Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Tom - Class Dismissed, Pt. 3

 Clothes, check. Chargers, check. Toiletries, check. Camera, check. Batteries, check.

"(Y/N!)" you hear your parents call. "The plane leaves in an hour! We have to get going!"

"Alright!" You sigh. Although you were excited to be leaving the country, to live a little and get a taste of freedom, you were torn and longing to stay; your heart was getting bigger but oh so empty.

Being good people, your parents bumped up the flight, not just in class, but in time. You were going to be leaving 4 hours earlier than you expected. You didn't have the heart to tell Tom yet.

You knew that you should. That with him, he would give you that Casablanca scene, where he meets you at the airport to stop you from leaving and, ultimately, say goodbye. But even though part of you wanted that so much, the other part couldn't bear to leave from him after, his tears causing your own.

So you waited, waited until you were sitting at the gate, just at the plane was coming in. The luggage was already collected and going to be boarded. You were already past security check. There would be no backing out now, the point of no return.

You wanted to text him, not risking hearing his voice catch and crack like you knew it would. But you couldn't do that to him. He deserved so much better than that, and you had already stalled enough.

You let your fingers scroll through your phone in a familiar pattern, finding the name that was being etched into your heart more and more by the minute. Even when you got home, after you notified him that you had arrived safely, you two talked for hours on end, not going to sleep until one in the morning.

All you wanted to do was see him, let him hold your hand as if you two had been dating for a month, not a day. Were you guys officially dating? You didn't know, you were still relatively new to this romance-thing.

"Hello?" You leg shook as his voice sounded.

"Tom?" It pained you that you could feel him smile from the other end.

"Hello, darling. Listen, I just came out of rehearsal, and it won't take me long to shower, so I can meet you at the air—"

"Tom, I'm here now." There was silence. You swallow, for you didn't need to hear shattering to know that you had broken him.

"What?" There it was, the lump in his throat.

"I'm at the gate now. The flight was earlier than I thought."

"I...But I thought—"

"Tom, I'm so sorry. I wish I had told you earlier, but I...I couldn't...I couldn't leave you just standing there." You start to tear.

"I'm on my way now, okay (Y/N)? Just please don't hang up."

"Tom, the plane just came in." You look up, people coming out the gate. "They're unloading now."

"It'll be okay, I promise. The theater isn't too far, only ten minutes, five if I hurried."

 Tom, what about security check? You didn't want to refute, not wanting the last exchange before you went away for two weeks to be an argument.

"I wish I had told you earlier," you say, a wave of regret overcoming you.

"I understand why you did. It'll put too much stress on each other."

"But maybe you would be here and I wouldn't be crying alone in an airport." Your parents had left to use the restrooms one last time. With your hand, you try to shield your face from passerbys, not wanting them to see your eyeliner run.

"You know if I could hop on the wind's back, I'd be there to take you away."

You let his words echo in your ear, his quoting settling your heart. Maybe you wouldn't be able to see him for two weeks, but you could have these moments, these little glimpses of what awaited you and little windows into his vast knowledge and beating heart.

"Darling, you still there?" You had zoned out longer than you thought.

"Yes, I'm here."

"I just pulled up." You turn to the attendant, and she's moving to her small podium. You knew the call that was about to happen.

"Now boarding." You looked over to the security check, knowing that Tom couldn't be that fast getting there, but hoping that maybe, by some miracle, he had taken a ride from the breeze.

"(Y/N), time to go," your mother said as she and your father came back.

"One second." They take their carry-ons and follow the other travelers to the plane.

"My parents just boarded."

"Making it to security check now, there's a line." Five minutes go by...ten...fifteen...still no sign of him.

"Final boarding call...departure in five minutes."

"Tom, please—"

"I'm almost there." Another three minutes pass. With a sigh, you grab your backpack and head to the attendant, who gives you a sad smile.

"I don't want to go," you whisper into the phone.

"Then don't," you hear in two voices. You turn around, and there he is, standing in his Coriolanus battle costume at the other end of the gate. You turn, go to take a step, but the attendant rests a hand onto your arm.

"Ma'am, we need you to board now."

"I'm so sorry." The attendant closes the doors behind you, you walking down the long tunnel to the plane.

You try to put on a brave face, wiping away the tears and the runny makeup, and even though your eyes are red and puffy, you walk with a decent sense of confidence and find your seat.

And the one next to you is empty.

 He could have been sitting right here.

"I'll be with you." Your eyes widen. You thought the phone had hung up, either by your doing or his. But yet, it was still going, still keeping the connection alive.

"But you're out there."

"We have Skype, email. God, I hope your cell phone works in (country), and if not I'll personally pay for whatever charges we rack up. Do you why?"

 Please don't say it. Please don't say that four-letter word because it will absolutely kill me.

"Because there's a lot of things you need to get across this universe."

 Don't you dare.

"Warp drive...wormhole refractors..."

 This is just as bad, Tom.

"You know the thing you need most of all?"

 You. Just simply, I need you.

"You need a hand to hold," you both answer in unison.

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(A/N): Heads up — I might not be posting for a while. Finals are coming up, and I have so many papers to write.

Also, nearing the end of my request list. Submits yours in the Request Book!

Allons-y!