Tom Hiddleston and Loki Laufeyson Imagines

First Date (Tom)

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warnings: none

setting:  restaraunt

story type: fluff :)

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Y/N's POV:

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    I slipped my feet into my black stilettos, checking my appearance in the mirror for what felt like the thousandth time tonight. My best friend Tom had asked me out to dinner on set just a few short hours ago. I knew that this was a different kind of dinner-- not that I was complaining.

My best friend just so happens to be the Tom Hiddleston. Yeah. You heard me.

Infuriatingly good looks, piercing blue eyes, heart-melting chivalry-- I could go on for days.

A firm knock on my apartment door pulled me from my fantasies.

I opened the door to find a very good looking Tom in a dark blue suit. It was my favorite one he owned, he looks amazing in it. The color with his eyes and strong jawline are enough to make any girl faint.

His eyes raked over my figure not once- but twice before giving me a signature Tom Hiddleston grin.

"You look so beautiful Y/N." Tom said, giving me another once-over. I felt my cheeks darken as I slightly bit my lip.

"Thank you Thomas, you look very handsome." I said, giving him a smile. I watched as his cheeks dusted a light shade of pink before he offered me his arm, which I gladly took. His scent washed over me as I stood almost flush against his side. He smelled of mint with the slightest bit of something spicy that I couldn't grasp.

He lightly jogged to the passenger side door of his Jaguar, holding it open for me. Ugh-- I will never get over the chivalry. Never.

I smiled at him and slipped into the seat, clicking my seatbelt into place.

"Where are we going Hiddles?" I asked once he had started to drive. He chuckled and grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together. My heart skipped.

"Well, since this is our first date, I am taking you to your favorite restaraunt and then I thought that maybe we could go for a stroll at the park?" He said, looking at me for approval. I grinned, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. 

"Tom, that sounds wonderful!" I beamed. He grinned back at me and placed a soft kiss against my knuckles, "Anything for you, love."

I blushed at the nickname and turned my gaze back to the window, trying to hide my reddened cheeks. He chuckled and went back to driving, keeping our hands entertwined.

Tom pulled into the parking lot and got out, rushing to my side. I rolled my eyes and smiled as he opened my door for me and extended his hand. I placed my hand in his and held it as he walked us to the doors.

Of course, Tom being Tom, he opened the door for me and wrapped his arm around my waist. My cheeks flushed at the closeness of our warmth as the hostess lead us to the table.

The table had a single white vase with three yellow roses poking out, a classic white tablecloth, and two white plates. I felt myself instantly swoon at the sight.

"Oh Thomas-- this is beautiful!" I said, turning to meet his loving gaze.

He smiled warmly at me, "Not as beautiful as you my dear." I smiled wider and pressed a kiss to his cheek, making a blush darken his stubble. He pulled the chair out for me and then sank into his own as the waiter arrived with our menus.

"What can I get you to drink miss?" The waiter asked, his gaze traveling a little to far down my neck. I cringed inwardly. "Water please." I said, trying to remain as polite as possible. "I'll have a water as well." Tom said.

The waiter scurried off to grab our drinks, and I turned my full attention back on Tom.

"Ugh. I hate hormonal teenage boys." I groaned, tracing my finger along the soft petals of the roses. His brows pulled. "He was checking me out." I said, laughing and pulling the top of my dress up. His expression turned slightly sour as he watched the teenage boy walk back over with a smug look on his face. "Here you are." He said, placing the waters down on the table. He pulled out his notepad, waiting for us to order.

"Are you ready to order angel?" Tom said, placing his hand on top of mine. I smiled. I knew he was trying to show-up this gangly teen and it was precious.

"I am. I'll have the (F/F)." I said, handing the boy my menu.

The boy smiled at me and wrote my order down before reluctantly turning to face the gorgeous man in front of me. I placed my hand under my jaw and tilted my head slightly, giving Tom the most loving look I could muster up. I wanted him to know this puny teenager had nothing on the god-like man in front of me.

"I will have the fish and chips please. Thank you." Tom said, flashing him a smile before meeting my gaze. The boy grabbed our menus and slipped a small paper onto my napkin before blushing and running off to the kitchen. I furrowed my brows and let go of Tom's hand, reading the paper.

Of course. I rolled my eyes and handed the paper to Tom, who was looking a little heated.

"Careful Thomas, your Loki is showing." I joked, throwing him a wink and laughing.

He smiled at me and laughed before reading the note. His face flashed with irritation as he tossed it aside. I grabbed his hand and laced our fingers together, placing his hand against my cheek and nuzzling it. This seemed to ease his snake eyes.

"Jealous of a 16 year old Hiddleston?" I said, raising my left eyebrow and smiling. He rolled his eyes and laughed. I leaned forward to where our noses were centimeters apart. I could hear the waiter coming, so I did what I knew would ease Tom's irritation.

As soon as the boy came into view I pressed my lips against Tom's gently, savouring the moment. He kissed me back softly and smiled.

The boy placed down our food with a glum smile and left.

I pulled away and pressed my nose against his and grabbed his other hand, "Thank you for taking me out Thomas. Tonight has been amazing."

He smiled and kissed my forehead, "I want to ask you something Y/N. I've wanted to ask you this for months, but I was afraid you didn't feel the same way towards me," He gazed deeply into my eyes, "Will you be mine?" He asked, cupping my cheek.

I smiled brightly and giggled, "Yes!"

He beamed and kissed me once more before we dug in.

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