Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston Imagines

Distractions

Tom:

I was reading over my new script to normal people would seem like a small role in a TV drama but I couldn't be happier. When the media had found out it was tough. Tom and I had been dating for six months before I was asked to take part in this drama. It was hard and I tried to stat strong. Tom stood by me every second. Refusing to let anyone tear me down. To let the haters in... To give up on this opportunity to peruse something most people found impossible.

With no acting experience I was limited. I was surprised I was given a role. Or maybe they just felt bad for me.

The only comforting thing was that I was singing in a few scenes... Well not really comforting. Nobody knew I could sing apart from the producers and my parents... My voice would be out for the world to judge and critique... And I'm really nervous.

"_____... What do you want for dinner?" Tom asked.

"Not bothered." I replied, not glancing up from the script.

"Do you want a cup of tea?" He asked, seconds later.

"Sure." I said.

I heard him chuckle as I tried to concentrate.

He came back with my tea and kissed my forehead.

I took a sip of my steaming tea and almost sprayed it all over my script.

I sprinted to the sink to spit it out.

Salt? So this is his game?

"Tom..." I asked, grabbing the squirty cream from the fridge and a permanent marker from the bench.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Could you order in? I cant be bothered to cook." I said.

"Sure." He said.

I smirked as I slipped into the bedroom and hid my revenge.

- - - -

When I was certain he was asleep I set to work.

I drew a moustache and little beard just like Tony Stark sports in the Avengers movie. I then added a few doodles before squirting the cream in his hands.

"Tom... There is something on your face." I whispered, trying to contain my laughter.

He groaned and rubbed his face smudging cream all over it.

He woke with a jolt.

I burst into laughter.

He climbed out of bed with a groan.

I followed him into the bathroom to see his shocked expression.

"Sweet.... Revenge." I smirked.

"I only wanted to get you away from your script." He pouted.

I smirked.

He pulled me into a hug.

I placed my head on his chest to hear him chuckle.

I looked up at him to have his creamy hands rub over my face.

I stood in shock.

I laughed.

"At least I don't have sharpie all over mine." I grinned, wiping off the cream.

He looked offended trying to hold off the grin that slipped onto his lips.

"Your too perfect." He smiled, pecking my lips.

That I can secretly agree with....

Chris:

I had an essay to write up for Monday and its Saturday and I haven't started.

I'd been at it all morning no breaks not even for coffee, food or a KitKat.

Chris came bursting through the door around eight with what smelled like a takeaway. I grabbed the bottle of water beside my laptop and two paracetamols.

"How long have you been there for?" He asked, looking at my lazy form, still in my pyjamas.

"All day." I said, not looking up as I typed.

"You need a break." He said.

"I can't afford one... I'm miles behind." I said, moving my legs for him to sit down.

"Just for today. I left this morning at six... You were up at the same time. You need a break." Becoming serious.

"I had one." I lied.

"How long for?" He asked.

"Ermm..." I stuttered.

"Exactly." He said, taking my laptop away from me.

"No... Chris... Please!" I begged.

He shook his head.

"Let me save it at least... While you dish up." I said.

He nodded getting up.. I grabbed my laptop and started typing.

"Hey." He complained, coming back in.

"Sorry, got sidetracked." I smiled, turning off my computer.

He smirked.

He placed the plates in front of us.

I went to grab mine, but he held me back.

He kissed my lips.

I pulled back before he crashed his lips on mine again. The kiss quickly deepened before I pulled back.

"First you stop me working and now you stop me eating..." I said.

"I've been wanting to do that all day." He said, innocently.

"You could have waited." I said, my attempts to hide my smile fading.

"You cant deny me." He smirked.

I gaped, slapping his arm playfully as I went for my food.

"You aren't forgiven." I said, pecking his forehead.

"I'm not entirely sure you mean that." He smirked gettin up and chasing me...