Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Tom - The One, Pt.2 ("Skinny Love")

"Okay, that's the last of it," Charlie says as he closes the trunk to the van. It was official. Albeit it all your stuffed was either in the car or at the new house, you were moved out of the apartment. All was left now was to drive and unpack the rest of your things at your new residence. Thankfully, Tom's co-stars were nice enough to help.

"Wow," you say to yourself, looking around the apartment. It looked half there, like half of it was missing. Rightfully so, but even then, it should still seem livable.

"It doesn't look like home," Tom says, as if reading your thoughts. You look to your side, and there he was, hands in his pockets, taking in the sight he had to get used to.

"That means you get to decorate how you want," you try to encourage. "You have complete control over buying furniture that you want."

"How much are you selling your things?" You smile as he pulls you in for a hug.

"You know we still have to unpack, right?" he whispers to you.

"Well it looked like you needed one now." Even though you were right, the hug just wasn't for him. You wished that you hadn't committed to the house, that you had gotten something else as a possible engagement gift. But you wanted Tom to be happy. That's why you didn't stand in his way as he dated that woman.

  That woman. Oh, how you had despised her! From the way she faked laughed and had a false happiness about her whenever she was hanging out with you and Tom's other friends, you knew that she never cared about Tom. And you had tried to tell Tom—you begged for him to reconsider—but he was adamant, saying that he's never felt happier since his previous break up. You bit your tongue and your disapproval and let him continue and tried your best to be pleasant. But she felt that you knew she was up to no good, and she knew you could make him so much happier and so much more loved, and for those reasons she seemed to hold a special place in her heart to scorn you.

 At least it's all over now. But you were still moving, still going to be twelve hours away from your closest friend, the one who you didn't want to let go of in that moment.

But you had to.

"We should get going," you say, breaking the embrace. "Jess and Charlie will be looking for us soon."

"Alright."

You all took turns driving in shifts. Leaving at two in the morning, you each took turns driving, 3 1/2 hours each, leaving room for 2 hours of traffic. It was decided that Charlie would drive first, then Jess, then you, and finally Tom; thankfully, all of you had been to the house three trips before, having been bringing stuff all week. That's why all of you had to go down, because all the rest of the cars were sitting in your driveway.

Despite the blasting music, you and Tom did well to rest in the back while Charlie and Jess manned the front. Because all your clothes and bedding were currently in the furthest backseat, Tom brought along his pillows and a blanket for comfort. Still, halfway to you two being in the front, your subconsciousness made you snuggle right up next to him while his made him put his arm around your waist.

"(Y/N), Tom," Jess coaxes you both as the 7 hours fly by. You both are hesitant to open your eyes and come back to reality, where you both were just friends and nothing more. As you come to grips with the sunlight, you both recognize that you're in a Starbucks gas station.

"We got you and Tom coffee and tea," Charlie encourages as you both sit up straight.

"Thank you, Mr. Hunnam," Tom mumbles in a husky voice that you cannot resist. You were going to miss those mornings where he would clumsily straggle into the kitchen, following the scent of the freshly brewed earl grey tea you made that day. And how he would mutter out a good morning, even at the time he seemed half asleep or, for really bad nights, half dead. A cup of tea seemed to made any day better, no matter how horrible the night was.