Hiddletales: Tom Hiddleston Imagines

Betrayal

AUTHOR'S NOTE
It's been a year. How have you been? I've missed writing these a lot, and especially after all of the increasingly successful feedback, I'm glad to update here and there when I have time. With Thor: Ragnarok just around the corner, I thought I'd celebrate and get back into the swing of things by gifting you with another imagine. Enjoy!

ADDITIONAL NOTE: I have a new fanfic out! It's called Lokasenna, and it's about a girl who is called to take back the throne of Asgard from Loki after T:TDW and Age of Ultron, as well as the fact that it bridges the gap between that and Ragnarok. Take a look if you like, I promise you won't be disappointed. This one shot is sort of based off of that story, so if you enjoyed this one, then you should definitely consider reading it! :)

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           You had seen him take the throne. It seemed to have slipped through Odin's fingers so easily under his cunning wit and precise timing. In fact, Loki's plan was all too perfect to the point where it was almost unbelievable. How could one manipulate others like clockwork so efficiently? Now, there he sat, with a slouching posture that yet revealed such a magnitude of power and strength. He may not have nearly as much physical strength as Thor, but his mental capacity seemed to even overpower Odin, the almighty Allfather himself. And all you could do was stand in awe.

    Or hide in awe.

    You knew that if he found out that you, a lowly Midgardian, were in the presence of the throne room, he would have you cast out. Or even possibly executed. Despite the fact that you were indeed clad in Asgardian armor, however, you were sure he could see right through you.

     But you had to do this. For the kingdom of Asgard. Thor knew of your plan. In fact, he had planned to assist you in overthrowing Loki, despite his newfound acceptance for him.
     You walked up to the throne, put your hand across your chest, bowed your head, and kneeled.

    "My king," you said with a slight tremble in your voice.

    "What is it?" Loki sneered. "What could I possibly fulfill for you, woman?"

   You looked up suddenly. "You dare call me woman..."

     Loki narrowed his eyes and sat on the edge of the throne, gripping the scepter. "You should be joyous that I do not call you wench instead," he spat.

    You were taken aback for a moment. "Do you not remember the love we shared?"

    "What love?" Loki scoffed. "All I remember is you tearing my heart out, piece by piece, with my own brother," tears started forming within his eyes due to his madness and rage. "And you couldn't even think to look at me any longer because the mere, monstrous sight of me didn't  meet up to your standards."

    "That is not true!" You tried to justify. "Thor was trying to assist me, I meant you no harm..."

You started to tear up yourself. "Can you not forgive, Loki? Has the power of the throne blinded your soul?"

"Forgiveness is not in my nature," Loki raged.

"Betrayal is not in mine."

"Aaaaand CUT!" A bell rang as Taika, the director, called the scene. "Fantastic job, you guys. That was phenomenal chemistry between you two. Everyone take a short break, we'll be shooting again in about five minutes."

You ran up to the throne to Tom, who still had tears in his eyes, and sat in his lap. He held you in his arms. You both started laughing, with the remaining teardrops finally falling down his cheeks. You wiped them off of his face with your hands.

"Phenomenal."

"We really do make a good bunch, don't we?" He said as he slicked his black hair back.

You nodded. "Your abilities to carry the true emotion throughout this scene are just so unreal," you confessed, and he kissed you on the cheek. You got off of his lap and walked down the steps of the built-in throne on set, and walked over to the nearby off-set holding area, where the both of you joined Chris. He was getting a snack because his scene was in about twenty minutes. He smiled, mid-bite, when the two of you approached, and he patted both you and Tom on the back.

"I'm impressed as always, brother," Chris complimented with a playful smirk. "But not as impressed as I am with this young maiden, who was able to take all of the hits."

You chuckled. "Ehh, well, when you've lived with him and his emotions for a few years, you learn to understand him, of course," you said, looking up at Tom, who then surprisingly came up from behind your shoulder and suddenly kissed you right in front of Chris.

"I'd think the same of you, my darling."

You blushed and then laughed. "Oh, I see."

Chris laughed as well. "I completely understand, mates. It goes the same for Elsa and I." Then he winked. Then you blushed even more.

"Alright, guys, two minutes until call-time!" You all heard someone shout.

"Well," Chris smiled. "Time for Loki to do some more damage."

Tom laughed. "Indeed so." He looked down at you.

"Everything we do here, we're just metaphorically getting our revenge on each other for the things that happen while we're not filming," you sarcastically stated. "So, if I punch you, sweetheart, I actually mean it."

Both Chris and Tom laughed.

"Ah, yes, because I am so intolerable to you," Tom smirked.

"Exactly, my love."

Then he picked you up. "Now, back to filming we go," and he carried you back in his arms up until he reached the entrance to the soundstage, where he set you down before ascending the steps. "Now, where were we... woman?"

    You smiled and took his hand, arriving back in the throne room of Asgard just before the camera crew called the break to be over in order to begin filming the next scene.