Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Tom - Daylight Savings

        The sound of rain greeted you as you awakened.  You groggily flutter your eyes open, not knowing why you suddenly awakened.  Checking the time on your phone, you quietly moan.  It was six in the morning.

        Not too terrible, you think.  You usually got up at 8 to prepare for work.  Might as well...

        You go to get up, but quickly realize there's something pinning you down.  You look, and there Tom was, his head resting on your chest as he slept.  You knew he had to go out quick for a night filming not too far away, but you had assumed he would come back home later that morning.  You smile sleepily placing a kiss on the top of his head.  He stirs a bit, but doesn't fully awaken.

        Okay, easy does it.

        Inch by inch, you carefully slide yourself from underneath him.  He gently falls back into the folds of the blanket, and you softly land onto the floor.  You get up and walk out your bedroom, go down the stairs, through the living room, and to the kitchen.  You find a note stuck to the refrigerator and smile.  It was from Tom.        

        In case you wake up before I do...good morning, and I love you.

        You proceed to the pantry next to it and grab a packet of (your favorite flavor of hot tea).  Putting the bag in your favorite mug, you use the Keurig machine you had to produce hot water.  After you fix it according to your liking, you sit at the small table you had in the kitchen, your legs folded as if you were meditating.  You take a small sip from the mug, the steam soothing your face.

        A few minutes later, you hear footsteps making their way slowly down the steps.  You feel defeat as Tom makes his way around the corner.  You smile, silently chuckling as Tom looks disheveled in his dark green t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

        "Darling, it's 5:05 in the morning, what are you doing up at this ungodly hour?"

        "It's 6:05, not too terrible."

        "Daylight savings time, love, and it's Sunday."  Before you can debate, he scoops you up and carries you up the stairs.

        "Tom, my tea--"

        "You can reheat it later."

        "Is this really necessary?"

        "Yes," he says.  You smile even though you know he's dead serious.  He sits on the bed and lies you next to him, one arm underneath you.  You don't even attempt to get back up, not having enough energy yet and knowing well that he will just chase you back down and carry you up again.  Tom gets himself comfortable and wraps his other arm around you.

        "I will give you my morning 'I love you's at a more reasonable hour."  You smirk.

        "Says the person who will wake me up at any and all hours of the night if he forgets to tell me 'goodnight' and 'I love you.'"  Tom smiles as he tenderly kisses the back of your neck, humming against it.

        "Sleep is calling, (Y/N)."  Holding you closer, he nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck before resting it on your shoulder.  In his warmth and comfort, the desire for dreamland slips into your mind, and soon the onset of sleep takes over.