Tom Hiddleston and Loki Laufeyson Imagines

Mr. Hiddleston (Pt.1)

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warnings: age gap, highschool student x teacher.

setting: school

story type: dark-fic

(A/N): this story contains things that may be found disturbing to others. Read at your own risk.

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My pencil dragged across my notebook sheet, doodling absentmindedly. Class had started five minutes ago but the teacher hasn't arrived yet. Very professional. I snorted to myself, then heard the classroom door open, followed by rushed footsteps. My eyes glanced up to find a very attractive man. Woah.

"My apologies class. My tardiness is very unprofessional." He chuckled.

He's british too? Someone pinch me. This has to be a dream.

"I hope you all have had a good morning. My name is Mr. Hiddleston, I will be teaching you history and Shakespeare," He smiled. "Your first assignment is to read this passage of Shakespeare," He held up a sheet of paper, "Then complete the questions. Let me know if you need help with the assignment and I will be happy to assist you."

The assignment was easy. I flew through it in ten minutes. I had read this play at least one hundred times if not more, I knew it like the back of my hand. I shyly stood up, placing my paper in the tray, and returned to my seat. I could feel the stares on my back, no one else was close to being finished. My cheeks flushed.

I felt a gaze on my red face.

I mustered up enough courage and looked up, finding Mr. Hiddleston staring at me with a puzzled look on his face, "Are you finished?"

My cheeks flamed. Oh god someone get me out of here. Someone put me out of my misery.

"I am." I said, nervously meeting his gaze. "Have you done this assignment before?" He asked. His brows pulled as if he was trying to figure me out. Can't he ask me after class? When no one else is listening? This is so embarrassing.

"N-No, but I have read the play-- a lot." I stammered. His puzzled look turned into a smile. Dear God why must he be so attractive! Isn't he like 40?? There's no way. This has to be a dream, a fantasy. I pinched myself underneath my desk.

Nope. Not dreaming.

"You enjoy Shakespeare." He guessed, his smile widening into a grin. His smile was absolutely precious-- a smile that could grow flowers. "I do, I read it in my spare time. I've done a few of his plays here at the school." I returned the smile, becoming a little bit more confident. The other students weren't paying attention anymore having lost interest in the conversation about theatre.

"Which work of his is your favorite?" He asked, leaning back in his seat. I noticed he had rolled his dress shirt's sleeves up, exposing arms with delicious looking veins. I could only imagine how well built he is underneath..

I shifted nervously in my seat before answering.

"Hamlet and Titus Andronicus are my favorites," I smiled softly, "I know them like the back of my hand along with Romeo and Juliet, but I don't enjoy that one. I only know it because of school." I chuckled.

His eyes sparkled as I named off Hamlet. That must be his favorite as well.

"Hamlet is a favorite of mine as well. The play for the assignment is not very popular-- I'm surprised you know it so well." He said, his eyes skimming over my paper, "Every question on your assignment is correct."

I felt the entire class's eyes on me yet again, my face turning bright red as the boy next to me practically stared into my soul. Mr. Hiddleston seemed to notice my blush, and his next words shocked me.