Collection of Tom Hiddleston/Loki Imagines and One-Shots

Love Lessons- Part One

so I hope you guys enjoyed my first imagine, please comment, vote, and leave me feedback! I love knowing where I can improve or what you enjoyed. And remember, any requests, let me know and I'll do my best to grant your request! (haha that rhymed) :) Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy this one-shot. Its still quite a cute and innocent one, but I will be posting more.... exciting...ones soon!!! I'll be posting this in two parts so its easier to read.

"Danny, give it here! Stop it, that's not fair, give it back you bully!", I shouted at my older brother, as he pranced around the room, holding my phone out of my reach.

"Not a chance, Chloe! I want to see what love letters my little sister has been getting", Danny shouted back playfully, sticking his tongue out and holding my phone up even higher. "Let's see, this is a good one. 'Babe, I loved the outfit you wore to school today, you looked super cute'.", he read aloud, dissolving into a fit of giggles. "What moron even talks like that?"

Just as I was preparing for a full frontal attack, the doorbell rung. Danny turned to smirk at me.

"And who would that be? Lover Boy?"

"His name is Joey," I said through gritted teeth, "and he is not a moron! If you would just give him a chance...".

I opened the door expecting to see Joey standing there, looking all gorgeous as always in his geeky tshirts, slim jeans and converses. But my smile turned into an even bigger grin when I saw who was stood outside our apartment door.

"Tom!", I shouted, a bit too enthusiastically for my liking. But thankfully he seemed just as pleased to see me. Well, probably to see Danny. After all, I'm certain he only saw me as his best friend's little sister.

But I was still given a bear-like hug, and I took advantage of his closeness to take in every little detail. The way his arms felt so strong as they hugged around my waist, that woody, masculine smell that I associated solely with him and no one else.

"Hiddleston, you're early!", Danny said, giving Tom one of those weird half-hug, half-slap on the back thing men did. I just stood there, still taking in every inch of him.

After all these years, I still had a huge crush on Tom. He and my brother had gone to school together and had been on the rugby team together. They soon became good friends, and before long Tom became part of our life. Of course, I had only been little at the time, but I still remember him coming through the door with Danny and giving me a hug before challenging my brother to a game of something. None of us had ever dreamed he would become as famous as he was now. He was just Tom to us.

I had always viewed Tom as another brother, but things changed on my 13th birthday. My family had thrown me the most amazing party, on our apartment rooftop, as the sun was going down over the city. There were only a few guests left by the end of the evening, and I was still in a daydream when Tom crept up behind me.

"Happy Birthday, Chloe", he had whispered in my ear.

"Tom, you made me jump!", and that had been the first time I noticed how good he smelt.

"Ehehehe, you looked lost in thought!", he teased and prodded me in the ribs playfully.

"Hehe, ow! I was just thinking of all the things I get to do now I'm a teenager, actually."

"Like make-up? And meeting boys?", he winked.

"Eww, no!! I don't want to think about boys, all that kissing and stuff!", feeling weird talking to Tom about that sort of thing.

"It's not a horrible thing you know. If you really love someone....But your first kiss should be from someone special, who really cares about you." He was staring at me so intensely, I found it hard to look away.

"Like who?", I whispered. "I guess Danny cares about me, but I don't want him kissing me, that's for sure."

"I tell you what, I'll make you a deal. I promise to give you your first kiss, because I care about you. And I wouldn't want anyone to ruin such a special thing. Deal?"

I was struggling to find words to reply. Had he just said what he did? Was he serious?

"You....you mean...n...now?", I stuttered.

He gave that 'ehehe' laugh I'd come to know so well.  "No, not now. One day, when you're older, when you will appreciate it."

"Ok, deal", I replied, blushing a deep red.

I couldn't remember much else of that night, expect from then on, my feelings towards him changed day by day. Over the next few years, it developed into a silly schoolgirl crush, embarrasingly so. I would avoid him like the plague if he came to visit, hiding in my bedroom until he left, while my diary became filled with words of nonsense dedicated to him.

And then suddenly, without us realising it, he became a world famous star. At first, nothing changed. He would stop by the apartment from time to time to hang with Danny. Sometimes, we wouldn't see him for a few weeks due to auditions and rehearsals. Then slowly, weeks turned into months. Him and Danny would meet up for the short time he was in London before setting off to shoot more films or premiere tours.

This had been the longest we had gone without seeing him. Two whole years. And now here he was. In our apartment. And boy, did he look good. Two years might not be much, but he had changed in that time. He had a more worldly look to him, like he had seen things that had shown him a different world, things beyond his dreams. But at the same time, he was still Tom. The Tom my 13 year old self had fallen in love with.

"Sit down, Tom. I'll get us a beer!", Danny said, walking through to the kitchen.

I didn't know what to do with myself. So many times, I had pictured this meeting in my head. I would blow him away with how much I had grown since he'd been gone, he would take me in his arms, keeping his promise from all those years ago.

Who was I kidding? He was Tom Hiddleston now, superstar. There was no way he remembered the promise he had made me. Not when he could have any woman he wanted, at the drop of a hat. I tried not to think about it, I didn't want any awkwardness between us.

"You look good, Tom", I commented as we made our way through to the living room.

"I could say the same for you too, Chloe. You've certainly changed from the awkward 16 year old I last saw."

Was it my imagination, or he did run his eyes over me appreciatively as he said those words? Whatever the case, his words sent shivers down my back. It was no longer any schoolgirl crush, I had feelings for him, that I was sure of. It was the reason I had kept my side of our deal for so long.

We had almost got to the sofa, when he suddenly pulled me against him and whispered in my ear, like he had done at my birthday party.

"I've not forgotten our deal, Chloe."