Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Tom - Waiting for Superman

"Come on, it's just a girl's night out," I coax.

"No. I'm not going anywhere." I sigh over the phone. It seemed like Murphy's Law had targeted you; anything that could happen did happen to you. You lost your job, you were on the run from your abusive boyfriend, who now threatened your life, your parents had been in an accident, your dog was ran over by a taxi driver. You hadn't left your parents' apartment in 100 days, not wanting to do anything or worse, run into your ex.

"(Y/N), I know it's difficult, and I know I can't promise that nothing bad will happen, but you can't stay locked up forever. And a night with the girls is perfect!"

"Give me three good reasons."

"1. We'll be in a group. 2. We're not going far, only around the block. 3. It's a small step. And bonus 4. because I'm standing in the doorway now."

 Aw man. You had forgotten that I had a key. Being best friends for ten years had its perks. Sluggishly, you rise from your bed and walk into the living room.

"Come on, please Ace—"

"Nope. And 5. I have special orders from your mother. Now get dressed."

~

"See it wasn't so bad?" I comment as we walk back to the building.

"Yeah, I guess so." Everything had gone smoothly, so well that the waiter forgot to bill your table for all their drinks. Even the sun was still out, just beginning to set. That usually put you in a good mood, the continuance of warmth, but still I can detect sadness.

"Why the face?" I ask, playfully. You walk taller.

"What face?"

"That one." You sigh. "Seriously, we're best friends. You can tell me anything."

"It's just...I can't, I'm going to sound so crazy and childish."

"Come on, you're talking to someone who's still obsessed with Belle! I'm the Queen of Crazy, you can't just swoop in here and dethrone me like this! That's just rude." We both laugh it off.

"Alright, alright. Well, you know how people wish on stars?" I nod. "Well, I've been wishing, hoping that maybe one of these days, one of the cars on the street will stop and be for me. And it'll hold my Superman, someone to carry me off and take me away from here."

"Ouch, that hurts." You laugh.

"You know what I mean." I smile.

"(Y/N), I know that it may seem out there, but I know it's soon." You try to dismiss me, but I don't let down. "I'm serious! I have this feeling in my gut, and you know how accurate it usually is."

"Usually." As we turn around the corner, we freeze in our tracks. There was your ex, arm stretched out as a taxi comes, heeding his hail.

And he was looking right at us.

"Turn around, start walking," you tell me, but it's took late. He's already making his way to us.

"Run!" I tell you, stopping and turning around to face him. He pushes me to the ground, but I hold onto his leg, making him trip and fall. I get back up, take off my heels, and catch up to you.

"Get back here!" Our blood is racing as we weave in the crowds, which thin up the farther we go. But he catches up to us anyway, just as you run smack into a tall, gingered man.

"Sorry," you try to get out, but you feel a strong hand grab your shoulder.

"Sorry for that, Sir," your ex says, as if with real concern. "My wife just needs to take her medicine." The man's eyebrows narrow.

"Then explain her friend." While your ex stammers for an answer, the man continues, pulling you away from him and taking your place. "They were running from you. You were going to hurt them, and here's what I think of you."

The man punches your ex square in the face then knees him in the gut. As your ex keels over, the man calls the police. With another hit to the head, your ex becomes unconscious.

"Thank you," you manage to get out, still catching your breath.

"We appreciate that," I continue.

"There's a cafe nearby," the man says. "Why don't we go there, and you can tell me what's happened. My treat."

"We should get going," you tell me as the police arrive. "It's getting dark." I look back at the stranger.

"It's best not to argue with her now." He nods. The cops put your ex in handcuffs.

"Okay." He takes out his business card. "Here's my contact information if she needs anything, anything at all." We thank him again as we start heading back. I examine the card.

"Tom. Friendly name." You rub your head.

"'It's just a girl's night out,' you said."

"He seemed nice," I continue.

And for the first time in a long time, you smile, completely at peace.

*****

(A/N): Alrighty! List of reasons why I cannot stop smiling!

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