Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston Imagines

Broken Hearted Nightmare

I smiled as I sat with Elsa watching Chris and Tom mess around attempting to surf in the Australian sea.

Chris, Tom and I had all finished filming for a recent movie and he and his beautiful wife Elsa invited us to join them in Australia before returning home to our families and loved ones.

"Are you liking Australia?" Elsa asked.

"I love it here, there isn't really anything back home that is making me want to think about leaving this place ever." I said.

She looked at me quizzically.

"I don't have anything back home. Maybe I could find a new home in this beautiful country. I could get used to my permanent tan." I smiled, admiring my bronzed skin.

"My mam once said, where ever your heart belongs. You belong too." Elsa smiled.

"That's beautiful." I smiled, brushing the sand of the short skirt on my sundress.

"What are you ladies talking about?" Chris asked, grabbing the towel Elsa was holding.

"_____ loves it here." Elsa smiled lovingly up at her husband.

I nodded. "I could imagine myself living here."

"Really. Wow." Tom smiled.

"Yeah... there isn't really anything left for me at home." I said, looking away from him.

Chris gave me a sympathetic smile, a secret emotion hidden in his eyes and I knew he would pester me about it later.

I smiled, and pulled a fake yawn.

"Jet lag still?" Tom asked.

"Yeah, hopefully an early night will help. Can I just let myself in the house?" I asked Elsa and Chris.

"Sure go ahead, we will be joining you soon." Elsa smiled as I stood up and brushed the sand off of me.

- - - -

A knock came at my door just as I slid under the covers of my thin duvet.

"Can I come in?" Chris's familiar voice called.

"Yeah, sure." I said, sitting up slightly.

"I just wanted to ask if you were okay after that comment on the beach." he said, sitting on the side of my bed.

"Yeah..." I sighed deeply.

"Come on, you can tell me. Your secret is safe with me." he said.

"I know your genuine, but your accent makes you sound unreliable." I smiled.

He chuckled slightly.

"Come on, what's wrong?" he asked.

"While you were surfing, Tom's phone rung. And then he got a text... I thought it might of been his publicist Luke, so I double checked before going to notify him that his presence was requested... but it wasn't Luke." I sighed, playing with my fingers.

"Was it Taylor?" he whispered.

"Yes. She said she loved today's flowers and couldn't wait to see him... It's just that-" I started.

"You love him." he said.

"Yes, I have for some time... but those feelings will just be locked away forever." I sighed.

"That's why you don't want to return to England?" he asked.

"There is nothing left for me." I said.

"_____, maybe they are just friends?" Chris queried.

I shook my head.

He let out a deep sigh before standing and wrapping his arms around me in a hug.