Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Tom - Role Reversal

        Tom's POV

        "Earl Grey to go!" the worker calls out.  Closing my laptop, I go retrive my beverage.  I had been good staying away from coffee, but for the past two weeks, I found myself in the same local coffee shop, its environment giving the perfect atmosphere to write in.  If I'm ever going to be as good as a penman as Shakespeare, I might as well try to do everything I can.

        I step outside and head to the underground.  It was getting late.  I had some tv shows to catch up on, especially since a new season of Sherlock came out.  Also I still had to finish watching Thor.  I really needed it today.  Being laid off, and I had to still wait a week before my flight home, all my friends away--Netflix was surely needed.  And it felt weird and strange, but I actually believe that if I actually knew them, from beyond an actor's perspective, that we could be the best of friends.

        Getting off the underground, I run up the stairs.  But when I turn around the block, I smack right into someone.  I look up, and my voice catches.

        (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).  Actress in Doctor Who, voice actor for Disney, renown tap dancer, equal rights enthusiast.

        "I am so sorry, Miss (Y/L/N)!  Oh my goodness how foolish of me!"  I take off my scarf and start to use it as a towel.  She giggles.

        "It's fine, it's fine.  I'm just glad it's just warm."

        "That's not the point.  I'm pretty sure that getting tea stains everywhere was not part of your plan for today."

        "No, but hey, being spontaneous once in a while can be good."  She looks up at me.  "And by the way, it's just (Y/N).  No need for formality."  I smile.

        "Well, I'm still the idiot that spilled earl grey all over you."

        "Hey, at least I smell like home now."  Why are you making this so easy for me?  I'm already nervous as is.  The more amazing you become, the more prone I am to making a fool of myself.

        "I would be completely willing to get your outfit dry cleaned."  She gives me a warm beam.

        "Tell you what, how about you come one day to the set, and we'll call it even."  Did...did (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), THE (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), just ask me out? An impulsive giggle escapes my lips.

        "Are you serious?"

        "Why not?  It's nice not to be treated like a normal person once in a while, even if that means I take a trip to the dry cleaners."  She takes my phone out of my hands and starts pressing on the screen.

        "What are you doing?"

        "Well you weren't moving towards your phone," she says, handing me back my phone after a few seconds.  "So I did it myself."

        "Did what?"

        "Added my number.  I called myself so I have yours...wait, I didn't get your name."

        "Well "Tea-Spilling Idiot" is always available."  (Y/N) gives me a smirk.

        "Oh come on now, stop beating yourself up.  And hey, if it were that bad, I have more at home.  Now what should I put for your name?"

        "Who said I was kidding before?"  (Y/N) pretends to type on her phone.

        "Sweet Sassy Polite Ginger Man from Street Corner."  I laugh.