Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Loki - Fangirl

        Don't go into the meadow, you think as you see two deer grazing on the side of the road.  You turn up the volume of your radio, which was blasting Zedd's "Find You."  You had just come from the bookstore after coming from Comic Con, so you were still on a high from all the excitement.

        You hear a vibration, followed by a whoosing sound.  You turn down the music and smile as the car fills with the sound of the Tardis.  Immediately, you know who it is, putting the phone on speaker.

        "Hazel Grace," you hear your guy best friend say.

        "Augustus Waters."

        "How was Comic Con?"

        "It was amazing!  I didn't lose my wallet, and, you'd be proud of me, I got the cutest Percabeth picture ever."

        "YES!" you hear him exclaim on the other end.

        "Plus, Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone were there, and they even let me ask a question during the panel session."

        "Really?!  I can't wait to see it on YouTube!  What did you ask?"

        "I don't remember, I kept on getting lost in Spidey's eyes and accent."  (Y/G/B/F) laughs.

        "Im surprised you didn't stay nearby for the night.  You've got quite the trip to make."

        "What, and miss the Suzanne Collins and Veronica Roth book signing?  Nah uh, no way.  What are the chances that they'll accidently book the same Barnes and Noble again at the same time?"

        "Fair enough.  Please be careful."

        "You have nothing to worry ab--"  You let out a scream as the car jerks and jolts.  You put down your phone as you park the car to the side of the road.  Unbuckling yourself, you get out the car to see the damage.

        "What, what happened?!"

        "I think I hit something, hold on."  You look behind you, seeing a body.  You scream.

        "What?!  What's wrong?!"

        "I think I ran into someone."  Instead of driving away in a panic, you run up to the person.  You freeze as you recognize the clothing and the hair.  You don't know whether to scream or to squeal.

        "(Y/G/B/F)."

        "Are they okay?!"

        "I just ran over Loki."

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Loki's POV

        What in the realm was that? I think as I come out of my blackout.  Slowly, everything, once all blurry, comes into blurry.  I feel a couch beneath me, and my vision sharpens on various living room items.  There's something wet against my forehead, and I grab at it.  It's a clothe, and it's quite cold.

        "Good, you're okay," a voice rings out.  I turn, and it's a woman with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes.  If I hadn't known better, I would have mistaken her for an Asgardian.  She was that beautiful.

        I go to get up, but dizziness and a headache pull me back down.  The lady comes up to me, placing another damp, but warm, clothe on my forehead.

        "Don't do that."  Dipping the other rag into a cup of water, she gently wipes at my chest, which I noticed to be bare.  I wince, hot water coating various cuts and wounds.  I go to move, and she tries to hold me down.  She drops the rag, making me howl in pain.

        "That hurts!" I yell at her.

        "If you hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much!" she snaps back.

        "Well if you hadn't ran into me, this wouldn't have happened!"

        "If you hadn't come back here to cause havoc, I wouldn't have ran over you!"  I'm taken back.

        "How did you know I was here to take over?"

        "You were talking while you were knocked out," she says, picking up the rag and dipping it back into the water.  I clutch onto the couch as she tends to my wounds nicely again.

        "Did you ever have medic training?"

        "Not my division."  She looks up at me.  "I'm usually a photographer, but right now, you need my help."  I go to sit up.

        "I don't need you, you dull creature.  I can take care of myself."  I go to get up, and after standing up, the blood rushes to my head, and I plop back down.  The woman shakes her head and cleans up the last bit of blood on my chest.

        "You know, it's okay if sometone helps you just because they want to."  She rests the clothe in the water and opens up a tube of medication.

        "That's just me being brave.  I have to be tough."  She shakes her head as she puts a bit of ointment on her finger.

        "You can be brave, Loki.  But you also should strive to be kind and selfless."  I watch her as she rubs the ointment over my wounds.  It's soothing the way she massages the medication in.

        "What's your name?"  Briefly, she glances up at me before returning to her work.

        "(Y/N)."  She gets up, and I hear her wash her hands before she returns with bandage wraps.  She kneels down by me and unravels the strip.

        "Now hold still."  I listen as she wraps up my chest, forcing the ointment to tend to my wounds.  "Listen, Loki.  We are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things."  She secures the bandage with metal clips.  "Maybe instead of getting revenge for whatever pain happened in your past, maybe you can keep moving forward and work on trying to make things for the better.  Just a thought."

        (Y/N) rises up and goes to walk away. I grab her wrist.

        "You don't know anything about me.  Why are you helping me?"

        "I know enough."  She turns more to me.  "And even if you were just a complete stranger, I've never met anyone who was unimportant.  It's my moral obligation to help."

        "Even if it meant putting everyone else's lives in danger?"

        "Maybe it would get you to reconsider.  Besides, if I didn't, it would only further enrage you, now wouldn't it?  That being the case, not helping would be illogical."  I smile.  She was smart.   I release her wrist, and she grabs the phone.

        "I'm going to order pizza, and then we are going to watch some Disney movies.  Maybe you can learn how to be kind from them."