Collection of Tom Hiddleston/Loki Imagines and One-Shots

Shakespeare in The Library

Shakespeare in the Library (An Imagine)

It was not turning out to be a good morning for you. Your alarm clock had decided to take a morning off, and instead of waking up at 7:30am like usual, it had been 8:15am before you had groggily made your way to the bathroom, still half sleep. And if you were honest, slightly hungover too.

Memories from the previous night came crashing back as you stepped into the shower. It wasn't a habit of yours to go out on the town on a Sunday night. You usually spent the night in, just relaxing and appreciating the last of the weekend calm before the Monday blues would hit, and you would be stuck with another week of work, study, and sleeping. But last night had been different.

Your best friend, Rachel, had called up early in the afternoon, needing a distraction. It had only been a week since she had left her boyfriend who had turned out to be a liar, cheater and a fraud. "Good riddance to you, Jack!", she had yelled down the phone, before sobbing her heart out to you and explaining everything. So, for the last week, you had been doing everything in your power to cheer her up, even if that meant sacrificing your quiet Sunday evening.

You would never make that mistake again. It was still a bit of a blur, but what you did remember wasn't pretty. As the water washed over your body, you scrubbed away furiously, washing away in your  mind, your drunken behaviour. It had been a bad idea to suggest a bar crawl. In all honesty, you hadn't expected Rachel to be up for it. But after she had so enthusiastically agreed, you couldn't face letting her down. So what had started out as three bars, had soon turned into just over ten bars. With a minimum of two drinks per bar.

It had been 3:30am before you had made your way back to your apartment, completely exhausted, knowing what you were going to have to face in the morning. Monday. And here you was, calling Rachel every name possible under your breath as you rushed to get dress and eat breakfast before running out to your car.

As you looked in your rear-view mirror, you realized half your hair was still wet, one earring had managed to go missing from the time you left your door until you got in the car, and you'd forgotten your lipstick. What did it matter really? You was only going to be stuck away in the library for the rest of the day.

Not that you didn't love your job. You had wanted to work with books since the moment you picked up your first book and read by yourself at the young age of two. Books were your life, your friends, and more often that not, your confidants. Books allowed you to travel through time, countries, and people all from the comfort of your living room. So when you had got the job as librarian at your local haunt, you had been thrilled.

But today was not a day to feel thrilled. Today was a day to be curled up in bed, until you felt recovered enough to slob on your sofa with a pile of DVD's for the rest of the day. Not a day to be coming to work, and stocking the shelves with the recently delivered new selection of released books.

You pulled into your reserved parking space, just as another car tried to pull into the same space. You honked your horn loud enough to get a stunned response from the other driver, a man wearing sunglasses and a hat pulled down low on his head. "What a stupid thing to wear whilst driving", you thought to yourself as you successfully reclaimed your spot, and flashed the puzzled driver a smirk, before running to the staff entrance. You were determined to make it before 9:00am.

"Morning, (Y/N)", your boss, Maria, called out, a little too cheerfully for your delicate ears, as you rushed through to the staff room.

You dumped your bags in your locker, pinned the stray bit of your hair behind your ear, and set to work. 8:59am. You couldn't help but give yourself a smile and a pat on the back. Not bad, considering the circumstances.

"And what would you be grinning about, may I ask?", Maria asked you, leaning against the door frame, "Excited about meeting our Reading Guest today?".

"What Reading Guest? I thought Greg cancelled?", you replied, puzzled.

"Didn't you hear? We've got....", was all you hear before a group of over 20 children came bursting through the library doors. They were probably all 11 or 12 year old's, coming in for their weekly story time, with a surprise Reading Guest. They would read whatever book they were currently reading in English, and most weeks the library would invite a special Reading Guest to come read to them. Last week they had finished reading Huckleberry Finn, and this week they were moving onto Romeo and Juliet.

As you finished taking the last of their coats, and settling the children down, you heard a commotion coming from the staff room. Making your way there, you stopped short on seeing the very man who had tried to pinch your parking space. He had his back to you, but you knew it was him from the hat we was now taking off.

He was extremely tall, but handsomely built, with a broad back that lead down to a trim waist. Not to mention other things, that looked in good shape too. You cleared your throat to draw attention to yourself.

"Can I help you at all, sir?", you asked, trying to maintain your dignity.

"Erm...yes, actually that would be great. Ehehe, I...erm...seem to have lost my copy of the book I'm meant to be reading", the stranger's voice said. Funny, you almost thought his voice sounded familiar. Like his voice... "No, that's just silly.", you told yourself.

He was still rummaging around in his satchel, so you walked to your locker and pulled out your well-thumbed copy of Romeo and Juliet. Handing it to him, you said:

"So you're our Guest Reader today?"

"That I am, my dear", and with that he turned round and taking your copy, gave you the cheekiest grin you had ever seen in your life.

"Holy.... Tom? Tom Hiddleston?", you gasped. Subconsciously that had sounded like "asdfghjk, asdfghjk?", but somehow you managed to get the words out.

He just continued grinning as his eyes ran over your face, taking in your shocked expression.

"You coming?", he asked, and held out a hand for you to hold.

Shakespeare in the Library, by Tom Hiddleston? This was turning out to be the best Monday ever.

As he took his seat in the center and began to read, you sat listening, entranced. There was something about the way his voice gave the words a new, magical meaning that gave you shivers down your back. He could take Shakespeare to a new level.

"Did my heart love till now?

Foreswear it, sight!

For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."

On saying those words, he looked up and gazed directly into your eyes, causing everyone else in the room to vanish. Your breath caught in your throat and you had to look away.

An hour later, after Tom had patiently sat with the children, answered their questions and had even done a little Loki role-play with them, he made his way over to where you had gone back to loading the shelves up.

"Hey, you need a hand?", he inquired.

"I'm almost done, but thanks.", giving him a small smile. He really was breathtaking.

"Well, you know my name. But I'm afraid I never did get yours...?"

"Oh, its (Y/N).", your voice sounding shaky even to yourself.

"Well, (Y/N), would you join me for a cup of coffee? I bought cookies with me!"

"I suppose I could take a break....", you smiled, and you made your way back together to the staff room.

Maybe Mondays hangovers weren't so bad, not when Tom Hiddleston was your reward.