Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Tom - Sacrifice

 Tom's POV

"What do you want me to do, (Y/N)?! It's my job!"

"How about be here? With your wife?! Who you promised to have and to hold?!"

"Anything besides that, we have bills to pay!" Frustrated, she puts her hands to her hands and walks around the room. My hands clenched tighter on the back of the couch as rage flowed through my veins. Normally she was very supportive, but this time she was being so bullheaded. This would be so great for us and many others, why couldn't she just see that?!

"You mean you can't sacrifice just this one movie?!" she asks in an harsh tone. "It's not like we need the money!"

"No, but I can use the money to donate to UNICEF and have fun and please the fans!"

"Tom, the majority of the fans just want you to be happy!"

"Making movies will make me happy."

"I've been trying to do that for five years now!"

"Have you? Have you really?!" For once in the three hours of the shouting match, she remains quiet. Two single tears, like a cheetah, stain her cheeks, her mascara and eyeliner running. She was slightly shaking, as if trying to hold in her anger but not show it.

"Fine. Just go, Tom." She slumps on the couch, arms folded. Not understand her surrendering, I take a step towards her, but she shuns me, turning her back to me.

"Don't you dare touch me!"

"I just—"

"Just go!" she yells in my face, turning around to make sure I felt the stinging pain of her heartbreak. "Go on, then! LEAVE!"

With renewed pride, I do just that. Silently, I go back upstairs and pack my suitcase. When I come back downstairs, she's still there, but I can hear her crying.

 You deserve it.

I don't even say goodbye or say that I'm heading out right then and there. I just slip out the door. I don't even bother to lock it, knowing that she would as soon as I started on the pathway.

And the sad part that I didn't feel the least bit sorry.

Four and a half months later...

Production was going slow. The weather was finally holding up long enough to get a few decent shots in, but we were working fast. Usually I had a blast on set, but this time around, I craved for the last day.

But on the other hand, I didn't want to go back. It gave me a headache just thinking about what I had to deal with when I arrived back home. Surely (Y/N) wouldn't be waiting for me at the airport. I wouldn't be surprised if she left the house, went back with her parents so I would arrive to an empty home. And I wouldn't mind that, for it would give me time to think and figure out how we were going to resolve this.

We had been fighting for months, each week getting worse and worse. Divorce was not an option, but we were struggling to figure out other ones. I refused to go to a marriage counselor, even planning interviews so I could avoid going. I suggested going on vacation together because it would compel us to calmly work things out and not cause a scene, but she argued that if we could do that, we could spend an hour a week going to a counselor. And even that argument fueled the fire.

All because, apparently, I don't sacrifice enough for the two of us. But are I not the only who's providing for my family? But yet, (Y/N) quit her job in the past month, and I couldn't pin her for that. Why was it okay for her to rely on me and then blame me for it?