Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Tom - Socks

Phew!

You throw the last of the lint out in the garbage and admire the wooden floors. Not a trace of confetti was left. In celebration of the Hemsworths' fifth anniversary, you and Tom decided to throw them an anniversary party in your Florida home. Your giant living room had never been filled with so many people.

Smiling, you take off your shoes, leaving you only in your socks. With a running start, you start sliding all over the hardwood floors. Ever since you were little, you've always wanted to do this once you got your own place. But being on tour for Coriolanus always got in your way.

Tom peeks out from the kitchen as you slide by. Chris and Elsa tried to stay to help clean, but you and Tom insisted for them to enjoy themselves. Your gift was for them to spend two weeks at Disney with their kids, each day eating at Cinderella's castle for breakfast. So there Tom was, just about finished with drying the last of the dishes. He laughs as you slide and crash into the front door.

"What...are you doing?" Tom asks between chuckles.

"Sock skating," you reply as you whiz on through the living room.

He puts the last of the silverware away and walks to the living room. Leaning against the wall, he watches as you attempt to navigate the floors.

"You're going to hurt yourself." You scrunch up your nose at him as you pass him back. With a giggle, he takes off his shoes and skates after you.

"Oh look," you laugh out as you turn around. "I've made a rebel." With a smile, he skates over to you and grabs your arms. Skating backwards, he leads you to the open space of the living room and spins you both round and round.

"Okay, getting dizzy!" When he lets go, you moonwalk for a bit before plopping down, trying to get your bearings together. Tom dances around you, causing you to laugh.

"I can't top that!" He pulls you up.

"Then maybe a race?"

"You're on, Hiddleston."

"To the other side and back?"

"Challenge accepted." You both go to one wall, and on the count of three, you both slide to the opposing wall, push off of it, and race to the starting line. Having long legs, Tom gets ahead of you and beats you to it.

"You've been Loki'd!" he exclaims as he turns around, but he's taken off guard. You're just a second behind him, having great speed.

"Watch out!" you try to get out, but you've already crashed into him and, more importantly, smashed into his lips. Both your eyes widen, both in utter shock. Realizing what was happening, you pull away and try to hide your blushing cheeks in your hands. Your heart was beating fast, you were so embarrassed.

"I'm so sorry, I was trying to slow down, but-"

"No, wait a second." Stepping to you, he slides his hands under yours, cupping your cheeks as he kissed you again, this time eyes closed and real intention. With a loud thud, your heart pounds against your chest. He slides his hands down into yours, locking your fingers together. After a moment of surprise, you allow yourself to melt into it. After a good moment, he stops, pecks your lips, then backs away.

"There. Now how about a rematch?" You didn't hear his question, for you were still in shock. He waves a hand in front of you.

"(Y/N)?" Your eyes immediately look into his, and he laughs. "Up for a rematch?"

"Of course, I haven't beaten you yet." You both smile and re-position yourselves on the wall. But this time, when Tom gets ahead of you, it's because your legs feel weak, you keep zigzagging, and your head is simply not in the game. He doesn't see how swoony he's made you.

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A/N: So this is the first of a random object imagine. (The email literally said,"Tom imagine. Socks. You have free reign. Go!") So hopefully I did it justice.

I think I might close this book once it hits 100 imagines. Still on the fence. We'll see what happens.