Of a King's Request

A Hiddlesworth Fanfiction

Chapter One

He grimaced out the window, his squinted eyes looking over the small town that a lay a few miles away. It was rather a dirt poor town and he had spent every waking moment sucking them dry of their gold and silver, leaving them to trade their possessions for necessary items like food and water. Was he a cruel King? Nonsense. He offered protection for these people and damn good protection at that. He had a posted guard at every gate, corner and street. There was nobody that could enter or leave the town without being pestered and possibly thrown in his dungeon. There had been many a time where an unfortunate soul had found themselves in his dungeon, granting him the sick liberty of slowly torturing them until they confessed to their offenses and even at that, they'd best be rather grateful if the King decided to excuse their execution. He gave a frown, turning away from the window. He continued to his throne room, his long red cape flowing behind him. Was he a cold hearted King? Again nonsense. He watched his guards salute him before he took his place sitting atop his thrown. His long blond hair rested gently on his shoulders.

He leaned his chin in his hand, giving a sigh. Twas rather lonely in this Kingdom he was forced to run, though not unhappy to have. After all people bowing down to him, giving into his will and following his orders gave him a great sense of joy. Still there was something missing. As a King it was his duty to serve the Kingdom, to run everything and to ensure the safety of his people even if he sucked them dry of every possession they held dear. But he did not have anyone to share it with. He had many a suitor come to try and convince him that they are even worthy his time but they were not. He often sent them away in a fit of rage, swearing he would throw them in his dungeon otherwise. He did not care if they were royalty or not. If anyone displeased him they deserved to be tortured, to feel the pain he had to suffer just from their sheer disobedience. But now he had to solve this problem of loneliness. He was King and if he wanted, he could easily have anyone become his toy. His pet. After all everyone in his Kingdom had to obey him. Even if it was to be his tool. Though he had ravaged many, they were truly not worth his time to do so. It did ease the loneliness for a small amount of time but it would only come back stronger.

He recalled a rather handsome young man from the town who had caught his eye more than once. He didn't care much to even get to know the names of his citizens, but that boy. He had to know his name. But when he requested it from the boy he refused, causing him to get rather angry. He remembers the hard slap he gave the boy and the way he went crashing to the ground. That handsome face of his bruised and dirty, his green eyes full of hate and his black hair in a mess. But still the boy did not give his name, which caused him to bring his wrath upon the town. Increasing the taxes until they became poor. He then proclaimed a law for the townspeople to give up their possessions. Making sure to threat anyone who disagrees with death. After which he went to the town once more. Taunting the boy and assuring him he could make the madness end by simply uttering his name. Still the boy refused, leaving him in an angry state though he was still thinking of what further punishment he could rain upon the town due to the boy's intolerance. He remembers he assured the boy he would return and he would utter his name. Even if he had to bruise his delicate skin all over to get it.

His thoughts were interrupted as a guard ran through the door, causing him to glare massive daggers "My King" The guard greeted respectfully as he knelt before him "What is it!?" He snapped, clearly unhappy the guard interrupted his thought process. He watched the guard lean their head down, as if they were ashamed to look into his icy blue eyes "The town's people have run out of possessions to give. There is nothing left in exchange for their protection" His eyes widened, they ran out of possessions? He scratched his chin, his facial hair brushing against his fingers. Well now what would he do? Those damned townspeople. He glanced up at the guard, his cold eyes studying him before a smile appeared on his face.

He rose from his throne "Request two guards to go to the town center. Wait until I get there for further instructions" The guard bowed respectfully "Yes my King" He watched him scurry out of the room before he walked to his chambers. They ran out of possessions huh? He opened his closet revealing his armored clothing. He would still get one last thing in his possession before agreeing to keep protecting the people. He slipped on his silver plated chest piece, his sleeves now covered with silver knitting. He slipped his wrist protectors on and finally walked out of his chambers, heading down the hall. His stomps echoed off the walls of his Palace before he made his way to the horse stables. His guards saluting him before assisting him in mounting his horse "Make sure the townspeople are gathered around when I get there" He growled before kicking the sides of his horse, signaling it to go. He gave a small smile, the wind blowing his hair about as the horse continued to gallop towards the town. He could see the townspeople gathering around. Two posted guards stood outside the welcome gate.

He signaled his horse to come to a slow pace "My King" He smiled watching the guards salute him "Did you follow my orders?" His voice sounded deep and rather unforgiving "Yes my King, everyone was called to the town center. Two guards are waiting inside" He nodded and without another word signaled his horse to walk through the gate. He frowned, hearing the chatter between the townspeople before he appeared. He smirked watching everyone move aside as he passed through, each citizen bowing their head respectfully "I hear you have run out of possessions" He looked around, his eyes settling upon the towns speaker who looked rather frightened and why should he not be? After all if he displeased the King, he could easily have him beheaded. Though he was in a rather forgiving mood as long as he got the final possession he wanted.

He heard the speaker clear their throat before looking him in the eye "Y-Yes my King but we beg for your forgiveness. W-We shall come up wit-" He became silent upon seeing his King's raised hand "I care not for your words. You have run out of possessions. Of things to give your King in exchange for protection and just what can you do to keep that protection?" He watched the speaker shiver, everyone around him glancing at each other with concerned faces "Umm...W-We" He growled "Silence" His voice was loud and darkness filled it. He glanced around at the many frightened faces and smiled with satisfaction "You have nothing else left to offer your King, the King that offered you protection. The King that offered you safety" His smiled seeing the frightened faces increase fear.

He signaled his horse to walk around in a circle, allowing him to eye each and every one of them"This is how you choose to show how grateful you are? Pathetic" He signaled his horse to stop, his eyes glancing to the sky "And here I expected so much more from my citizens" He growled hearing someone step forward "My Kin-" He snarled, pointing his finger at the speaker "SILENCE" He heard gasps though he could care less "Though" He allowed his horse to walk around once more "I am feeling rather generous so I shall ask for one last possession and in exchange, I shall grant you continued protection" He eyed the crowd of curious eyes, trying to search for the man he was looking for but had no such luck. He perched his lips, perhaps he was in the back of the crowd? He snapped his fingers "Guards" He watched the two guards approach him, both saluting "Yes my King?" He smirked, his eyes lighting up with sick pleasure "Bring me the young man that has captured my eye" He glanced away "And do not hesitate to kill anyone in your way" The guards bowed respectfully before pushing innocent townspeople out of the way, prepared to search every house for the boy.

Tom's eyes widened, hearing the so called King request to find him. Such an idea made him sick. He found the King to be a cruel, coldhearted, bitter bluke who was more than undeserving to even have his title. He felt his stomach turn in knots, his mother wrapping her arms protectively around him. He had been questioned by the cruel man more than once about his name but refused to tell him anything. Why should he even utter a word to a man whom he did not even respect? Yes he was a King and any royalty should be praised but to cause these people so much pain just for sick entertain was something he could not forgive. He watched the guards continue to push innocent people out of the way, causing his face to twist in anger.

How is this justice? How is this leadership? You do not push the less fortunate and innocent to the ground. He felt his mother's grip get tighter, the guards still searching through the crowd. He let out a small growl "Come mother" He turned, placing his hands on her shoulders "Let us leave" His mother's face showed a scared confused expression "Thomas" His mother's voice sounded as though she had given up hope "No mother!" He hissed quietly "I refuse to be that man's possession" He looked around the guards still causing innocent people to fall to the ground by their careless hands. His eyebrows tilted in anger before he grabbed his mother's hand "Let us try to get away" He turned to walk but smacked right into someone. The force of which caused him to fall to the ground "Cease him!" He heard the King order before he quickly moved, though the guard he bumped into grabbed his arm. He struggled against his grip "No!" He shouted, his wrist finally slipping from the guards grip. He fell to the ground once more, dirt covering his face and clothes.

He heard the two other guards push their way past people before he glanced at his mother's worried expression "Come here you little brat" The first guard said, his figure looming over Tom's causing him to move. He quickly crawled his way up, nearly tripping as he ran past the many people. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his hair moving wildly around. He didn't dare look back, hearing more innocent people being pushed out of the way. He felt something grip his arm and the fabric of his sleeve to tear. He fell to the ground once more with a hard thud, letting out a small yelp as he felt a sharp metal heel hit his back. He hissed his pain, several guards grabbing his arms and forcing him up. Dirt covered him from head to toe. He could hear the desperate shouts from his mother in the background. He dug his feet into the ground, wiggling his body violently. He desperately wanted out of their grip. He would rather die than have his eyes rest upon that unjust man.

He felt his feet dig deeper into the ground causing the guards to stumble "Move it!" One of them commanded. He bit into his lip, trying his hardest to remain where was until their hand landed a swift hit to the back of his head. He felt his teeth tear into his lip, causing a cut. He let out a yelp, the pain from the guards hitting the back of his legs were causing bruises on his skin. He stumbled forward, his head hanging low. Running his tongue over his lip, he could taste the bittersweet iron as it dripped onto the ground. Their grips only getting tighter, making him hiss in pain before he was thrown. He landed on his knees, his hands stretched out in front of him. The King's laughter causing a chill to run down his spine.

He had been watching the whole scene play out, the boy trying to get away from his guards and the bruises he received from doing so. He gave a soft chuckle, here he thought the boy was smarter but than again he knew of the boy's disliking for him. He watched his guards roughly handle the boy, his lip bleeding and a generous amount of dirt laid across his skin. He signaled his horse to approach the boy still on his knees "Rather foolish to try and outrun my guards, would you not agree?" He eyed the boy's hateful glare, the scowl across his lips indicating he would not utter a word to the King. He gave a soft chuckle, his eyes scanning the crowd "I have offered you protect in exchange for the possessions you hold dear however" He glanced back at the boy, seeing the same hateful glare in his eyes "I will cease the exchange of possessions and still offer you protection if" A smirk played across his lips.

He could feel the boy's stare still on him, growing ever intense "This boy agrees to become my possession and mine alone" He heard the boy stand up "NO!" Anger hit him as he glared at the boy standing tall for the moment "You dare refuse my offer?" He questioned the boy who continued to stand, he didn't want to waste his guards energy just yet. He heard someone clear their throat and glanced over at the town speaker "Umm my King perhaps you could reconsid-" He growled, his teeth showing "You dare refuse my rather generous offer?!" He looked back at the boy, his eyes burning into his soul "I will not go with such a man as you" He could catch the English accent in the boy's voice and though this boy is the one he had his eye on, he wasn't afraid to cause harm to him. He signaled his horse to approach the boy, seeing his gentle black hair blow around. His green eyes grew darker with hate as he continued to stare up at his King.

He frowned, his eyes squinting in anger "You will come with me now" His voice boomed as he glared down at the boy noticing he was rather skinny but well-built. He had a handsome face and perfect cheekbones. His ear length hair rested in small curls as he continued standing before him. Those eyes daring to disagree with him, causing his blood to boil "You will come with me now" He repeated, his voice seeping poison. Tom's face twisted in anger, his lips spreading into a frown "And if I refuse?" His voice filled with anger something that caused the King's eyes to widen. This mere dirt poor boy refuse him? He growled and snapped his fingers "Guards!" He heard the shouts of the boy's mother as his guards roughly grabbed him.

He watched him struggle against their grip until he was pushed forward, falling on his knees once more. Though such a scene would make him smile with joy instead he found himself snarling. The boy's clothes were torn, loose even and his face covered in mass amounts of dirt. Shame really, though the boy was handsome either way. He climbed off his horse, his long blond hair blowing in the wind and the sun reflecting off his armor. He couldn't help but give a small chuckle seeing the boy's hateful glare directed towards him. Those stunning green eyes holding something that could only be described as pure loathing "That would not be wise" He responded, his accent thick and rather cheerful as he approached the boy and cupped his jaw tightly "For you shall be mine weather you want to…" He trailed off, his eyes drifting to the boy's hair before he entangled his fingers into it giving a harsh pull.

He smiled hearing the boy yelp before he leaned close "Or not" He heard the boy growl before pausing to think. He had chosen this boy because he found him the most handsome creature in this rather poor village. His kingdom lay just a few miles away and he was feeling rather lonely so he decided he needed a suitor to compliment him. And if need be a Queen. Or perhaps even a toy, this boy could be used for his entertainment after all. Just as many before him. He eyed the boy's dirty face before gently cupping his cheek. Though the boy was rather ungrateful and turned his head away "Do not touch me" Tom hissed, his hair now covering his eyes in messy curls. He growled and gripped Tom's hair once more, hearing him hiss in pain "How dare you refuse your King's touch" Tom continued to glare at him before a smile appeared on his face "And just what are you King of!?" His eyebrows were raised, a daring glaze in his green eyes as he stared straight into those blue ones.

He gave a growl, this boy really needed to learn his place. He gripped his jaw once more, making sure to leave bruises "Of you" He could feel the boy struggling to get out of his grip but to no avail. He smirked with satisfaction "And" His voice sounded cheerful as he nuzzled his nose against the boy's who still tried his hardest to struggle out of his grip "I shall be the first man to kiss you, to wed and take you. I shall have you screaming for me" He pulled away seeing the boy give a face of disgust "You may ravage me till I scream, take everything that I own including my innocence but I shall never respect nor care for you" Tom spoke with bravery in his voice, almost smiling as he saw the King's surprised expression before hearing him chuckle "How adorable" He took a few steps towards the boy, his face inches from his "You think I desire to get a dirt boy's respect or care?" He watched Tom's face turn into an expression of shock, his moment of bravery over.

He chuckled as he turned eyeing the townspeople, a smirk written across his face "I shall take this boy as my final possession" He could see the look of horror that was exchanged between the people's faces "And in return you shall get unlimited protection" His eyes lit up, a sick smile appearing on his face "Guards" He snapped his fingers once more the guards springing to his attention "Make sure" His glance turned to the boy "He does not run away" They saluted him once more "Yes my King" He watched the boy take a step back, fear clearly written in his eyes "D-Do not touch me" He repeated, causing the King to give a chuckle "Not so brave when faced with punishment I see, perhaps I shall use that to my advantage" He heard the boy yelp, his guards twisting his arms behind his back. He chucked commanding another guard over "Yes my King?" He gave a smirk "Put him in shackles" He heard the cries of the boy's mother once more "Silence that woman" He commanded darkly watching as his guards dragged her away "No let go of her!" He turned back to see the boy struggling his hardest against his guards.

The boy's face was red with tears and his hair in a mess. He scratched his chin before snapping his fingers signaling the guard to bring a dagger to the woman's throat. He almost let out a laugh, seeing the boy's eyes instantly widen "No, no plea-" Tom let out another yelp, the guards pulling up his arms in a painful manner "Do you wish to spare this woman's life?" The guard pressed the blade harder to his mother's throat, causing a small amount of blood to trickle down her skin. He could see the horror in the boy's eyes, watching the blood trail run down his mother's neck. He watched the boy lower his head "Yes..." Tom whispered, knowing full well that he could become the King's possession in exchange to spare his mother's life. He smiled seeing the boy lower his head. Almost as if he were ashamed to finally give into his King's command, of course he would have done so either way.

He gave a wicked chuckle "Than do you swear to be my possession and mine alone?" Silence filled the air, all that could be heard was the boy's breathing "I swear" He gave a smile as he signaled his guard to lower his weapon, though still have a grip on the boy's mother "You swear what?" He wanted to hear the boy say it. To tell the world that he was now the King's possession. He heard the boy give a growl and mumble the words, causing him to frown "Say it louder!" He commanded, reaching his hand out and painfully yanking the boy's hair. He heard the boy give a painful yelp, his hands still twisted behind his back "I swear I'm yours!" Tom screamed, his throat burning and his lips feeling swollen for uttering such words. He smiled, snapping his fingers once more before shackles were placed on the boy's wrists. He turned his back, walking over to his horse "Make sure they are on tight" He heard the boy yelp again as he climbed onto his horse, glancing over at him. His eyes back in that hateful glare, his lip swollen with dry blood and his hair still in a mess "I shall grant you a bath when we get to my Palace" Tom gave a growl before he was pushed forward, he stumbled forward trying to gain his balance back "Move" One of the guards commanded pushing Tom once more as he glanced back at his mother.

He felt a jolt of pain go through his heart, seeing the sad expression on his mother's face as they continued to push him. He stumbled once more before falling to the ground, hitting it with a hard thud "Get up!" One of the guards commanded as he gripped Tom's hair painfully as a way to pull him up. He hissed, his teeth clenching together before he was thrown once more. Another guard gripped his arms and roughly began pushing him past the town's welcome gate. Tom tried digging his feet into the ground once more, but the guards kept kicking his legs painfully. He hissed again, stumbling over rocks before the guard roughly pushed him. He heard that awful laughter once more as he glanced up to see the King looking straight at him "I suggest you start behaving..." He thought for a moment, he still had yet to learn the boy's name. He snapped his fingers, signaling his guards to stop "What is your name peasant?" He looked at the boy, his eyes clearly stating there would be punishment if the boy's name was not spoken.

Tom felt anger boil within his veins but he knew if he did not answer his King, there would be punishment to not only himself but to his town. The people he had known since birth and he knew better than anyone that these people had suffered enough. His teeth scrapped against his wounded lip causing him to give a silent cry of pain. He glanced around before jumping in surprise "You still refuse to tell your King?!" He stood there slightly shaken, his mouth hanging open "D-Did" He closed his eyes, taking a breath through his nose. He had to regain himself. He refused to show fear to this man "Did you not say you did not have concern for my care or respect?" He could see the King's face turn into a blank expression "I did" Tom licked his lips, giving a small smile "Than why care to even ask of my birth name?" He eyed the man sitting atop of his horse as if he actually deserved such a thing.

The King slowly felt a smile come across his face. This boy was rather educated and he spoke very bravery. He quickly gave a frown. He'd have to change that. He glanced at the boy, the same smile written across his face once more "You are right" He almost sounded as if he were congratulating the boy for speaking such a truth "However" He quickly added, the boy still eyeing him "I like to know the names of my toys" He watched the boy give another face of disgust, almost chucking "I am not your toy to use" Tom's voice was dark, unforgiving and his glare just as intense "Oh?" The King smiled "Would you bargain with the life of your mother?" He looked back at the town, the people being pushed by his guards "I can easily have her killed, right in front of your eyes even" Tom gave a swallow, his teeth grinding against each other. This man...This King was sick, cruel. The essence that he believed only could be evil.

His stomach turned unpleasantly, causing acid to burn in the back of his throat "Thomas but I go by Tom" He hissed through his teeth, not daring to even look at the King who more than likely was smiling "Thomas?" The King questioned, the name was rather polished for one so poor "And what is your last name Thomas?" He heard Tom growl, his arms shaking from anger "Hiddleston" The King smiled before he got off his horse "Thomas Hiddleston" He wore another sick smile approaching Tom who still wore a hateful glaze "And just what is your name?" He stopped, his eyes wide. Did Thomas just ask him of his name? Why should a King even whisper his name to someone so beneath him. He scratched his chin, glancing at Thomas. Then again he could grant his new toy the liberty of knowing his name before he grew bored and tossed him aside "I am Chris. Son of the royal King before me and the great grandson of the one before him" Tom let his jaw drop, his eyes turning to a confused expression before he came back to his senses "And am to refer to you by such a birth name or by your title?" Which Tom still believed he didn't deserve.

Chris smiled and crept closer to Thomas, gripping his jaw once more "By whichever you deserve my pet" He ran his fingers through Thomas's hair, watching as he squirmed "What is your last name?!" Tom shouted, his teeth bared and his hair in a tangled mess. Chris gave a chuckle, lightly slapping the other man's cheek "That my pet is something unspoken" He heard Tom struggle against his guards as he climbed on top his horse once more "Let us go shall we?" He asked with a chuckle, his horse continuing down the path "Perhaps I shall grant you a bath when we arrive Thomas" He smiled, glancing at the man that continued to struggle against his guards "And if I refuse such an offer?" He did not want to take the King's offer. He did not want anything from his King. Chris laughed and eyed Thomas "Than you shall be punished" He looked forward, seeing the very top of his Palace "Best behave Thomas" His voice was that of a taunting tone. He heard Thomas snort "Behaving for a man so unworthy of his title is not in my nature" Chris scowled but did not say a word, whatever poison spilled from Thomas's mouth would be dealt with when they returned at his palace.