Tom And The Lie Detector Test

Tom and the lie detector test

(PART II here)

PART I , PART II, PART III , PART IV, PART V

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Yes, working on set with Tom Hiddleston was great. What Y/N hadn’t planned was she would fall in love with him. Being friends with Tom was something she appreciated. They’d shared so many experiences on set and the bond between them was strong.

However, as soon as Thor Ragnarok filming ended, Y/N and Tom had to say goodbye.

God, it was hard.

Tom went back to London and she got another job in New York. Y/N thought it was life, that she couldn’t help it. He was a celebrity and she was nothing else than his friend.

It broke her heart forever. Well, for a week actually.

Y/N knew Tom had accepted to appear on a TV show after the shooting. It wasn’t her thing, but it would allow her to see his face again.

And here he was, her gigantic dork, still magnificent, all kind and polite. Y/N sighed, fidgeting with her phone, not really listening, until a few words caught her attention,

“Well, now Tom, there is a little surprise for you tonight. We have a special guest who previously worked for the army.”

Another woman appeared on screen and Y/N frowned, turning up the volume.

“Tom, would you accept to pass a test ? It won’t hurt.” the presenter assured.

The woman started circling him with wires and what looked like medical stuffs.

“This is a lie detector test…”

Y/N chuckled. Unlike his character, Loki, Tom had never been a very good liar. This would be fun.

Tom and the detector appeared on separate screens. On the second one, needles traced his blood pressure, pulse and respiration on a paper.

“So, Tom, this is a polygraph. We’re going to ask you some questions. Deceptive answers will produce physiological responses that will be differentiated from those associated with non-deceptive answers. In other words, we’ll know when you’re lying.”

They started with a pre-test interview to establish his normal reactions. Tom was a bit nervous, rather amused.

“Is your name Tom Hiddleston ?”

“Yes.”

“Do you live in London ?”

“Yes.”

“Are you nervous ?”

“Yes.”

“Why ?”

“This is extremely disturbing.” Tom chuckled.

“Here we go. This is the actual test. Do you want to get married someday ?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever been in love ?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think everyone has a soulmate ?”

“No.”

There was a silence and a smile curved his lips,

“The purpose of this interview is now clear…”  Tom mumbled, causing the presenter to giggle.

“Are you in a relationship with this girl ?”

The woman pushed a picture of a famous actress in front of Tom.

“No.”

“Are you sure about that ?”

“Yes.”

The needles of the detector were still tracing a linear pattern on the paper.

“Is there someone out there who doesn’t know you have a crush on them ?”

Tom bit down onto his bottom lip,

“No.”

The needle slowly rose to draw a line higher than the others and Y/N’s heart sunk into her chest. Tom was a seductive man, he certainly had a crush on another celebrity. He took a glance at the paper, pressing his lips together tightly. Joining his hands, he leaned into his seat,

“I’m getting incredibly nervous, but everything I’m saying is true.” he smiled.

“Do you have a phobia ?”

“Yes.”

The lines went back to a normal pattern.

“Does this picture scare you ?”

The woman handed him a photography of a clown, causing Tom to chuckle.

“No.”

“Do you have a girlfriend ?”

“No.”

There was a silence until the woman placed another picture in front of Tom,

“Are you dating this woman ?”

Tom cleared his throat, observing the photography,

“Oh well, this is Y/N. No, I’m not dating her.” he chuckled uncomfortably.

Hearing her name, Y/N listened more carefully, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Do you like her ?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like to date her ?”

Tom did his best to not show any emotion, but Y/N knew him. She could see his eyes slightly widening as he adopted his usual poker face.

“Not answering to this one.” he slightly smiled, shooting a gaze at his agent who was hiding behind the cameras, a grin across his face.

“Do you love her ?”

Y/N’s heart started racing in her chest. Were they even allowed to ask this type of questions ?

Tom shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose as he laughed. It took him a moment to recollect himself. He looked back at the TV presenter, inhaling deeply before he held his breath, delivering a high pitched “No ?”.

The needle instantly went up on the paper and Tom gasped, burying his face in his hands,

“My goodness, that was unfair. I hope she’s not watching this.” he blushed, leaving Y/N breathless.

Oh yes, she was watching this.

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Imagine going to Ikea with Loki, and he’s able to pronounce everything perfectly.

All that you wanted was a new sofa for the apartment that you and Loki had gotten. He was still on the run from the Avengers, but he had been sick of watching TV while sitting on the lawn furniture that you made do with, so he decided that he was going to come with you to pick it out.

“After all, I am used to the finest furniture in Asgard. Let’s see what you Midgardians have come up with.” He said, smugly. You always rolled your eyes when he talked about his former life in Asgard, and you hoped to find something comfortable enough to shut him up.

“This one seems nice.” You said, sitting on a plush three-cushion sofa. It was immediately comfortable, and you nearly sank right into it. You looked at what it was called and tried to pronounce it. “Eek-torp?”

“Eik-torp.” Loki corrected, looking embarassed on your behalf.

“You speak Ikea?” You asked, standing up and looked at him oddly.

“It’s Swedish.” He said, like it was obvious. You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards other sofas until you found another with an odd name. You pointed at it.

“Fry-het-in?” You attempted. He corrected you and you wouldn’t even know how to spell what he just said. The rest of the trip ended up in you pointing at random words and him pronouncing them. He kept putting up with it, just to see how wide your eyes got when he pronounced a particularly difficult one. That was the only thing keeping him from getting annoyed and dragging you out with the first couch he could point to.

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Old and New Traditions

Based on this: “ What about a “reformed” Loki (still alive after Endgame) learning about Christmas and deciding he deserves to get himself a gift after all the terrible things that happen to him and all the things he lost over the last decade. He decides he wants you and he’s ready to start a family to make up for the one he lost. Some dark holiday breeding? (; ” requested by anonymous but I fucked up and forgot the breeding bit, sorry.

Warnings: noncon sex (oral, fucking), magick.

Note: Here’s some Loki love, y’all. Didn’t edit very much so typos are probably a given.

Hope y’all enjoy. Like and/or reblog!! <3 Reblogs really help especially since I haven’t been getting many.

It didn’t feel like Christmas. There were no lights, no carols, no flagrant ads for the holiday bustle. It seemed there was an unspoken accord to forgo the holiday. The world’s morning blackened even the brightest times.

Well, everyone was alone this year, in one way or another. Maybe they had someone left but there was also another missing. It was just you and your sister and she still lived in another city. 

She visited once since the disappearances. There was nothing to say. Not face to face. So you sent courteous messages, pretended that you were still as you were. But you weren’t.

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There is a…an enormous kind of…just a very great threat on the state of peace in Asgard and the Universe […] and the only person who can help, for better for for worse, is Loki. It’s kind of like the A-Team. What’s that thing he says…

Loki being forced to watch his lover getting tortured in front of him

I love writing stuff like this.warnings: angst, physical and mental brutality, torture

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Enchanted chains are holding down Loki. The god is on his knees, dark rings around his eyes and a grim expression on the face. The chains prevent him from using his magic, so he can only sit there and stare at the person in front of him, some disfigured-looking alien.

“Where is the Tesseract?”, the being demands to know.

“I already told you, I don’t have it anymore. Neither does Asgard. I guess you’re coming a little late.” Loki’s voice is angry, but still filled with his typical arrogant tone. “And now you better let me go. If you do, I might show mercy and won’t kill you.”

The alien laughs, slapping Loki’s face and leaving a red bruise there. “You are not in the position to demand anything. You do exactly know where the Tesseract is. You are obsessed with it. But if you refuse to speak, we have to make you.”

Loki just chuckles, rolling his eyes. “Do what ever you want. Torture me, I still cannot tell you where it is. I simply don’t know.” And it wasn’t a lie. After the happenings of New York, Loki had never seen the Tesseract again. Maybe Odin had hidden it somewhere in the 9 realms, or they kept it on earth.

“Oh, we won’t torture you, don’t worry.” The alien turns his back at Loki, calling one of his henchman. “Bring her in!”

The door of the cell opens a the henchmen bring in a young woman. Instantly, Loki’s face turns white and he starts to pull on his chains, causing enomous pain in his wrists. It was you, the person that means the most to him. His lover, his heart, his life.

“You better take your filthy hands off her, or you are going to regret it”, Loki growls with a deadly gaze. The alien ignores him, looking at you. You stay confident, chin up, returning his look. “You heard what my king said. Let go of me, or you’ll regret it.”

The alien chuckles. “I see why he likes you. So strong, so independent, so confident. It would be a shame if someone breaks you.”

With these words, he punches his big fist into your stomach, causing you to groan. “Y/N!”, Loki screams, “Leave her alone! She has nothing to do with it!”

“It’s okay, Loki. I received harder punches back in time. I can stand it”, you say between clenched teeth, staring hateful at the alien. He just grins, turning back at Loki. “So, where is the Tesseract?” “I told you I don’t know!”

Another punch, this time in your back. You fall on your knees, trying to ignore the pain in your spine. You have to stay strong. You won’t give him the satisfaction of breaking you. And you won’t let Loki see you suffer because it would destroy him. He needed you.

“Mh, you are a brave girl. Let’s see how you deal with this.”

The alien takes a strange device, aiming its tip at the back of your neck. He pulls the trigger and suddenly you feel a pain which is incomparable to anything you have ever experienced.

You feel like every organ in your body is torn apart. The blood in your veins seems to freeze, your brain close to exploding and you cannot breath. There is only one thing you can do: scream. Loudly, shrilly, and painfully.

“Stop it! I can’t tell you anything!” Loki’s voice sounds far away, but it is full of fear. And suddenly the pain is gone and you sink to the floor, your whole body trembling. “Y/N!” You try to lift your head, meeting Loki’s painful expression. It is a mix of fear and rage.

You take a breath and manage to smile. “It’s okay, Loki. I-I’m fine…please….d-don’t worry.” Both of you know it is a lie, but you have to say it. You don’t want him to suffer. Don’t want him to blame himself for what these bastards do to you.

The alien smiles again. “So, Loki of Asgard, King of Jotunheim, master of mischief. You keep lying? Won’t tell me where you hid the Tesseract?”

“I DON’T HAVE IT ANYMORE! MAYBE ODIN DOES! OR THE MIDGARDIANS! JUST LEAVE HER ALONE THE FUCK!”

“Is that so. Well, maybe you are actually telling the truth. But how should I trust you, god of lies? I think we should check if you are really telling the truth.” And again he uses his infernal device on you, longer this time. Your shrill screams echo in the cell, and Loki feels as if his heart breaks into pieces.

All this years, he only wanted you to stay safe. And now you are here, being tortured for things he triggered in his past. He will always blame himself for what is happening to you right now.

But except for his self-blaming, there is something else seething inside of him. Rage and bloodlust. He’ll make them pay for it. He’ll kill every single one of them in the most brutal way. He’ll extinguish their whole species.

And he’ll make sure that you stay safe. That you can recover from this torture. That you can forget it one day.

Spurred on by his own thoughts and feelings, Loki feels all his power, all his might, summoning in his body. The enchanted chains do not matter anymore, neither do the weapons of the aliens. With one smooth movement he is back on his feet, the chains falling from him. The leader of the aliens stops your torture, looking at Loki in surprise. Meanwhile, you stay laying on the floor, drifitng into unconsciousness. Loki, however, looks at the alien cold-eyed. The energy of his might is almost audible, like a low crackling.

“And now”, he says, his voice only a sharp whisper, “You’ll pay.”

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I had to write an ending like this, I just love the picture of Loki taking a revenge for his lover. I hope you liked it!