Tom Hiddleston Imagines

The Train

Choo-choo.

This was just part of your daily, mundane routine. Your train ride into town to your next tedious day at work. But when you stepped into the train this morning something felt different. You felt a twinge of excitement as you sat down at your usual seat. A warm, radiant ray of sunshine landed on you as the train moved out of the station. You took your book out of your bag and flipped open to the page you left off at. As you read you somehow felt as if eyes were on you. Your eyes shot up when the train made a sudden jolt and you caught two blue eyes watching you from afar. The pair of eyes belonged to a slender man with light brown hair who wore a pale blue shirt. A small smile was plastered on the mans expression. Your eyes flickered as you returned to you book, but you could feel the man studying you and you couldn't help but smile at the words on the pages. You saw from the corner of your eye that he stood up and made his way over to you. You dared to not look up at his coming, until a voice that flowed like soft, cool water caught your attention.

"Excuse me?"
You slowly raised your head to look up at him. A warm, affable smile spread across his face as you looked into his ocean blue eyes.
"I wanted to know if you had a copy of today's newspaper? I'm not sure what the date is today and I would like a reliable resource."

You felt your lips grow wider as you tried to keep yourself from giggling.
"I'm afraid I don't, but you could check my cell phone's calendar. I'm sure that is a reliable source for the date today."

He put his hands in his pockets and tilted his head back. "Ah, I see."

You reached for your phone in your bag and opened the screen to your calendar. You handed the object to him with a smirk.

"Thank you, miss," he said with a warm smile. He smiled so much it was difficult to keep yourself from doing so as well. "The twenty-first of August." He said.

You tried hard to not laugh at his reason for speaking to you. You didn't have very much luck.

The train gave another sudden jolt as the man handed your phone back to you. He lost his balance and came falling down into the hall floor. You burst into laughter and your eyes began to water. He jumped up and brushed himself off.

"Well," he exhaled, embarrassed. You tried to calm your laughter and wiped your eyes. "Thank you for showing me the date, miss."

He turned around in defeat but you stopped him. "Wait!" He looked back. "Would you like to sit?" You gave a slight gesture towards the seat across from you.

He smiled, again. "I'd like that very much."

•••••

The two of you talked for what seemed like seconds, but it really had been half an hour. Your stop had finally come.

You stood and swung your bag over your shoulder. "This is me."

He stood up quickly, "I'll call you, perhaps."

"I would love that," you said smiling again at him. "Goodbye."

"Goodbye," you turned but before you could get far you heard a soft, affectionate whisper come from him. "Y/N."

You didn't turn back around, but you felt yourself smiling uncontrollably.

When you reached the stone floor of the station you turned back to see him staring at you through the the window. You waved at him, and he waved back at you. The train chugged away and there was only one word on your mind, "Tom."