Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Tom - The One

Tom's POV

I knock my head against the wall. How could I have been so stupid? All the signs were there: cologne smell, same clothes the next day, seldom wearing the bracelet I got her. Why did I believe that she wouldn't cheat on me?

Oh that's right. Because I proposed. Because I was head over heels in love, I wouldn't listen to (Y/N)'s warnings. And now, I'm stuck returning a diamond ring and figuring out how to tell my family and friends that the wedding was off.

I sigh. At least I didn't have to worry about catering or reservations. But the rest of my life. Now what was I supposed to do?

I finally hear the elevator stop on this floor, the doors gliding open with ease and the ding of its arrival being music to my ears. (Y/N) gets out and, with a confused look, starts to walk towards me and the door.

"Don't you have a key?"

"Left it inside."

"How long have you been sitting out here?" she says as she fumbles with her key-ring.

"An hour." As she opens the door, I rise to my feet.

"Well, you could have called me. I would have gotten home sooner." (Y/N) places her keys into the bowl we had by the door. Closing it behind me, I move to the living room, plopping face down onto the couch.

"I have almost everything packed," she says from the kitchen.

I groan. That was another thing. Ever since college, Chris Hemsworth, (Y/N) and I have shared a room. Living in an apartment altogether just seemed like the easiest thing to do afterwards. Now that Chris is married and gone, it's only been the two of us. With my recent engagement, (Y/N) was planning on moving out as her early wedding gift. That way, I would have a place to live.

"You don't have to move," I muffle onto the couch. She comes to me.

"What? Of course I do."

"(G/F/N) and I are no long a going concern." Her eyes soften as she sits on the arm of the couch.

"Oh no, what happened?"

"Went to pick her up for date night, and another man was leaving through her bedroom window."

"Aw, sweetie." She pets my head, her fingers twisting in my hair. "You don't deserve that."

"I thought she was the one," I say, trying to hold back a tear.

"I didn't," she says bluntly. I laugh.

"Yeah, I know you didn't." From day one, (Y/N) said she had a funny feeling about (G/F/N), that she didn't trust her. I knew to always go with her gut because she's usually spot on, but for (G/F/N), I ignored it.

"I should have listened to you."

"I only regret that it ended this way." I look up at her, flipping over onto my back. "How are you feeling?"

And for once, I didn't know how to answer. Sad? Angry? Disappointed? There was no right word.

"Empty," I settle on. Her eyes fall. Sitting on her knees, she gets on the floor and embraces me.

"Tom, there's so many people who love you. I'm confident that you'll find someone who fills that heart all the way again."

And in that moment, (Y/N) gave me something that I hadn't felt since I got engaged and since I broke it off. Hope. Hope that things would be a steady stream up. Hope that one day, I would find someone that was like her.

I hold onto her tighter, as if a thank you.

She lets go. "How about a Jameson? On the rocks, just like you like it? You could use a drink."

"Sounds good." As she walks away, I thought about something I never had before. And maybe it was because I was feeling vulnerable, or maybe because it's the real thing. No matter what I went through, (Y/N) had been nothing but supportive, even if she disagreed. She always tried to make the situations better for me and always made sure I was okay. Every rant, every outburst, every moment I felt like nothing, she was one of the first people, if not the first person, I would call.

And only one sentence raced through my mind, one thing I wish I could say but am worried that it would be wrong to tell or to even feel.

 Maybe you could be the one.

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A/N: I've been requested to do a Marvel imagine book. Thoughts? I will only do it if there's a significant amount of interest.