Little did I know back in June, when I first conceived of Project Wendy as a way to celebrate both the man and the fan base, how far this idea would go. But due to some spectacular Twitter fortune in the form of first Josh Horowitz from MTV and then Tom himself tweeting about it, Project Wendy ended up trending in the US, UK and Italy.
As a result of Friday’s wildly successful flash mob, interest has skyrocketed; so in order to ensure all those who wish to participate have the opportunity, the submission deadline had been extended until Sunday, 16 September at 23:59 GMT (London time).
I am deeply grateful for and humbled by the enthusiastic reception this little bit of lunacy has received. It is more than I ever dared dream. I also am overwhelmed with awe and love for this fandom, and all the support I’ve received. The success of Project Wendy is all because of you - and all for you. You. Guys. Rock. Now let’s show dude what Real Power is. Hiddleston Army - ASSEMBLE!
@twhiddleston: #ProjectWendy is hilarious and insane and foolish and wonderful. You guys. Way to make a man feel great. http://www.whosay.com/twhiddleston/photos/222881 http://www.whosay.com/twhiddleston/photos/222882
Dude’s #ProjectWendy contribution, jumbo size version. I almost can’t look at these photos because of the overwhelming emotion associated with that moment. But they need to be here for very specific
#VCHreasons…
Chapter 3 (and all previous chapters)
___Chapter 4___
You can’t fill your cup until you empty all it has
You can’t understand what lays ahead
If you don’t understand the past
You’ll never learn to fly now
Till you’re standing at the cliff…Steve was content. Rain pattered at the windows and grey clouds leaned against the glass; he was buried deep within his covers, half asleep, but there was no reason he had to wake up yet. No villain to fight, no one who needed his help, nothing. Hugging his pillow closer, he let his mind drift off again, and started to slip back to sleep, when he felt a hand on his hip.
“W—what?” Steve’s mind jerked awake and he tried to pull away, but the hand’s grip was steadfast.
Before he could figure out another plan, a silky voice whispered quietly, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
The voice clicked. Steve went very still, his eyes widening. “Loki?” he asked hoarsely, trying to turn his head towards him. The dregs of sleep were still clouding his mind, and he was confused. He was pretty sure he was alone when he fell asleep last night.



