Just a Hiddlesworth sketch. Pirate! Chris/Navy officer! Tom. No specific plot.
I got flu but now feel better than yesterday already.
"Pursue us," the pirate captain had bellowed, the point of his dagger whispering deadly intent against Thomas’ throat, "and watch me slice him from stem to stern."
The cabin was identical to his own, an insulting reminder that the Steadfast was too far away now for escape or rescue; every moment he’d languished in the brig was time slipping through his fingers. And when they thought that he’d wearied himself shouting and pounding on the door, slipping in the muck and filth on the boards, they’d deigned to yank him out and drag him before the infamous rogue who’d dared to take him captive.
A veritable giant from the toes of his boots to the tip of his tricorn, he regarded Thomas with cool amusement, resting a hand on the hilt of his sword as Thomas struggled to free himself and finally gave up, resigned to being tugged about like a dog on a chain. As he drew closer, one corner of his mouth curled upward, and he doffed his hat and bowed with mock courtesy. “Captain.”
"You filthy miscreant." Thomas let all his anger and contempt bleed out. "Have you the faintest notion of what you’ve done?"
“‘Course I do, Captain.” The rogue’s blue eyes glinted as he smiled. “Got a fair bit of treasury gold, and the brave and renowned Captain Hiddleston of the Steadfast. A fine day’s work, I’d say.”
"The last mistake you’ll ever make, pirate," Thomas snarled. "When word reaches Mr Pitt, he’ll see to it that you lose your head for this."
"Honest Billy. Mm. Aye, I’m certain he will. Particular friend of his, are you? "
The pirate’s gaze travelled up and down Thomas’ body in a manner so bold that Thomas found himself blushing; all at once, he recalled the pirate (whose name was unknown to him) clasping Thomas about the waist and pinning him close, bidding him to cease his struggles in a voice that was low and shockingly intimate. “We are acquaintances, yes.”
"Powerful friends, powerful family. Your da’s an earl, is he not? And your uncle, in the Admiralty…they’ll miss you sorely, I’ll wager."
"What of it? How do you know my family, you cur?"
The pirate stepped closer and put his hand under Thomas’ chin, lifting it, grasping it hard when Thomas tried to wrench himself free. “Oh, I know a good deal about you, Captain Hiddleston,” he said softly, and the deep thrum of his voice sent an unsettling shiver down Thomas’ spine. “Two prizes: one haul of gold and silver, and one captain. Hard to tell which is prettier.”
I couldn’t resist a tiny ficlet - this art is absolutely beautiful! And a tiny nod to some Hiddlebatch besides. :)
OMG This is a perfect! Thank you for writing this!!
'Is there a quality you share with your character? You (Chris) with Thor and You (Tom) with Loki?' 2/2 (x)
….Not gonna leave this bed
Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston <3<3
For Daria the Tarzan Hiddlesworth AU we both wanted so much. Non è la scena romantica sotto le stelle o il porno ma spero ti piaccia lo stesso. Happy birthday, love! ♥
AND THEN HE GIVES THE WEIRDEST EXPLANATION POSSIBLE
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Her fic inspired me to draw this drunken Chris sketch. I know this is not the best scene but I wanted to draw him leaning to kiss Tom : )