Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston Imagines

Happy Birthday

Tom:

I sat painting my nails ready for this 'girls night my friends had planned. You would think that 26 year olds would have matured enough to let someone stay at home the day before their 26th birthday.

They were probably trying to rub it in that I am the youngest of us. Tom wasn't going to be home this time so I had 'no excuse' to refuse.

So here I am getting ready, for a night I am probably going to regret. The only good thing is I don't drink so.. It mightn't be a good thing... The memory might haunt me forever. As I 'live a little'

The door went as I grabbed my coat.

"Ready?" They all asked in union.

I nodded. Sadly I was.

"Great lets go." They cheered.

I was dragged into a bar and everyone abandoned me in seconds.

Great! Just great! Predictable, obvious, and annoying!

I went to order a drink when someone tapped my shoulder.

I turned to see what looked like Tom.

"Could I buy you a drink?" They even sounded like Tom.

"No, I'm fine thanks." I smiled.

"____?" They said, capturing my full attention.

"Tom?" I asked.

His warm familiar arms were wrapped around me in seconds.

"It worked!" My friends cheered.

"This was all planned?" I asked.

The whole bar went silent.

I turned to look at Tom who was down on one knee.

I gasped.

"_____, we have been together for almost three years and we have known each other for longer... I want to spend my whole life with you... Will you do the honour of marrying me?" He asked, producing a beautiful diamond ring.

"Yes... Yes I will!" I smiled.

He stood, sliding the ring onto my finger before wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing me...

Chris:

My birthday this year was going to be miserable. I had just broken up with my boyfriend. We weren't really in love... Not as much as you would have expected. He acted differently with me in public. Other times he completely ignored me.

I sat at the bar in Australia. I had flown out here to visit my sister and to get away from it all.

She came over to me smiling.

"What?" I asked.

"Well since it's your birthday..." She started.

"No " I interrupted.

"I want you to meet a celebrity friend of mine." She cheered.

It was probably going to be someone who was aspiring to be a actor or singer. And it may sound harsh... But never make it.

I couldn't say no as she dragged me across the bar to where a man with blond hair was sitting. From the back he looked incredibly tall and rather muscular.

"Chris... This is my sister.... _____... She's celebrating her 26th birthday... Be nice." She said.

The man turned to face us.

It was non other than Chris Hemsworth.

I tried to hold in a fan girl smile as he grinned at me.

"Happy birthday." He smiled, in his thick Australian accent.

I smiled as my sister pushed me into the seat opposite him.

"I'm sorry about my sister... She can be a little forward at times..." I said, when I was sure she was out of ear shot.

"She's told me a lot about you." He smiled.

I blushed.. Great... This will be fun... Not. Que the blush for embarrassment...

- - - -

I smiled, as we walked along the beach we found ourselves at. Leaving the loud atmosphere of the bar to somewhere more peaceful... Quieter.

It was beautiful. I could almost imagine myself spending holidays here...

"____... Its sound stupid... We've only known each other but... I feel like I want to see more of you." He said, stepping in front of me.

Or living here...

"That would be nice.." I smiled.

We stood in an awkward silence. It was broken with the contact of his lips on mine.

"Oh.. I think I forgot to mention... Happy birthday." He whispered.

I shook my head.

"You didn't." I smiled.

He gave out a small chuckle.

"What I meant to say is that you look beautiful." He smiled.

I blushed.

His lips connected with mine again as his arms wrapped around my waist, mine wound their way around his neck...