My dark-haired prince (Loki Laufeyson&Tom Hiddleston x one shot)

Friends with benefits pt.1 (Tom x Reader)

This mini series pose a similar idea to my Loki mini series ---- 'Confession', go n read it if you haven't!

Warning: Some angst in this chapter....

'Hey y/n! Come with me! I have someone that I want you to meet!' Your friend shouted at you through the booming music of the party.

You had just broken up with your boyfriend. Being in the first stage of breaking up, you chose partying and alcohol as your mechanism of dealing with the pain. You weren't really hoping to meet someone, it was more trying to get someone off of your mind.

'I'm sorry what did you say?' Perhaps it's the alcohol, for the flashing lights, maybe the violent dance moves, all you felt was dizziness and on the verge of throwing up...Yeah, definitely the alcohol. 

Nonetheless you let your friend drag you away from the dance floor and making your way to the bar.

'I want you to meet...Mr. Tom Hiddleston!' Your friend chatted enthusiastically.

'Oh! Great! Nice to meet you Mr Tom Hiddleston.' You flashed him a charming yet fake smile, all you wanted was to get some fresh air. 

You couldn't quite make out his facial feature under the dim light aside from the fact the your organs felt like they switched places, forcing you to puke out your guts.

'Hey! You must be y/n!'  Tom extended a friendly hand, smiling at how cutely drunk and blunt you were. Quite refreshing compared to the glamorous Hollywood actresses he meets all day.

'Would you like-' Before Tom could finish, you couldn't help it anymore. You puked straight onto his crisp white, expensive-looking shirt. Your world kept spinning until darkness suddenly invaded your brain, taking you out completely.

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That was all a year ago, you and Tom started dating a short while after the incident, and being the gentleman that he is, he of course didn't make a big deal out of you ruining his shirt. It became a laughingstock and the 'meet cute' story that you told others as a couple.

But just as you thought everything was going smoothly, you and Tom's relationship deteriorated due to his busy schedule filming for a new Marvel film and your new project at work. You had no time for each other and both decided it's for the best to just remain friends as what you had between you no longer felt like a relationship.

Oh how you wish things were that easy.

After splitting up, the 'friendship' that you both agreed upon took a turn. Every time you met to catch up with each other you have always ended up in bed. You became... Friends with benefits.

You are now currently lying in Tom's muscular arm, listening to his rhythmic breathing, and the pitter-patter raindrops of early spring London, reminiscing the craziness you had, letting your mind float to wherever it wants. 

You had a few casual dates after breaking up with Tom, but none of them felt right, there were no chemistry and even if you were physically involved with one of them, they were nothing compared to Tom and the way he made you feel. How your lips moulded with each other's, how your head fits so perfectly and naturally in his arm.  But maybe it's the fear for commitment, maybe you've both been hurt too many times, or just this excitement of the off-record romance, neither of you brought up the idea of getting back together. And no matter how many times you end up having a fight after sleeping together you keep finding yourselves turning back to each other's embrace.

'Mmm...' You feel Tom shuffling underneath the sheet.

You turn your head, meeting his adoring and sleepy gaze, a smile filled to the brim. 

'Finally decided to wake up, huh?' You teasingly give him a peck on the lips.

'I thought you would've left, want to stay for dinner?' The joy on his face is visible, his big watery eyes pleading you to stay.

'No, I really can't, have a meeting in two hours.' The light is immediately diminished from his face. 

'So...I guess one more round?' He adds non-chalantly as you sit up from the warm nestle, you could practically hear that smirk forming. 

'Sorry Tommy, I have to get ready, but I'll see you next week?' You start putting on your clothes.

No reply. 

You sign silently, proceeding to find your socks.

'Do you wanna get back together?' Tom almost whispered.

You whip around, Tom is facing the window, tucking his hands under his head. You only regain your ability to speak a few seconds later, which felt like centuries for him. 'I...I thought we agreed whatever we have now is going to stay as it is?'

'Yes...But...but this just feels so right. And I think you know what I mean y/n.' There is a mixture of sad, hope and desperation on his chiseled face. 

After a brief pause, 'You know this will just turn out like it did last time right?' You contemplated your words, not wanting to give a solid decision yet. Yes, you do have strong feelings for the man, though still trying figure out if it's love. You and Tom tried getting back together once. Things did not work out as expected. 

'Yeah...But every time you leave, or I'm leaving you, my mind, my heart and my body just yearn to return to you. And the joy and anticipation inside of me when I know I'm about to see you. The minute you leave...I...I'm so desperate and dying for our next...rendezvous, and I just can't take this anymore.' Tom turns to meet your eyes, then slowly pronounces his following words, 'It's always been you. I mean, before I met you I never knew I could miss someone, long for someone this much. And none of it is physical! I was not aware of my capability to care for someone and love someone as much as I love you!' The second that the sentence is finished your eyes widens with shock.

'Tom...I didn't know you were taking this so seriously...I mean I didn't know that you... you love me...' You stutter, not quite knowing how to respond. 

'Just love me like the way I you.' Tom is getting a little frustrated, sitting up, his toned and bare upper body in full display in front of you.

'I...You need to give me some time.'

'Time? How much more do you need? Isn't it obvious? Haven't you ever thought about why we keep going back to each other? Are you really this oblivious? Or are you just too scared to admit that you care?' His eyes are now filled with tears. 

'Stop saying that I don't care! Haven't you seen the state that we're in when we're together? It's toxic! Tom, this is toxic!' You lightly pant, the emotions inside you right now is suffocating.

'Toxic, right? If that's what you really think of us then suit yourself.' He gets up from the bed, making his way to the bathroom, not taking the slightest effort to cover up his naked body. You could tell from the lines of his tense muscles that he's in distress. Then slam, a piece of your heart is shattered along with the door.

Hope you enjoyed, sorry for not posting for so long, have been very busy lately. 

Pt. 2?

Love,

Purpletone