Melissa, 23, lady of misrule, cinephile, anglophile, hopeless dreamer, hand talker, yoga enthusiast, actual singer and frustrated actress living a Tom Hiddleston appreciation life.
asgardians in the tardis
(A/N: This is a Fem Vamp and Freddie Page fic, I just wrote this like right this second and I haven’t gone through it fully so there might be some grammar errors here and there, if so then you can let me know and I’ll fix them. Be nice to me I haven’t written in a long time so I really hope you like it. Let me know what you think of it)
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As the haze begins to fade I soon find myself looking down at his pliant body, my breath is quick, my lips hanging open. I’m down on my knees, on my arms I cradle his once warm form and soon after I regain consciousness the guilt hits me with the same cruelty I had just shown to him.
I can still taste him in my lips, a drop of his blood falls from my chin onto his forehead. Crimson red it contrasts sharply against his fair skin, with my thumb I wipe it out, trembling with both fear and adrenaline.
His eyes no longer had that sparkle I had seen before, they don’t even look blue anymore, but they fight to stay open and look up at me, accusing, questioning. I can only look away and cover his eyes with my shaky hand.
I look at the sky, my arms still tightly wrapped around him as if with that I could change what I had just done. I curse myself and my nature with nothing but hatred and disdain as tears fill up my eyes. The night, as always, my only witness.
Once again I look down at him and I smile at the peaceful look on his face, his chest barely moves as his breathing begins to fade and I can hear his heart beating slower each time. Tears roll down my cheeks as I look upon him. “I’m sorry” I whisper and very gently I place a kiss on his forehead.
I’m still shaking, through my veins now runs his blood, filling me with adrenaline and life, his life, a life I had stolen without showing the smallest shred of mercy.
As gently as I can I finally let go of him, his face falls to one side, exposing the wound on his neck. Two thin lines of blood fall from the barely visible puncture wounds, and I leave him, his body now lies there in the middle of nowhere. “I’m sorry” I say once again and begin to walk away, disappearing into the darkness as I always do.
“Almost there, I hope you’re ready for me” I was sitting on the couch right across the door, legs and arms crossed as I waited for him to finally arrive. I felt my heart skipping a beat as I read his text message and I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down, nerves and anxiety had already taken over me, my imagination flying high and taking me to places I only ever knew with him.
I took my time to get ready for him and after a couple hours everything was perfect, my skin felt so soft, it had the scent of that body lotion that always drives him insane. My hair perfectly tousled in beautifully soft curls that fell down to rest right above my shoulders. My lips had the color of the deepest blood contrasting sharply against my skin. “…nothing but those black heels. You know which ones” Those were his exact words but the night was colder than usual for me to wait completely bare so I made up my mind to wear my black silk kimono, it was probably the only instruction I didn’t follow to the letter.
The room was empty, as he requested, I had moved everything to the next one leaving just a chair right in the center of it, windows and blinds closed, the lights on but very dimly and nothing else that could distract us from each other.
After months of not seeing each other I wanted nothing more but to please him but I very well knew this wasn’t a completely selfless act, I knew I was in for a treat as well, for our previous conversations always ended with us shamelessly confessing all the things we were dying to do to each other, sharing all the memories we reached to when our nights turned cold and lonely, when we sated our own needs with thoughts of our bodies together, of our lips meeting and our voices breaking as we gave way to our pleasure, feeling nothing more than raw ecstasy as we became one.
I heard the front door opening and I immediately jumped up the chair and fixed my robe, smacking my lips together as I bounced my hair up I walked away from the chair and towards the window, my back now facing the door from which he was about to enter. I held my breath feeling my heart galloping in my chest.
His long legs had no problem to find mine under the table. We kept it all cool and proper over the surface while our touches and caresses would get more eager below it. He had hooked his feet behind the legs of my chair to slowly pull me a little closer, pushing his own chair forward as he did to have an easier access to the skin he could very easily feel as the fabric of my summer dress opposed no resistance to move under his playful touch. He had been playing with me since the evening had started, sitting right in front of me at our dinner table. Cheeky grins, little winks and flirtatious smiles. One or two very intimate references only the two of us could ever get and I would smile and blush while trying to hide the effect he was having on me. His harmless gestures I would return without hesitation as I played along with our little flirtatious exchanges, but we couldn’t do more than just tease each other as sitting there with us were two of our closest friends.
He looked at me attentively as I spoke, leaning forward as his eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips making him lick his own every time his gaze would fall upon them. I don’t really remember what I was talking about when I suddenly felt his long fingers on the soft skin of my inner thighs and I couldn’t help the heavy exhale that involuntarily left me as I felt him caressing me. Very quickly he had retrieved his touch from me and immediately placed both his hands behind his head, fingers intertwined as he leant back and imitated the strange look Linda and Jamal gave me, doing as if he didn’t know what had suddenly caused such an intense reaction in me, reaction that I had attempted to pass as a simple shiver owed to the chilly breeze.
A firm and determined strut as the guards came closer and we could almost feel the ground shaking beneath us, we could hear their swords clicking against their armors as they moved towards the cell and he immediately turned round and looked at me, my eyes wide open with fear. I had been there with him for days, maybe weeks and I knew that every minute that passed was an offense to my land, to my people but mostly to my King.
I wasn’t afraid of my punishment, I was conscious that I had committed treason and for that I had to pay, I trusted that I was strong enough to endure whatever consequence this would bring upon me but it was the realization that his end was near what scared me more than anything, the thought of his heart never beating again and his eyes never looking into mine ripping off of me whatever bravery I still had of the soldier I once was. This was a battle neither of us could ever win, a battle neither of us ever wanted to fight.
His sparkling green eyes staring deep into mine, I could see them filled with fear and pain, all of that hidden behind a thin curtain of fake resignation. He held my face between his hands and leaned his forehead against mine, like trying to calm me down and it reminded me of the times I saw Thor doing the same thing to him in battle. He would press his forehead against Loki’s, his hand on the back of his neck and he would talk to him, his voice thunder strong as it filled his brother’s heart with strength and courage in those crucial moments where he needed it the most, and now he was doing this to me, but I couldn’t hear his voice, that cruel and ruthless metal keeping me from listening to the sound of his words, from my heart being lifted by his spirit, vicious obstacle that kept our lips from meeting. Here he was being the brave one, even though we both knew he was the one who had more to lose, even though we knew he was the one who would lose everything.
“So… what do you think?” He said and sat down on the sofa, his hands on the back of his head and he closed his eyes taking a deep breath, we were both exhausted, but after a flight of nearly 20 hours it was to be expected. I can never sleep on a plane and neither can he. I took of my sunglasses, still dragging my suitcase I looked around. I was stunned by the beauty of everything around us and I didn’t really know where to look at. I took off my cardigan and placed it over my suitcase, I left it there and walked past him without saying a word, the crystal doors of our balcony were already open and the sheer white curtains were blowing with the morning breeze. “It’s beautiful” I whispered to myself as I stepped out.
The view was simply breathtaking, the sky and the ocean both so blue and clear you could barely tell where one ended and the other began. The wind felt humid and slightly cold against my skin and I shivered, taking a deep breath I brushed my hair back, stretching myself. The sound of the ocean so beautifully calm and hypnotic and I closed my eyes as I leaned on the glass balustrade, the wind blowing my hair in all directions and I sighed in deep contentment as I focused on the soothing sound of the waves crashing on the beach, for the first time in a long time I felt at peace.
He is very different from any other man I’ve ever known, so sweet and passionate, charming and mysterious, smart, funny. I don’t think there’s anyone out there that’s quite like him, no one that even comes close to him and for that I was afraid, afraid of what I couldn’t help to feel for him because I knew I wasn’t allowed to. You can’t control that, I couldn’t do it and I fell for him, so very deeply, I loved him with all my heart and soul, and every time I heard him laughing, every time we touched, every time he looked at me with those beautiful eyes that one could never quite tell what color they are, I loved him even more. The pain this brought upon me was something I never knew I could feel, this strange form of bliss that comes to fall down in a matter of seconds and turn into the most devastating pain at the single and smallest reminder that the deepest feeling I ever felt for anyone wasn’t requited.
Very quickly I realized I couldn’t go on living like that, pain was consuming me and as weeks passed I started to feel him different towards me, he just wasn’t the same, there was something different in his eyes, in the way he looked at me, in the way he kissed me, something had changed, and that only made my resolve all the more clear. I had to go back home, leave while I still felt alive, I knew that I had to take the first step, be the one to make the decision because I knew I couldn’t survive if he was the one who told me we had to go our separate ways. Control, it’s always all about control, or at least pretending to have it, I thought that if I could say to myself that I was the one who made the choice it wouldn’t hurt as much.
I’m not sure when this whole thing began, when I was conscious of it perhaps it was already too late. I used to call him, I used to whisper his name at night, thinking about him in my most intimate moments, offering myself to him as I surrendered to the flame that invaded me every time I thought about him. How foolish of me to never think of the consequences of my actions.
When I started to notice strange things happening around me I wasn’t scared, the fact that I thought it to be somehow amusing was another dreadful mistake of mine, small things at first that wouldn’t get much attention from me, small noises, shadows, lights flickering, windows and doors opening and closing by themselves, and every time I would blame him for them. “Loki, stop it!” I would playfully say when something like this happened. “Welcome back, Loki” when a door opened by itself, addressing him like he was there, I used to even call him to see me, teasing him, tempting him, offering myself to him, picturing him watching me as I showered or got dressed, I could feel a rush of excitement whenever I thought that he might be there, looking at me, and I used to tell him that I was his to claim and that it was a matter of him to come and collect.
“I can’t do it” I said while putting my jeans back on, he was still laying there, a wide grin on his face and he wouldn’t even bother to get under the covers. “It’s just a couple of months, maybe less” He said, smiling all the while. I picked up my bra and rolled it up to put it in my pocket. “My school break is almost over and I need to work, I need the money for when I get back” He sat up. “Then work with me” I put my t-shirt on, pulling it down. “With you? What do you mean?” He got out of bed and picked up his boxer briefs, jumping up on one leg as he put them back on, I smiled. “You can be part of my team, sort of like an assistant or something” He walked towards me and I looked at him puzzled. “I mean, it would be a good excuse for you to stick around, besides, you would meet lots of people in the business, it will be good for you, and me” He held my hands tightly and looked at me with those beautiful eyes that suddenly seemed so blue that the sky itself would pale in comparison. “Come on darling, I would love to have you with me” His thumbs stroking the back of my hands as he awaited my response. “I don’t know” I never thought I would refuse such a thing, or that I would even give it a thought.
If he asked you to go away with him and leave everything behind, would you do it? I used to think I would, leave everything in a heartbeat and without a question, but in reality it wasn’t all that simple.
“And that’s a wrap!” Everyone started cheering and clapping, members of the staff and actors all hugging and congratulating each other, and there I was, standing there looking at the beautiful chaos with a stupid grin on my face. I wasn’t planning on joining the excitement and I just held onto my clipboard and kept smiling, watching everyone come and go and absorbing everything, thinking how much I would miss this, how much I would miss everyone.
And then someone grasped my shoulders from behind and turned me around, it was him. For a moment there I stopped breathing and I was reduced to just staring at him with the same stupid grin that had been stuck on my face all day. “We made it!” He triumphed, I could feel my heart beating faster, his smile so bright and flashed directly at me, his eyes sparkling with joy and I couldn’t speak a single word before he hugged me tightly and twirled me around, I laughed, feeling his feathery hair tickling my face, I closed my eyes breathing in the scent of his cologne, smiling. He placed me back on the ground and winked at me before running towards Chris with his arms extended at him, I couldn’t help to laugh as I saw him dancing with Chris as Scarlett filmed them with her phone, Jeremy laughing at them as Robert sneaked up behind him to playfully slap his butt, this was all so surreal and I fought the urge to record everything with my phone.
His gaze lowered yet his head still held high, he didn’t even look at me as I entered the room, I couldn’t help to feel bad for him, many times I had been behind him in battle and now he was but another criminal under my watch. His face was bruised and scratched, his hands restricted by chains but it was the metal muzzle that gagged him what made me cringe, I knew right then that I wasn’t the right person to handle his imprisonment. He looked at me, I bowed, after all he was still a royal, I walked up to him without saying a word, his gaze piercing through me, cold, heavy.
I stood up before him, looking up at him like asking for permission, he nodded slightly and at his gesture I grabbed his arm, I wondered if he remembered me from the battlefield, many times we had fought the same battles, yet I knew he had no reason to, since I was just another soldier. This time it was my job to take him to his prison, it wasn’t something that I did on a regular basis but I had been told that it was Odin himself who requested my assistance, apparently the whole issue of the fallen prince facing Asgardian justice wasn’t something Odin wanted to make public. We walked through the dark corridor that led to his prison cell, it was a very secluded area of the palace, not by accident Odin had gotten it located right beneath the Destroyer, as we had been walking and he never opposed any resistance I wondered if this amount of precautions were necessary, the chains, the gag, the Destroyer, he looked more like someone who was resigned to his fate, I knew he had already been through days of incessant punishment and it was all ending with this, his indefinite imprisonment. We got there, the door was open and before I did anything he entered the cell and sat on his bed, I went inside behind him to make sure everything was right before leaving, there was nothing much to inspect, just a small bed on a corner and a bathroom on the other side, I looked at him again, his eyes sunken in, under eye circles indicating exhaustion, he even appeared thinner than I remembered for his cheekbones looked much more sharp.
I walked up to him to make sure he wasn’t hiding anything that could serve him as a weapon, he stood up and I began to search him, his clothing was very simple, all black with no particular detailing, no place where he could be hiding anything, “Turn around, please” I said to him, he turned around slowly, I patted him randomly around his hips, arms and legs, but when I touched his back a small cry came from him and he bent down in pain, “I’m so sorry” I said and stepped back, at this he stood up straight and turned around to face me, I saw pain in his eyes and it was obvious he was trying to hide it.
