Tom Hiddleston and Loki Laufeyson Imagines

Mr. Hiddleston (Pt.3)

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warnings: age gap, highschool student x teacher, sexual harassment
setting: school
story type: dark-fic
- warning! this story contains topics that may be uncomfortable to some readers, read at your own risk-
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    (four months have gone by at this point in time)

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    "Ugh! That's too cliche Thomas!" I groaned, my head resting in my palms.

"Oh come on Y/N, it's not that bad." My teacher laughed. I had grown extremely close with Mr. Hiddleston over the short months I had been in his class. My feelings for him were stronger than ever and I couldn't be happier, finally having a friend.

Hell, my feelings were so strong that I had applied for his class next semester and my senior year. I could never get enough of him. He had an incredible sense of humor, a heart of pure gold, and he never failed to put a smile on my face.

No one has ever stuck around as long as he has, and I will forever owe him for that.

"It is that bad." I groaned, my voice muffled by the palms of my hands. He laughed harder this time, giving me his signature grin.

It was five minutes into the lunch period. This had become our "hang out time" as he called it. He was such a dork. I don't know why he doesn't have any friends either, he was an amazing person.

I was currently sitting next to him at his desk discussing ideas for the final scene of my play. He insisted on helping me finish it, and I desperately needed the help.

And the extra time spent with him.

I fell head over heels for my fucking Shakespeare teacher. Of all the people in the world, my teacher. I'm going to hell. No amount of holy water could save me from this. Not this time.

He took the pencil from my hand and scribbled down another cliche romance idea. I snorted and erased it.

"Hey! That was a good one." Tom exclaimed, watching in horror as I erased his writing. I laughed evilly and blew the eraser chunks.

"Not this time Hiddles." Oh! That was a good nickname. I'm definitely keeping that one.

"Hiddles? And you say my ideas are bad." He playfully rolled his eyes. I smacked his shoulder and narrowed my eyes in his direction. Asshole.

A knock on the door pulled us out of our playful banter, his serious mode returning.

Jacob Scott entered the room, making a beeline for me. I tensed and Tom immediately took notice of this. I hadn't told him, but Jacob was starting to freak me out. It started with him asking for help on his assignments and quickly turned into him practically stalking me.

"Hey Y/N, can I talk to you for a sec?" He asked, his eyes flickering between the handsome Brit and my bewildered face. "Uh— sure I guess. I'll be right back Mr. Hiddleston."

He lead me into the empty hallway and pinned me against the wall, his hands on either side of my head.

I gasped and froze, not knowing what to do.

"You," he pointed at me, then pointed his index finger at himself, "And me. Dinner. Tonight."

"Um..I don't know Jacob—" I started, but was cut off.

"I wasn't asking. It's happening. Make sure to wear something hot, I want my friends to think you're sexy too." He smirked.

My mouth fell open. What the fuck???