Lawfully Wedded ~ Tom Hiddleston

OO2 ~ Night

It's late when you finally reach the front door of your home again. You're dying to get out of this dress and go to sleep although the night after your wedding should be the one to do, you know what. 

It's not really what you want to do if you have to be honest with yourself. This day has cost a lot of energy, positive energy of course, and all you want is to pour yourself a glass of wine, get comfortable on the sofa and get through the gifts you two got. And after that, you just want to go to bed because you need to get up early to catch a flight.

'If you allow me.' You hear a whisper in your ear what makes you giggle and set goosebumps over your body. 'By all means.' You aren't even done speaking yet or he already hoisted you up in his arms. You laugh as he carries you inside the house, your face hot when realizing how incredibly cliche this is. 

When he puts you back down, he wastes no time in kissing you tenderly. You pull away and you tug him with you into the house to see the gifts all set on the dining table. Your family have helped to bring it from the venue to here. You're so grateful! 

'Why don't you,' You let your fingers crawl up his blouse. 'Pour us a glass of wine and then I'll go change into something a bit more comfortable.' He only smiles as you walk away. 

Upstairs you slip into a long shirt with some runner shorts and thick socks. It's not the most sexy thing in the world, but then again, you're not trying to be. Back down, you grab your glass from Tom and together you rummage through the gifts you got. 

'Oh my gosh! They got us freaking Waterford candle sticks! Do you have any idea how expensive those are?' You're not going to lie, it is astounding you at how much everything is worth. But candlesticks? Those things last for a few weeks and that's it.

'Apparently,' Tom grabs the card and scans the page. 'Cate thought our house might smell like diapers all day.' You shrug and smile. 'Well, she's not wrong.' That's right. Who would have thought that Cate Blanchett attended your wedding? Fucking nobody three years ago. 

He laughs and nods. 'Oh! I have some good news! I wanted to wait until after the wedding because it's work related but guess what?' He spikes your attention and you put a set of luxury scented candles down. You specifically asked for these because you liked the smell so much. 

'What?' You're happy he waited but you are also happy that he got himself a brand new opportunity. At least, that's what you think. He has a wide grin on his lips and you can't help but return it. 

'I have been asked by Kevin Feige and Jon Favreau to take up the part of Loki again in a tv-show.' He says and watches how your eyes grow wide. 'What? Really?' You ask, not believing that one of your favourite Marvel characters is going to return. 'Yes, really.' You jump into his arms while atttacking his face with multiple kisses. 'Oh my god! Tom! I'm so excited for you! And truth be told, for me too.' You chuckle and get back on your own feet gain. 

Right as your feet hit the ground, you see a bright flash coming through the large living room window. Both your head shoot towards the flash but there is nothing to be seen. You shrug and think nothing of it. Perhaps it was just a car driving by with its headlights on. 

Unfortunately that is not the case. Another bright flash lights up the dimly lit living room and this time you see a dark shadow like being outside. 'Oh hell no.' You whisper, Tom trying to stop you but you shake his grip off of you. For the past months before your wedding, paparazzi have been snapping photos of you obsessively to try and get something to write about. Whether it be positive or negative. You're sick of it, disgusted so to speak. 

Where you once enjoyed reading about your favourite stars, you now realize that it's hell. You never see them coming until it's too late! You are well aware that you chose this life, you made the decision to pursue things with Tom and you couldn't be more happier. However, the people working at gossip magazines and talk shows should show some respect for you and your privacy. If you're lucky, you won't have to deal with this on your honeymoon.

'Excuse me, sir?' You walk out of the house to approach the dark figure. When you come closer, you see that it's a female photographer. 'Oh, I'm sorry. I mean, ma'am.' She raises her eyebrow. 'May I ask why you are snapping photos of me and my husband at our private home?' You stay polite, though you want to lose your temper. 

She gives you some vague reasons about her work and that she's writing a piece about your wedding day. 'I just wanted to have some photos of the happy couple together at home.' Now it's your turn to raise your eyebrow.

'I kindly ask you to never do that again. We have our privacy right. We can't do anything about photographs being taken from us on the street on broad daylight or maybe even in the evening but in our home is across the line.  We could sue you for it. And your company.' She apologizes but it's not enough. 

'Do you do this often? Peeking inside the homes of others or not?' She nods, a smug grin on her lips. 'Never caught before until it's too late.' Wow, how did no one press charges against them? 'Well, I suggest you back off and leave us alone.' You want to walk away from her when you hear the click of the camera. Even the flash is visible in the corner of your eye. 

'Excuse me?' You turn around again and see her running away. You want to chase her down but Tom interferes with your plans and pulls you inside. 

'I can't believe this! How can they get away from this? I know that this life is making us prey to the paparazzi but in our own home! I will sue them! I will tear down her company! I will- I will ruin her!' You rant and you can't contain your rage as you storm back into the living room. 

'Relax! Don't beat yourself up over this. This is what they do. This is what they've been doing for three years now.' You shake your head furiously. 'Honey, they never, ever made photos of us at home. What the fuck are they thinking?' Bad thoughts are molding in your brain but you quickly push them away. You mentally curse yourself for even thinking so bad. That's not you.

For the first time since you ran outside, you look Tom in the eye. He looks understanding but a hint of annoyance is present as well. You don't know who that annoyance is directed to. To you or to the woman. 

'I promise you, darling. We'll get to it first thing when we get back.' 

What are your thoughts on the Loki tv-show? I'm already very happy they asked Tom again. What are your expectations and what do you really want to see? Personally, I would love to see humour in it like they did in Ragnarok. 

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