Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston Imagines

Christmas with His Parents

Tom:

"Is it alright if we spend Christmas with my Mam and New Years with my Dad?" Tom asked.

I nodded.

"I'm sorry, I know its hard..." Tom said, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"It's been two years... I don't understand why I haven't... It sounds so wrong to say it... To have moved on... They wouldn't want me to mope around... But Christmas feels so empty now they aren't here... And it was all my fault. If I hadn't of given them those plane tickets to Canada then they would still be here." I said, a small tear rolling down my cheek.

Tom turned me to face him and crushed me in a hug.

"It wasn't your fault. You bought them those tickets because they wanted to go. You didn't know what would happen at the airport when the landed." Tom said.

That made me cry harder.

I heard Tom curse under his breath as he held me close.

"It is not your fault... Darling... You need to stop beating yourself up about it." Tom tried.

"Why would anyone want to kill tourists coming into the country?" I hiccuped.

"Nobody knows." Tom said.

I looked up at him to see he even had tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." I said, pulling away, wiping my cheeks free of mascara.

"I just hate seeing you upset it kills me, especially when I can't sort it out." He said, a stray tear rolling down his cheek.

I smiled slightly.

"I love you. You always make me feel better.... I hate telling you my problems but it helps..." I said, looking down.

"Why don't you want to tell me what is worrying you?" He asked, lifting my chin with his index finger.

"Because you don't need to know all my problems... You have your own." I said.

"Sometimes problems can't be solved on there own. I don't want them beating you up inside I want you to tell me. I want to help you... Always..." Tom said.

He bent down onto one knee.

I gasped, rubbing my cheeks.

"_____, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you... I asked your dad's permission before I bought the ring, and I was going to ask you when they had gone but then... I never could find the right time... Now probably isn't... But, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" He asked, producing a velvet box that concealed a gold ring scattered with emeralds.

I smiled, how did I not know it would relate to Loki. He truly loved his character and got lost in the role.

"Yes... Yes I will marry you... Loki." I smiled.

He slid the ring onto my finger before standing and kissing me.

"I guess we best get packing... My Mam will get worried." Tom laughed.

"Yes, my prince." I teased.

"Stop it." He complained like a five year old, sticking out his bottom lip.

I pecked his lips before going to the bedroom to pack...

- - - -

"______, these are my sisters Sarah and Emma... And you've met my Mam Diana." Tom said as we stood on the door step

"Hi." I smiled, shyly.

I hated meeting new people.

"Honey, don't be shy they don't bite." Diana smiled, hugging me.

I smiled, reassured.

"You must be the girl Tom never shuts up about." Sarah smiled.

I blushed.

"Aww they blushed at the same time!" Emma cooed.

"You better get a ring on that girls finger." Sarah chided Tom.

"I've beaten you." Tom smiled.

"Let me have a look!" The three women squealed at the same time.

I blushed a little.

"Tom!" Emma smiled.

Tom frowned.

"It's beautiful." Diana smiled.

Emma and Sarah nodded in agreement...

- - - -

"Took your time son." James chided.

I smiled.

"Four years you've been together... And two years to propose! I'm surprised you didn't find the ring sooner!" James said to me.

I smiled, looking at Tom.

"You chose wisely Tom. I thought you weren't going to find someone... End up divorced like your Mam and I..." James said.

I lost my smile and tensed, looking at the floor.

Tom's arm tightened around my waist.

"But I can tell that won't happen... I'm so happy for both of you." James finished.

I relaxed but Tom kept his grip on my waist. As I he was telling me that we would be together forever.

I looked up at him.

He kissed my forehead as we entered James's house...

- - - -

"Are you okay?" Tom asked as we piled into the car.

"Yeah... I had a really good Christmas." I smiled.

"My parents wouldn't stop feeding you... You could have just said no. They wouldn't have found it rude." Tom said, taking hold of my hand his eyes glued on the road.

"That's because I'm eating for two..." I smiled.

"Two?..." He asked, confused.

"I'm pregnant..." I said, my smile wobbling. I wasn't sure whether he would be happy about becoming a father.

"I'm going to be a father?" He asked.

I nodded.

He took a quick glance over at me and I large smile was plastered across his face...