Make This Go On Forever

Chapter Two

A/N: So, I realised that I need to make up a schedule for Strictly, as the original collides with everything I've planned. So please, know that I know this.
Also, I may have forgotten Bobby in chapter 1. Shame on me, but he's in this now, getting in on the action ;)
Please, let me know what you think :)
Also also, here'll be smut. A little bit.

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„Thomas William Hiddleston!“ It’s more a screech than a shout, and Nina knows this. But how dare he not tell her this? How dare he make her find out on the internet first, and then his social media account which he hasn’t used in forever? Oh no. Thomas William Hiddleston is not going to survive this evening.

She just needs to find him first. From the office she makes her way to the hallway. It’s suspiciously quiet, but then again if she were him, she wouldn’t dare to announce her presence either now.

And then she hears a cabinet door open and close in the kitchen. Aha! His love for sweets always gets him in trouble somehow, why should this be different?

Nina pads along the hallway and stops at the open door to their kitchen. There he is, one hand still holding the cabinet door, the other holding a piece of chocolate.

He’s standing half with his back and half with his side to her, and Nina can see a faint grin forming on his lips. He knows she’s there. But does he know what she’ll do next?

With a shout she runs towards him, and before Tom can properly turn around, she’s on him from behind, her legs tightly locked around his waist.

The momentum propels them forward a bit, and with one hand Nina manages to snatch the piece of chocolate from him, while her other arm tightly wraps around his shoulders.

“Hey!” She has no idea if the offended tone in Tom's voice is more about the chocolate or the attack, but he deserves both. “Hey, hey, hey!” He’s laughing now, making it so very hard for Nina to keep her face straight. She’s happy for him of course, but how dare he not telling her everything?

“A series, Tom? A Loki series? More stories to tell, more mischief to make, more to come? Really now?” Just for good measure she slaps his chest, holding on a bit tighter.

Tom laughs on, and now Nina can’t hold it in herself. “You meanie! This is fucking huge, Tom! And you just didn’t tell me. I’m mad at you!”

“Are you though?”

“Very,” she pouts, still slapping away. That is until Tom grabs hold of her feet in front of his stomach and starts tickling. “No! Tom! Stop!”

They’re a laughing mess in the middle of the kitchen now, Tom swaying back and forth trying to tickle her while at the same time trying to stop her from swatting at him. Nina just tries to hold on.

Eventually they bump into the small kitchen table they only use for rushed coffees and toasts or as an additional counter whenever the baking and cooking gets too messy (it almost always does).

Instead of falling backwards with her, Tom manages to sit Nina down on it, using her surprise to make her let go and turns around, standing between her legs, caging her in with both of his arms on either side of her hips. They’re still giggling, both catching their breaths.

Nina looks at him, really looks at him. She hasn’t seen him this delighted in a while. Not about anything work related at least. Of course he’s been happy. He has a great family, great friends, they’re happy together. But he also missed shooting a movie, she can tell.

“You’re happy,” she smiles, the fingers of her right hand brushing a stray curl back from his forehead.

“I am.”