you’re going to love again, find a job again, create art again, do what you love again, feel powerful again. you’re going to be back on track. i don’t know when, but you are going to feel like yourself again, eventually. this isn’t the end. hang in there.
Okay so I tried to find a Norwegian lullaby but I couldn’t find one I liked so I got an idea: All is Lost from Frozen 2. And I found it, in Norwegian! All the other lullabies didn’t seem soothing or calm. Also, I need more Loki with babies.
The doors to the nursery opened, and Loki stepped in. It had been a long day, and almost everyone in Asgard was asleep. Only one person seemed uninterested in drifting off to a land of dreams; his 4-month-old daughter, Birgitte. The baby was lying in her golden crib, wailing and tears rolling down her cheeks. Sighing, Loki placed his scepter down and leaned over the crib. Birgitte’s cries stopped for a second when she saw her father.
“Your mother is asleep, and here you are screaming so loud you could wake the dead,” He said. “You were peacefully slumbering an hour ago; what changed?”
Birgitte responded with more cries. Loki sighed and picked her up. His wife was asleep in their chambers, exhausted from a long day of being a mother. The pregnancy had been interesting, to say the least. Loki was surprised that an Asgardian and a Midgaurdian could have a baby at all. The doctors had assured him that his wife would be fine, that the pregnancy would go off without a hitch. Cravings were usual, and so was the pain.
the jingling of the key rattling in the lock makes your shoulders sag with relief. you’re home, finally. the weight of a long day had you dragging your feet all the way from work to your car and now to your home. after a long shift—full of disgruntled customers, and coffee spilling at the worst time, and standing on sore feet, and ungrateful managers condescendingly ordering you around—this sound, of the key unlocking the door to your home, your safe heaven, makes your heart flutter.
a/n: it’s time for the whole batfam to come together! who’s excited ?!?!? and when I tell y'all this aint even the climax. Also , cannon is what I make it to be. happy readings <3
“Oh come on!” You shout.
Looking down past the sewer grate you can see you phone. It landed with a bit of a splash and you can only imagine it’s filthy. A sewer in Gotham? There is no way you’re getting you phone back.
You’re on a time crunch anyways. So without wasting any more time you open the back car door and hop in. The driver faces the back.
“You alright there?”
No you had lost your phone to killer croc probably. But that was okay. Better your phone than your laptop. You had backed up your stuff like a month ago anyways.
Shaking your head you say, “I’m good.”
The driver turns back with a curt nod. He pulls out of park and drives onto the main road.
And maybe you’d lost a few photos and notes app things. But really how important could they have been if you didn’t want them backed up? You made a mental note to yourself to message Fallon through their Twitter DMs.
It isn’t that long a drive until the city becomes trees and trees and more trees. You have the window crack a bit and even the air out of Gotham City feels different. Untouched by the supervilllans. Not that they don’t live outside of Gotham, and if you had to take a couple of guesses Lex Luthor, who had previous dealings with Raʼs al Ghul, probably has a mansion out here.
Shit, Raʼs might have a mansion out here. He’s been around for so long- too long. That part always irked you. To be alive for that long, the mans emotions had to be devoid and frozen over. People come and go, but Raʼs al Ghul never dies.
A/N: So this started months ago as a silly little idea of Tom being taken down by a duvet cover. I started writing it back then and just finished it yesterday because I wasn’t writing. All I remember is the conversation was with @yespolkadotkitty (the spaniel in the header is NOT Bobby)
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader (more of a gen fic)
Summary: Mud and a brand new duvet cover don’t mix.
Warnings: none
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The peaceful day of morning had turned into a drizzly gray afternoon. Not unheard of in London, but disappointing just the same. Tom was looking forward to warmer weather and sunny days. Particularly to spend them with you. He headed into the bedroom to pick up the book he was currently reading when he spied paw prints. Muddy paw prints. On the brand new duvet, you purchased just that past weekend in Bicester at the White Company at a steal.
“BOBBY!” Tom’s voice boomed through the house.
He overheard the telltale jangle of Bobby’s collar as the spaniel made his way to the master bedroom. Bobby skidded to a stop when he spied Tom’s face pinched. His butt flopped against the hardwood floor just at the entryway.
“Mud on the new duvet, Bobby? The one she is so proud of?” Tom spoke to the dog as though he would respond. Slowly, Tom’s shoulders relaxed and his breath slowed as Bobby’s brown eyes peer up at him. “Bobby, you know she will have both of our hides if she sees this. Come help.” Bobby promptly trotted off down the hall. “TRAITOR!” Tom called after him before turning his attention to the bed.
