Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston Imagines

How You Met

Tom:

I was out for a run when I bumped into someone. I looked up to be greeted by non other than Tom Hiddleston.

"H-hi" I stuttered.

"Hi" he smiled, removing his earphones.

"I'm really sorry about running into you. I wasn't watching..." I started.

"Darling you don't have to apologise... I also wasn't looking." He smiled.

"I just feel so bad... Your a celebrity and you'll be thinking that I deliberately ran into you... I didn't! I swear!" I said.

"Darling, it is fine. I never once accused you of doing it purposely... In fact... I think I almost did." He smirked.

"What? Did you just say you... W- wanted to bump into me?" I asked.

He nodded, a blush tinting his cheeks.

"Now your a fan... Would you like a photo? Autograph?" He asked, rubbing his hands together, avoiding the subject.

"I would but then again I have been running and I look awful.

"You look far from awful." He smiled.

I blushed.

"I said that out loud didn't I?" He asked, his smile fading.

"I don't mind." I smiled, his smile returning.

"Though...." I started grabbing my earphones.

"I wouldn't mind a photo in the future..." I smiled, placing them in.

"Wait... I don't even know your name..." He said.

"You'll have to wait until next time..." I smirked, running off again...

Chris:

It was boiling. I had just landed and I was stripping out of my denim jacket. Leaving me in short shorts, a white vest and a shirt I had let open.

I had been warned about the temperature being increasingly hotter than England but I didn't expect this...

"_____!" Someone shouted as I dragged mu suitcase through the waiting area scanning the crowd for my best friend.

I smiled as I spotted her and made my way over.

"Hi..." I smiled, fanning my face.

"How are you?" She asked.

"Burning up..." I groaned.

"Lets get out of here... I'm dying to introduce you." She squealed grabbing my arm.

Her boyfriend of two years had just proposed and she dragged me all the way out here to meet him.

- - - -

I had to literally drag my arm out of her grip as I went for air. A couple of friends... Yeah right!

I made my way down to the beach, taking off my sandals as I pulled out my loose bun and let it cascade down my back.

"Noisy in there isn't it." Someone said, from behind me.

I turned to see Chris Hemsworth.

"Yeah... I'm not used to this sort of temperature and it was really crowded." I said.

He smiled down at me.

I looked at the floor containing my fan girl.

"Sit with me." He said sitting on the sand.

I gladly accepted and sat with him.

"It's beautiful." I smiled, breaking the silence.

"It is." He said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and bringing me closer.

- - - -

We talked for what seemed like hours.

"How long are you here for?" He asked.

"Two weeks." I said, looking at the sand.

"It sounds crazy... We've been talking for hours but I feel like I've known you forever..." He said.

"That's not crazy." I said, my gaze locked on the floor.

"I don't want you to leave." He muttered.

Okay... That was slightly crazy.

"I have to... I live in England... I don't live here... It sounds completely stupid but its true." I said, looking up at him, locking on his gaze.

I felt him lean closer.

I really wanted to replicate his movements but I couldn't.

I put my hand on his chest.

"Chris... I can't." I said.

"Sorry... Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked.

I flinched.

"No... But... I don't... Well I do... But we aren't going to see each other ever again in two weeks..." I said.

"You do what?" He asked, wriggling his eyebrows.

"I do know you... But that's only what I hear from social media... I hardly know you for who you are... Just the image that the media like to plaster over every little detail that happens." I sighed.

"You don't have to go." He said.

"I have to..." I sighed, retuning my gaze to the floor.

"What I don't want you to?" He asked.

I smirked.

I looked up at him, locking his gaze.

"You can't stop me." I said.

"Maybe this could help?" He said, leaning in closer.

This time I didn't stop him as his lips pressed against mine.

"Please tell me you felt that?" He asked, pulling back.

"Felt what?" I lied.

He didn't reply.

I felt bad... I did. The fireworks that went off as our lips touched... The electric shock that went through me.

But I couldn't make this any harder... Before you know it I'll be in love... And then I just won't be able to leave.

I had a life back in England... A life which didn't include seeing Chris again.

"I know what your thinking... But no matter how far we are apart... You cannot deny what we both felt between us..." He said.

I smirked as I kissed his forehead and stood.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"Inside for a drink... Your not going to leave me sitting at the bar alone?" I asked.

He grinned and jumped to his feet as he took my hand and dragged me inside for a drink...