Shooting Plan - Short Tom Hiddleston x You Story 3

Another imagine, after a rather long break. I was quite busy lately, but there is finally another one! I hope you will enjoy it as much as you did earlier ones! :D

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You've been searching for the place for ages. You looked again on the scrap of paper, then on a weird map in your hand, and turned left, absolutely lost. You couldn't understand the way American streets were made, and you were really tired. Fortunately, you already had the keys, so you could go there in any moment. It didn't make much sence for you, but you went for it. You had only your bag with you, filled with some money, tissues, chewing gum, and other most important stuff and the rest of your baggage was already in hotel, waiting for you.

The story is that you won a week long trip to America. It was quite surprising for you, your entry wasn't THAT interesting, but since they choose you, you gladly accepted. Now you were wandering around, and the streets were getting more and more empty. You were quite surprised, it wasn't possible that you would travel that far. Finally you reached a place where everything was empty, just people sitting on benches with closed eyes, and resting. You couldn't really comprehend what was going on there.

"And what you're doing here?" You heard a voice right behind you. It was somehow familiar, at first you thought it was some of you internet friends you had a chance to chat on skype, and you started to turn with relief painted all over your face, which turned into pure shock when you finally saw who was standing behind you.

It was Loki. Or Tom Hiddleston in full Loki outfit, as you corrected yourself. You opened your mouth to say something, but no sound wanted to leave your mouth, so after few tries you closed your mouth, suddenly noticing that you probably looked silly with your jaw hanging low in astonishment. He sighed and walked few steps closer. "Do you even speak english?" He asked again, in kind of mocking tone.

You quickly nodded, something finally clicking in your mind, and you took out a paper with adress from your purse. "I, uh, I am lost, and, ah, need to find this place..." You said, proud of yourself that you managed to say something that actually made sence. Tom took the paper from your hand and studied it. His face brightened up. "Ah, I know this place!" He grinned. " You're lucky that now we have a break in shooting. I can walk you to the boundaries, and I'll show you where to go next." He smilled.

You accepted it. Hell, you would accept even if you saw a knife in his hand and murderous look in his eyes. You two were talking, mainly him at the beggining, then you finally understood that Tom in fact was just normal person, a little like cosplayers who you could see sometimes in city when conventions were held. You got a bit more confident, and you even joke around a bit. Tom seemed delighted that you managed to act like a normal person, not most of the girls, and he kept entertaining you, saying some things that only Loki would say.

He slowed a bit down after few minutes, and you easily understood that you were nearing the destination. He sighed softly, and leaned on the wall, right next to some narrow alley. "So, I guess it's time to say goodbye. Come here, I'll draw on your map where you should go."

You eagerly made few steps towards him, pulling out your map, when he suddenly caught your elblow and pulled you into alley, pushing you towards the wall and trapping you with his arms between him and the wall. "Are you sure you should trust the God of Mischief?" He asked, smug grin on his lips, face dangerously close. You could feel your face getting pure red, and lips slowly part. Your map fell on the ground, and the only thing you could hear was this quiet buzz in the back of your head, and breathing of you two. You tried to play along.

"Well, or I could trick you and steal your staff, hm?" Your grinned too, reaching for staff which was attached to his waist. He looked at you, then started to laugh, moving away a little. "You're adorable." He purred, and ruffled your hair." He stepped back one step. "Maybe you should work with me, huh? " He chuckled. "We could talk about this later. If you want, that is. You see, there is a nice coffee shop just a street away, and the shooting ends in three hours. If you would wait for me, I could drive you to your apartament. What do you say?"

You would have to be an idiot to not agree to such a proposition. With biggest grin on your face you ever had on your face, you nodded so hardly that your hair started to jump in all directions, and he didn't seem to mind at all, he laughed again. "Well then, see you later. " He bent a little. " My lady, it was a pure pleasure meeting you." He grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on it, then pulled you toward him, sliding his lip up your arm and ended up on your cheek. "As I said, you shouldn't trust God of Mischief."

He placed a really slight kiss on your lips, one you could swear never happend if you didn't have your eyes open all the time, and then he was walking away, his back facing you, only his hand waving as he walked away.

Three hours were long. You was so excited to meet him again that your mind was occupied only with Tom, Loki, and Tom as Loki. You ended up being in coffee shop 30 minutes earlier, and you were dozing off, when you felt hands slightly massaging your back, and soft, familiar voice whispered "Welcome, princess."