Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Tom - Forgiveness

A/N:  Alright then peeps.  Extra reasons for this title to be explained.

Only a few of you know why I have been AWOL.  One reason being that I was bitten by a friend's dog so I had to get medical treatment for that.  I'm still healing; strangely enough, the scar looks like Moriarty's smiley face.  The other is that my best friend was in a car accident and was undergoing surgery.  I have been instructed by another friend that us two need to be in bubble wrap as of now.

So please forgive me for my longed delay and for the shortness of this imagine.  I promise the next one will be longer! (And if you know me, you know I hate breaking promises.)

Also in medical news, please support shadowhunter2929 as her family is currently dealing with some sad medical news.  Xx

Countdown:

9....

Q: Which imagine do you wish I did another part to?

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"Say something..."

You knew he wouldn't budge.  All day, Tom had given you the silent treatment, not evening a good morning kiss.  Needless to say he was still mad; in an effort to clean up the house, you had shredded the loose papers and old scripts lying around and, accidentally, included his most recent script in the mix; even though he was Loki, your efforts to go green had made him go green like the Hulk.

"(Y/N), that was for the upcoming movie!"

"I'm sorry!  It was with everything else, and I thought--"

"Well you thought wrong!  I need that script for a flight in two days!"

He had stormed off and went for a drive, not wanting to yell at you any further; he knew that staying around would only infuriate him and not be beneficial for either of you.  But he did come back in the middle of the night, composed but still plenty upset.  And now, for the past three hours since you both had been up, you hadn't gotten one single word out of him.

"Tom, please...talk to me?"  You laid your head on his shoulder, but he brushes you off, taking his cup of tea and the newspaper from the kitchen table to the living room.  You sigh, shedding a tear as he continues to ignore you.

Tom's POV

She just had to shred it.

I look straight ahead as I take another sip of the earl grey, my eyes steady towards the wall.  I knew if I opened my mouth, it would lead to screaming, and that's no way to treat her...even if this part was important and needed memorization by the time I landed.  She didn't need that right now.  I didn't need that right now.

As I go to set my tea down, I hear a scrape across the floor.  Turning my head, from behind the arm of the couch, I can see a chocolate pudding cup sliding across the floor and to my feet.  I smile as, after my continued silence, another one follows.  And with a third and fourth cup, I have to let out a chuckle, for on the tops of each cup, there was a word, creating the message:

Do you forgive me?

I look over the couch, and there (Y/N) was, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes, and in them I could see her fears: fear I would turn her away again, fear I would yell at her once more, fear that I would get behind the wheel again and, this time, not return.  But instead, I lean over and kiss her forehead, letting her eyes close, as well as the doors to those negative trains-of-thought.

"Yes, darling.  You are forgiven."