him… Drew you in.

As you closed the door, the Jaguar pulled away from the pizza parlor. You fastened your seatbelt, unable to move it seemed. His eyes were locked on the road ahead of him, but he stole a glance at you every now and then.

“Who are you?” You asked.

His head drifted to the side, oceanic blues studying you from behind his glasses.

“Right now? Tom Hiddleston,” He quipped.

Your hands are folded in your lap.

“You know what I meant.”

He smirked. He seemed mischievous as ever, his eyebrows pulling together.

“We have a lot to talk about,” He sighed. “Starting with,” His hand reached over the console. Breath catching in your throat, you suddenly felt as he nestled his large palm around your thigh. Gripping you, you shuddered against the upholstered seat.

“Do you really think you can get away with the dirty thoughts you have about me?” His accent thickened.

Your eyes suddenly blew wide. “The arousal is dripping from you like honey, Darling.” He increased the grip on you, his thumb dangerously close to your clothed heat.

Mannnnn, you really should’ve changed.

Part of you wanted to pick his hand up and toss it to the side, tell him he can never touch a woman without her consent… But your mind said otherwise.

Horny and scared. Horny and scared. HORNY AND SCARED!

The man grinned at your thoughts.

“Allow me to melt away the fear you have… I like you better when you’re amorous.”

You hissed, trying to slow your breathing. Your heart was pounding violently in your chest.

Can he hear me or something?

“Yes,” He answered as soon as the thought crossed your mind. Your attention snapped over and you saw him slowly lift his way to the gearshift. With trembling hands, you slowly reached out and touched your finger to his.

His blue orbs gazed down at your outstretched hand, his eyebrows pulling together. “What are you doing?”

You bit your lip. “When Edward and Bella touched --” He quickly snatched his hand away.

“No,” He shook his head. “Absolutely not, this is not Twilight.” He glared.

“How would you know?” You asked.

He scoffed.

“I shapeshifted into a vampire once in another era… The movie depictions are false. We do not sparkle.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. He stared back at you briefly, taking a right turn. You saw Cambridge straight ahead and you were unsure why he was bringing you back to the school. You checked the time, noting it was nearing the later hours of the evening.

“Why are we at Cambridge?” You asked.

He sighed. “I need to know I can trust you.”

“Trust me? Okay -- Not sure when you were born,” -- “965 A.D.,” He quipped. “Or if you want me to give you a literal date, I tend to enjoy December 17th.”

You blinked rapidly.

You’re old.

“Hey! Watch it,”

“STOP DOING THAT!” You screamed. “ANYWAY, before I was rudely interrupted -- you would think men your age would know manners -- I just walked in on you making another body!”

He stared at you. “Making another body? Its appropriate term is shapeshifting.”

“Shapeshitting?”

“ShapeSHIFTING!” He corrected you, easily beginning to grow annoyed.

Hehehe, he’s angry.

“I’m not angry,” He sighed. “I’m very well intrigued, but I don’t know why.”

You shrugged. “I’m good like that,”

He glared at you before the two of you were suddenly out of the car. He grabbed ahold of your hand and you screamed when you suddenly felt a rush. Moments later, the two of you were on the second floor of Cambridge in his office.

However, you were still screaming once he teleported, causing him to clamp his hand over your mouth.

“AHHHH-hmppphhh!”

“Quiet!” He hissed, muffling you. “We may be the only ones here, but I can’t risk someone hearing you.”

Your eyes slowly opened to see your surroundings. You felt the coolness of his hand against your warm face and it caused fires to ignite across your skin. He slowly released you, watching as you remained planted to the ground.

Finally, he released you carefully and left you standing there. He moved in front of you.

“Okay,” He stated. “Since I have to repeat myself. I am Loki Laufeyson,” He answered. “I’m old according to you, but I have a secret which you now know.”

You looked at him. “You can read thoughts and shakeshift,”

“SHAPEshift,” He corrected, pinching the bridge of his nose.

You giggled, causing him to look at you. “You’re doing it now to annoy me,”

Smiling, you gazed around his office.

“Is the lightning guy real, too?” You asked. Loki furrowed his brows.

“Lightning guy?”

“You know! Hammer dude.”

Loki blinked multiple times.

“My BROTHER? Thor?” He answered.

You gasped. “So you two really are brothers?”

Loki rolled his eyes. “Adoptive - but yes, brothers.”

You smiled, nodding. Walking around his office, you surveyed the medals from his stints in the military. It was then you realized they had names on them.

“Jonathan Pine?” You asked. As you turned around, you suddenly found yourself backing up against the bookshelf, the items rattling. Standing there in a pair of dress pants and a light blue button-up, the man’s hair was short, blonde, and pushed back. His eyes were dazzling, not an imperfection in sight.

“Whoa,” You whispered.

“At your service,” His voice said deliciously, his accent still hailing. Like Loki, he had a much more intense way of speaking, but this guy?

This one could definitely rail me.

Loki immediately returned. “But I couldn’t?” He laughed, his raven hair flowing.

You then turned back to the medals. “Alright, Captain James Conrad,” You breathed. The green fog emitted once again and you squeezed your eyes shut.

Please be hot, please be hot, please be hO-

“Stop that!” His voice boomed, a sense of commanding lacing it. You stood at attention, prepared to salute if need be. When the fog dissipated, he was in a dark blue t-shirt, holsters strapped to his sides, guns on his hips. The jeans clung to his lower half tightly, but his hair was darker than Jonathan’s but lighter than Loki’s… maybe more so Tom’s?

“You mortals and your issues with apes,” He sighed, dusting himself off.

This one… This one can nail me to the wall.

“You know, you do have a mouth, Love.” He reminded you.

A mouth I’d use on you -

“OKAY!” He exclaimed, transitioning back to Loki. “Your thoughts are a lot.”

You sheepishly smiled. “Can Loki not handle it?”

Almost as if it were a temptation, you were suddenly pulled to him. One simple lift of his finger and you were pressed to his chest. However, without even saying a word, your mind was filled with his voice.

I think it’s YOU who can’t handle ME, Darling.

HOW DID YOU DO THAT?!

Loki smirked. “I can hold a conversation with you just through thoughts. No one else can hear them, only you. And if anything tells me, our next class sessions are going to be an arousing game.”

You shuddered, feeling his long fingertip dip underneath your chin. Tilting your head back, he surveyed your eyes.

“You’re so little,” He said, watching as your eyes dilated repeatedly. “So vulnerable…”

You gulped, his hand clutching your jaw. “And mine,”

“Okay, when did you take possession?” You asked quietly.

Loki smirked.

“The moment I saw you, Love.”

It was then he reached below and traced your heat with his hand. “Your eyes spoke wonders to me the moment I looked into them… You’re different, little one. You’d willingly submit to me. You’re mouthy, but you know how far to push… You’re intriguing and I don’t think I can stay away.”

Pushing his hand upwards, the squeak that left your throat made him chuckle darkly.

“I want to see how far I can take you.”

You blinked, your eyes rolling when he cupped your mound.

“My perfect little doll…”

Suddenly, he released you.

“Everything you have seen and heard tonight? Never leaves this room. Now that you know, I can’t let you out of my sights.”

You gulped.

“Is that understood?”

You nodded. “Yes Sir,” You breathed out.

Loki’s lips curved into a delicious smile.

“Good girl…”

~

Licking your lips, he was talking about the orbit of the planets before he transitioned into the constellations. The way he described the Big Dipper?

Can you be my big dipper? You thought to yourself.

Your eyes looked away momentarily at the picture in the textbook and you weren’t given the advantage of seeing the subtle confusion sweep across the professor’s face. His mouth ajar, he recomposed himself and pressed on as if nothing was ever put in the open.

“Allow me to quiz you all. Let’s go back to our sixth-grade science class… Although nicknamed the Big Dipper, what is the formal name of the constellation?” Professor Hiddleston asked the class.

Your eyes peeled back up to center on him.

It’s called let me lick you from head to toe.

“Ursa Major,” You said, raising your hand.

His captivating blue orbs swarmed through yours, his face contorting. He held a minor squint, but you knew you were right.

What was the issue?

“Correct, Ms. Y/N,” He smiled gently at you, turning on his heel.

I wonder if you call that thing in your pants the Big Dipper?

There went another piercing thought.

He stopped dead in his tracks on that one. Slowly turning back around to face the class, he cleared his throat. He checked the time on his bedazzling wristwatch and bit his lip.

“Consider yourselves lucky today. I’m feeling quite generous, so I’ll allow an early dismissal. You can go about your weekend.” He announced, folding his hands together.

Stephanie and Gavin both erupted into cheers, rushing to grab their things. You remained planted in your seat, still occupying your attention with the textbook and the horrible-looking math equation. Physics and calculus sounded like evil twins who dominated the other subjects, choosing to rule.

You weren’t into that.

As the room started to sift, Stephanie looked at you.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

You pointed at your textbook. “I need help.” You mouthed back.

“No flirting!” Gavin then mouthed, pointing an accusing finger at you. Rolling your eyes, you waved your two best friend’s on. The two bustled into a fit of laughter as they exited.

When the door finally closed, you watched as Professor Hiddleston began wiping away the contents of his board. Without ever turning around, he called you by your name.

“What brings you to linger, Y/N?” He asked. Your eyebrows pulled together at the realization you were the only one in the room, and he noticed.

“Do you have eyes in the back of your head or something?” You blurted out.

Bluntness was your thing.

You heard the cool chuckle erupt from him.

“I saw the way you were looking as everyone packed up to leave. Is there something I can help you with?” He finally turned to face you.

Biting your lip, you waved your hand at the textbook. “Well, for starters, I should send you my bill for the chiropractor.” You smiled. “Second of all, physics, calculus? We aren’t friends. In fact, we’re enemies, which means I should also send you a bill for the therapy I’ll need after this class.”

Professor Hiddleston watched you closely.

You should also pay for the damage you’ve caused my kitty, cause dayum.

Again, there he went with the drastic change in his face. It was almost as if your thoughts affected him, but you knew he couldn’t hear you. Maybe you were too obvious with facial expressions?

“So am I paying for therapy or am I helping you with studies?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

You casually looked at him.

“I mean, if you’re up for lending some money - I’m kinda broke - I’d appreciate it.” You said, sending him a wink.

Professor Hiddleston chuckled. “You are a blunt little thing, aren’t you?”

Don’t call me little or else we’re going to end up on your desk.

His smirk widened.

“I’m not afraid to speak my mind, Professor.” You licked your lips.

Professor Hiddleston laughed, tossing his head back. “My office hours are at 3:30 tomorrow. Come with your textbook and an open mind to learn. I’ll make sure you’re ready for the test on Friday.” He announced, grabbing his briefcase. “Maybe I’ll even show you a trick or two…”

You were the one who smirked this time. “A trick? Are you claiming to be a trickster?”

His eyes glanced over at you one final time.

“My middle name is Trickster, Darling. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You could’ve sworn you saw him wink at you. As Tom made his way out of the classroom, shuffling a hand through his blonde hair, he made a beeline for his spacious office. He was thankful Cambridge gave up one of the largest rooms to him that a faculty member could have… He had quite a lot to bring with him.

You were hurrying to meet up with Stephanie and Gavin, the three of you deciding to go catch a movie.

While you were hauling out to your friends, Loki had reappeared once his office door was closed and locked. He looked out of the window and immediately pinpointed your frame as it scattered towards the waiting car. His raven locks touched his shoulders as his piercing blue eyes watched you.

You were a naughty little thing…

Loki replayed your erotic thoughts over in his mind. He knew from the moment he walked into the classroom, there was a presence unlike anything else. A sudden pull was etched into his frame and he centered upon you. Little did you know, he also had heard your suggestive comment from the first day of classes.

How you would drop to your knees for him.

The more he studied you, the more he chuckled.

He’d make you kneel.

He wasn’t expecting to uncover such an interesting individual with his short time as the alias of Tom Hiddleston, but he wasn’t going to deny the pleasure it brought. You made his head spin with your utter bluntness, but maybe that’s why you intrigued him so much.

You weren’t afraid to speak your mind.

Or have crazy thoughts.

As he logged onto his computer to try and cover any tasks he had outstanding, his phone buzzed. He grumbled when he saw the string of emojis appearing across the screen.

LOWKEY I LEARNED HOW TO TEXT 😀🍎🚗💻🍎😃🐶🐭

Loki’s lips pulled into a tight line as he registered the name to be his brother. How the fool grasped the concept was beyond Mischief. He certainly had to fumble around and learn the mechanics of a cellular device, especially when he appeared as Jonathan Pine.

He learned how to deviate and ruin evidence, too.

Loki then realized Thor had the audacity to spell his name wrong.

Brother… Do you have to re-learn spelling? That is certainly my name, but incorrect spelling.

He pressed send and sighed.

Moments later, his phone pinged.

I TRIED TO SPELL YOUR NAME AS LOWKEY BUT IT KEEPS TRANSLATING TO LOWKEY.

Loki grimaced. “Seriously, Brother?” He questioned.

Brother, please tell Banner to teach you how to use a phone.

He put his phone away and focused on the bright screen ahead of him. He discovered the roster list for his class and immediately found himself stumbling across the various names.

His breath caught when he saw your name. There was your photograph, your smiling face greeting his blue eyes.

“I’ll figure you out, Darling. I just hope you don’t figure me out.”

~

Later on in life, he suddenly mounted the role of an ex-military soldier who fought on the lines in Iraq named Jonathan Pine. Loki found himself under this agenda running a series of hotels in which he was proclaimed as the Night Manager. Yet even there, he found himself getting into bouts of trouble, especially when he found himself falling for dear Jemima, his darling Jed. But once the spout of fun was over… It was onto the next one.

Another one bites the dust, right?

Loki was never fond of Midgardian tales about this… gorilla the people were scared of, but then he suddenly had a taste of it for himself when he flickered his switch and found himself in the well-fit body of Captain James Conrad. Loki remembered the moment he shapeshifted back into his true form, just to take a breather. His eyes widened when he took on a much paler appearance, his raven hair now taking over the blondish-brown short style he once carried.

“Why do I do this to myself?” He asked himself quietly. It was the first time he nearly got caught performing the magical essence of shapeshifting. His partner along for the journey, Mason Weaver, stumbled in. He was quick to teleport himself into another room, his back pressed firmly against the wall.

“Conrad?” She called. Loki squeezed his eyes shut, knowing that if he shapeshifted now, he risked the green fog leaving from underneath the door. Clearing his throat, he put on that strong commanding voice.

“Yes?”

“We need to get going,” Mason informed him.

“Be there shortly,”

His voice tremored, the royal-esque dialect he opted mixing in with the commanding voice of a Captain, that it caused Mason’s ears to perk.

“Are you okay?”

“Mmhm,” Loki quickly responded. He was thankful when the door closed, giving him a breath of relief. Quickly shapeshifting back into Conrad, he gazed down at his exterior. The tight blue shirt hugged his defined frame and he saw his gun tucked away in the corner.

“Again I ask myself… Why?” He sighed.

Once that journey was over, he was onto the next alias. He could hardly stay put for long, or else suspicion may arise. Loki always thought about teaching at some point. He was a true lover of the stars and literature, Thor always mocking him for the skilled taste he shared of the subject.

“You’re the one who deals out lightning blasts, brother.” Loki reminded him. “God of Thunder or what have you.”

Thor immediately found himself closing his mouth, insisting on not delving into the conversation. Loki always outsmarted his adoptive older brother, as he truly found himself to be the more competent one. But yet that was a matter of opinion to most.

When Loki was deciding on his next alias, he was very set on a professor outlook. It would give him the quietness he so desired, while he could teach something he loved to students who would need his help.

Ruling them…

Yes…

Alright, Loki, that bit was over a long time ago, cut it out.

Loki sat up one night, thinking of just who he could become when suddenly, it struck him out of nowhere.

Tom Hiddleston.

That was an educated name, was it not? Professor Hiddleston. Loki smiled to himself.

Oh, but what would he look like? Of course, blue eyes, and blonde hair. Would he really need to change his lookup drastically? He liked the length of his hair, so he opted to keep it. He promoted a slightly darker color than blonde, but he maintained the hues of light to dance across his now brown hair.

Facial hair was a definite add-in. He liked the idea of having a slight beard, so long as he kept it groomed. Loki opted for a similar frame he currently held but kept his attire strictly professor. He traded in the tight-fitting t-shirts, the jeans, and combat boots for tailored suits. He discovered Ralph Lauren really piqued his fashion sense and therefore, his closet was suddenly armored with fine fabrics.

Convincing Cambridge they needed a professor, he used his manipulation techniques to score himself the job of an astronomy professor.

“Okay, Tom,” Loki said to himself in the mirror. “Something’s missing.”

He scanned his features, gently touching his jawline. He then realized.

In the snap of his fingers, a pair of glasses appeared over his eyes. He offered himself a cocky wink.

“You are ravishing, Hiddleston.” He growled with a low laugh.

Loki Laufeyson was now Tom Hiddleston.

And the show was about to begin…

~

“HURRY UP!” Stephanie, your best friend since kindergarten, exclaimed as the two of you hurried out of her car. “It’s the first day of classes and you’re about to make us late!”

Gasping, you flung your bag over your shoulder. “Well, I’m sorry! It was a late night!” You groaned.

“You were reading fanfiction… When you should’ve been sleeping!” She shot back at you. London had started to dribble with rain, the overhead sky full of gloom, yet your body was pumping with excitement. It was a cloudy October morning, the chill of the air sending shockwaves through your body as you fought the bitter cold.

“YOU WERE READING WITH ME!” You countered her. “Puddle, watch out!” You said, easily jumping over the massive water puddle. Stephanie let out a squeal as she clambered forward, taking her turn to jump over it.

“We’re seniors in college, Y/N. Shouldn’t we be a little more serious?!”

“Says the one indulging in smut alongside her best friend while we drank wine!” You laughed quickly, shooting her a quick look. “How much time do we have left?!”

“FIVE MINUTES, RUN FASTER!” Steph screamed at you. You were already catching the various looks of students around you, but you hardly cared.

“Please tell me this guy’s class is on the first floor!” You groaned. “My legs hurt!”

“Second floor, babe! GO!” The two of you finally rushed inside, ensuring not to slip on the floors. Nearly falling into the elevator, you and Stephanie stood beside each other as she hurried to press the 2 on the keypad. When the steel doors finally closed on you both, that’s when you stared straight ahead at your buzzing reflections.

Stephanie’s curly hair and gorgeous face donned a pair of glasses, her body dressed in the coziest sweater and fashionable boots, an overcoat to protect her from the chill. She looked all pieced together, as she always had.

You were donning a pair of jeans, a red sweater which you borrowed from her, and she had the decency to curl your hair for you this morning, all in the name of being your best friend.

The moment you two suddenly glanced at each other, you made an awkward noise with your throat which sent Stephanie into a fit of laughter, you soon following. When the doors finally opened and revealed the second floor of Cambridge, Steph checked the room number.

“Room 120,” She informed you. “We have one minute.”

Grabbing her hand, you started to run faster until you both reached the end of the hall. Slowing your steps down, you two exchanged a quick look before prodding your way inside. As you rounded the corner of the entrance, you were met with many faces who all turned their eyes over to you and Stephanie. The two of you exchanged a worrisome look, seeing the dark-haired male with olive skin grinning back at you two, his hazel eyes flickering.

Gavin Reed was your third addition, thus creating the Three Musketeers. He ushered the two of you over, you and Stephanie ducking your heads.

“Where were you two?!” He exclaimed. He was the big brother type within your group, always looking out for you and Stephanie in any way he could.

Stephanie and you pointed at each other. “She made us late,” You said in unison.

Rolling his eyes, he sat on your left side, Stephanie to your right.

“Any idea who this professor is?” You asked quietly, Gavin turning his eyes up at you. He shrugged, opening the class folder on his laptop.

“Professor Hiddleston?” He looked between you and the screen.

You smirked. “Sounds hot,”

Stephanie rolled her eyes. “Can you not be blunt for two seconds?!” She hissed.

Blinking, you stared at her in shock. “We wouldn’t be best friends if I weren’t blunt! Remember? The first day I met you, I said,” - “Plaid doesn’t go with stripes. We were six, Y/N!” Stephanie cut you off.

“I still remember when you said my haircut looked like my mother placed a bowl on my head and cut around it…” Gavin muttered under his breath.

“Was I wrong?” You pointed at yourself. Stephanie and Gavin both rolled their eyes at you with a smirk.

Your attention suddenly deviated to the clearing of someone’s throat. All eyes snapped forward to the front of the room, where your eyes beheld the sight of him. Dressed in a pair of tight-fitting dress pants and an emerald-colored dress shirt, he donned a black sports coat over his shoulder, held in place by one long finger. He scanned the room, his iridescent blue orbs sealed behind a pair of framed glasses.

As he watched the room, seeing how many faces adjusted to the sight of him, he couldn’t help the smirk that plastered his face.

He looked like he was made on another planet, that’s how gorgeous the man appeared to you.

“Good morning,” His voice boomed against the walls of the seminar room. That’s when your jaw unhinged, Stephanie catching the sight from the corner of her eye. She immediately threw her hand out to close your jaw.

“Stop drooling,” She whispered, noticing the glistening line of drool that began to trail from your mouth.

“I’m Professor Hiddleston and I’ll be leading you through Astronomy this semester… Allow me to formally say, please do not hesitate to come forth if you have issues. I do love to lead students onto the path of success. I believe behind every great person is a leader who ensures proper wielding of the road ahead. That’s my goal. To bring you all to the end of the semester, with success.”

As Professor Hiddleston erupted with his introduction speech, your eyes were glued to him. Blinking rapidly, you weren’t sure if your jaw unhinged again, but despite Stephanie not reaching over, you assumed it maintained position.

“He’s so hot,” You whispered under your breath.

“Stop it,” Gavin pushed you this time.

“I’d drop to my knees so quick for him…”

“Y/N!” Stephanie hissed, slapping your shoulder, but the noise was loud enough to bring Professor Hiddleston’s eyes to the middle where you three sat. Immediately, Stephanie and Gavin turned their eyes away from the daring eyes of the mystery man, but you?

You maintained intense eye contact.

And you were quite positive… You saw him smile.

“Let’s go over the syllabus, shall we?” He asked the student body who all started to pull their syllabi from their folders. You continued to stare at him, the flame igniting on your skin.

You weren’t sure just who this guy was…

But you were going to find out.

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