Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Tom and Loki - Nightmare

 Tom's POV

"Darling, you shouldn't worry this much."

"I know, but I just have a funny feeling." Currently, my wife was huddled against the back of the bed, her knees close in her chest. This had been going on for a week now. Only one night, I was able to coax her to sleep, but the others she would stay up, letting me rest while she stayed on guard. After we ate breakfast together, I would do the same for her; as I read over a new script, her sleeping head would rest in my lap, and I would stroke my fingers through her hair.

"What is this feeling?"

"I don't know. I just have it. There's just something in my gut, Tom. I can't explain it."

"Maybe it's because you barely ate dinner." She shook her head.

"No, that's not it." With a sigh of defeat, I lay next to her.

"Well, for once, I would like to go to bed with my wife."

"Tom—"

"Please? We'll be okay, I promise." With a sad look, she moves from her place, going to turn off the light. I can feel her as she gets into bed and snuggles against me. I wrap my arms around her.

"See? Everything's fine."

"I'm still worried, Tom."

"Shhh..." I rub her forehead and peck her nose, anything to make her feel safe. Softly, I lull her to sleep, even though I think I sound horrible. Once I hear her faintly snoring, I'm allowed to drift off too.

 It's easy to dream about our first date on our own. Even though it was only dinner, I had been so nervous. Instead of picking her up, we agreed to meet at the restaurant. What if she stood me up? What if she waited too long and left? I was a few minutes late.

 I walked in, and instead of her sitting at the table in the back like she was that night, I see another familiar face. Pale skin, raven hair, fancy clothing—a figure of a performed character.

 "What are you doing here?" I ask, standing over him. Loki smiles, gesturing for me to sit. "No, I'm perfectly fine standing. Where's (Y/N)?"

 "She's a little tied up right now. She'll be back soon." I tilt my head, and his smile becomes wicked.

 "What do you mean, 'tied up?'"

 "You think I'm just going to tell you like that?" I close my eyes and rub my temples.

 "This is just a dream," I say aloud to myself. "This is just a dream."

 "Or is it?" I open my eyes, and he glares at me. "Not so fun, is it? Distinguishing between dreams and reality. You all thought I was a character in a storybook. You all made millions off of my misfortunes, off my shame. No, no Mr. Hiddleston. On the contrary, I'm your worse nightmare. And I'm not above getting revenge on you."

 I started putting the pieces together. He wanted revenge, revenge to redeem the pain he felt as his tragedies were displayed on the big screen. Somehow, I had to experience the same pain.

 Who else but the person I love just as much as my own mother.

 "(Y/N)," I whispered. "You're the one. She's been so tense lately, it was you, wasn't it?!" Oh, I hated that evil grin.

 "Very clever, but not fast enough." He stands up. "You took my memories? I took her."

With that, I wake up in a cold sweat, my chest heaving as I was out of breath. I rub my paranoid eyes, sighing in relief when they are met in darkness.

 It was just a dream.

But when I go to touch out to (Y/N), I feel empty space. Slowly, I turn to my side, only to be greeted by a pillow and disheveled covers.

It wasn't until then I could hear a ringing in my ears, as if something loud had been shouted into them.

And it wasn't until my unconsciousness revived the calls as yelps of terror.

(Y/N) was screaming for me, shrieking for help as Loki stripped her from me before disappearing into the night.

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