Tom Hiddleston one shot/drabble collection

The birthday cake disaster

Summary: You want to bake a cake for Tom's birthday as you're celebrating for the first time together, because normally he is away working, and you know how much he loves cake. Although not being the best baker you try your best, however the cake is more of a disaster compared to what you imagined it to be like. On the bright side Tom enjoys it nonetheless.

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You've never been the best baker, but you wanted to surprise Tom with a cake for his birthday, especially as it's the first time you're celebrating it together. Normally Tom is away working on his birthday, so with this year being the exception you had to make it special, and fulfil his love of cake.

You've been searching through Tom's cupboards for all the equipment that you need to bake his cake, after you practically shoved him and Bobby out the door, telling him not to rush back and to take his time. He didn't leave without putting up a mocking fight, he tried to stay longer by childishly planting his feet on the ground, knowing full well it would annoy you as you were shoving him out the door. He kept laughing as you tried to get him to move with all your might, however once your forehead virtually slapped against his back, as you exhaled with annoyance that's when Tom stopped being so childish. He chuckled a final time before turning to you, booping your nose with his finger, before he looked you in the eye lovingly and said "I love, darling." Then he kissed your forehead and then he wrapped Bobby's lead around his waist before exiting the house.

Despite getting annoyed by his childish behaviour at times, you loved it all the same too, after all it's what makes Tom, Tom.

As you placed all of the cake tins onto the counter top you realised none of them matched in size. There's six of them all together just sitting there in their various sizes, not that there's time to pop out and try to find one to match to have at least a matching pair, so you just grab two roughly close in size to use. Plus you'll have to do everything by hand as Tom didn't have an electric whisk, not that it bothered you, it just meant more of your love and hard work gets put into the process.

Once you have everything spread out ready you pull up a Victoria sponge recipe on your phone. Firstly you beat the butter, flour and sugar together, all seemingly going well thus far. However, as you got up to cracking open the second egg, part of the shell fell into the mixture.

"Shit." You sighed, then you grabbed a teaspoon from the cutlery draw to fish the little bugger out. Albeit the shell wasn't cooperating with you, kinda like Tom wasn't when you tried to get him out of the house. It took you a few failed attempts before you finally fished it out, and after all the eggs were beaten in the mixture you added the vanilla flavouring, adding a little more than the recipe said to use. Just because you wanted it to have loads of flavour.

Next you equally divided up the mixture between the two lined and prepared cake tins. Only it wasn't until half way through baking had you realised you accidentally mixed up the tins at some point. You uttered curses to yourself, but it was too late by this point to correct your mistake, if only you had put the other tins away beforehand would everything be fine.

Later on after the cake was cool and you convinced Tom to stay out a little longer, you had prepared the strawberries, jam and buttercream for decorating. Of course not even that went as well as you had imagined either, due to some of the jam and buttercream beginning to seep out and down the sides. As the top half is much smaller than the bottom half it didn't want to sit properly either, seemingly tilting to one side, no matter how many times you repositioned it. You even held your breath as you topped the cake off with more buttercream and carefully scattered the strawberries around.

"God, this is a disaster..." You sigh and rest your chin on your flour covered palm.

Suddenly Tom comes quietly up behind you and he wraps his arms around your waist with his chin resting on your shoulder. Initially his arm wrapping around you made you jump slightly, as you hadn't heard him come in, but his familiar scent and stubble against your cheek calmed you.

"Is that cake for me?" Tom asks excitedly.

"Yeah...it's a disaster though." You chuckle nervously.

Tom leans over you with a free hand and picks up a knife then he carefully cuts the cake, while keeping you close still, and his fingers stroke your side. Albeit before you can protest he shoves half of the slice into his mouth, crumbs and the odd strawberry falling to the floor in reach for Bobby, while some of the jam and buttercream drips onto his thumb. As he chews he hums approvingly and his eyes close to savour it as he swallows.

"Hmmm....tastes delicious, darling." Tom says and licks his lips, knowing how it drives you lustfully insane when he does that.

"You were meant to wait until after you've blown out the candles!" You reply with a mock disapproval and poke him playfully in the belly, initiating a laugh from you both.

"So, I'd rather find better use for this cake than blow out candles." He says as he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

"You cheeky little..." You stop not wanting to give him the satisfaction of you finishing the sentence with another chuckle escaping your lips. "Happy Birthday, Tom." You say softly as you turn to face him and kiss him lovingly on the lips.