Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Tom and Loki - It's Real Pt. 2

Tom's POV

        "I didn't do anything," I call out, a darkness surrounding me.

        "You took her from me," a voice calls out, and I can recognize as my own.  Figures of Loki surround me.  "You knew the gravity of your crimes."

        "I'm so sorry.  I swear, I didn't mean it--"

        "What more could you or anyone possibly take away from me?!"  The eyes of the images grow angry.  The figures disappear as one, the real him lunges at me and pins me to the ground.  He goes to pound my head, but I dodge, making his fist hit the unknown floor.  I push him off and run, seeing a door open and light flooding into the dark abyss.  He grabs me by my ankles and drags me back, and I struggle to get free.

        "Please, I didn't mean to."

        "She loved me first!  She's mine!"

        "I just wanted her to be happy."  In a final attempt, I break free, but the floor gives way under my feet, and I start to fall.

        I startle awake, my breathing short and my heart pounding against my chest at an alarming rate.  I hear more thumping, and I dart my head in the direction of the noise.  It's coming from my bedroom door, a soft, steady stream of tapping.  I rise from my bed and open the door, me still out of breath.

        "Are you alright?  I heard screaming."

        "Yes, yes I'm fine."

        "Okay."  She brushed her hair, now flowing freely, behind her ear and looked at me with red, puffy eyes.  She had cried herself to sleep.  I felt bad for waking her up from maybe finally getting some peace.  I take her hand and go to lead her to the bedroom, but she takes us downstairs.  I laugh.

        "What's this for?  Are we getting a glass of milk before bed?"

        "No.  Neither of us can sleep, and downstairs has your laptop.  Maybe it's parenting can help us fall asleep."

        I laugh sleepily.  "Maybe the TV can help."

        "What's a TV?"

        "It's like a laptop, but bigger."  She sits on the couch.  I get a good look at her, and smile.  She looks at me, wonder and curiosity in her eyes.

        "What is it?"

        "It's time I introduce you to the magic of Disney."  I pop in The Jungle Book and sit back down on the couch.  Halfway through, I feel (Y/N)'s head come to rest on my arm.  I bite my lower lip.  She felt extremely soft, angel-like.  I lifted my arm and wrapped it around her, and she nuzzled her head closer to me.

        Why would anyone want to hurt you? I thought as I lifted her up.  It felt so right to carry (Y/N) bridal stye, just as it felt right that she was wearing one of my dress shirts and a pair of my boxers and shorts as pajamas.  Her head rested right over my chest as I lead both of us up the stairs and into the geust bedroom.  She woke up a bit as I laid her back into bed.

        "Tom?"

        "Shh," I coaxed, smoothing out her hair.

        "But Tom, what if he doesn't come back for me?"  I pause.  That thought hadn't even crossed my mind.  I was so sure of his arrival.

        "He'd be stupid not to."

        "But what if he doesn't?"  I place a kiss on her forehead, hoping that it would soothe her breaking heart.

        "We'll think of something then."   I stroke her cheek and gaze into her eyes before forcing myself to head to the door.  "Now go to sleep, (Y/N)."

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Loki's POV

        It had been 8 days.  8 days, 192 hours, 11,520 minutes, 691,200 seconds and counting too many.  I craved to have her in my arms again, to taste her lips, to run my fingers through her hair, to cause her radiant smile, to look deep into her eyes and lose myself in them.  I wanted to hear the stories she wished to pen, the sights and scenery she wished to draw, the adventures she wished to have.  And I wanted to be a part of every moment of it all, by her side as she dared to dream.

        Put simply, I missed (Y/N).

        I walked strategically around the halls of Asgard.  Each day, I watched the guards, and each day, I calculated how to perfect escape without using my illusions; Odin had taken away my ability to do so.   I watched as the guards turned and waited for just the right moment.

        Not yet.

        I swear I could smell her perfume, the sweet scent increasing the more I anticipated for this moment.

        Now.

        I silently ran, using the tips of my toes and the softest of material to speed by.  I hid around the corner and waited for the precise moment.  There would be no more resting, no more waiting hours.  It was now or never.

        I bolted past more hallways, past dozens of guards until I finally reached the rainbow bridge.  I laugh, not believing that I had finally done it. I don't stop running until I'm in the Bifrost, Heimdall guarding the glorious portals.

        "You finally came," he says.  He could see very far, even into other realms.  It was a blessing and a curse, seeing all the joy and all the pain at once.

        "I would try over and over again for the rest of my life if it meant seeing (Y/N) for even a second."  He glances over at me briefly before returning to his mighty stance.

        "I misjudged you.  I didn't think you could love."

        "(Y/N) is special, even if no one else here appreciates her."

        "She was a maid."

        "She was mine, and that's all that matters."  (Y/N)'s family had been more, so they denounced themselves, mainly the children, to become indentured servants all over Asgard.  (Y/N) became my maidservant.  It took me a while to find out, but after she told me why she was serving me, I did all I could to free her and her family from slavery.  I couldn't stand to see her so miserable.

        "How is she?"  Heimdall sighs.

        "Your father knew how to break you."  My face radiates concern.

        "What do you mean?"

        "The person he sent her to.  His facial feature resemble yours, and his voice, if it were morphed a little, would even sound like yours."  Tears well up in my eyes.  I would see myself in the life I could've had with her.  Odin did know how to mock me with my own face.

        "Is...Is she happy?"

        "On the surface, yes...but deep within, she's shattering, she's torn."  He turns to me.  "It's killing her, your highness.  She's dying from a broken heart."

        "Please...can you make me see her?  She needs me."

        He looks at me.  "I am bound by honor to our King. I cannot open the Bifrost to you."  With that, he walks away, his sword still stuck in the panel.  I smile and operate the panel controls as he looks back at me over his shoulder.

        "Thank you," I mouth before he leaves.  With a final push of a button, the Bifrost opens.