Collection of Tom Hiddleston/Loki Imagines and One-Shots

Lay Down Your Life- Part Two

"I'll do it. I'll do the hit."

You were met with complete silence, and you had to stop your insides from turning to jelly and lower your heart rate. If Mark suspected something was up, just the slightest, you couldn't even imagine what the outcome would be. You refused to let yourself be intimidated by his silence, figuring he would talk when he was ready.

"What made you change your mind?" he finally asked.

You had been prepared for his question and without stumbling, you repeated the words you had been perfecting in your head.

"Let's just say you were right about it being good money. And anyway, it's not our business to get involved in other people's affairs. Like you once said yourself: we get in, get the job done, and get out."

"Excellent, I'm glad you saw some sense. I'll email you the instructions for the hit. He's attending a meet and greet for his fans tomorrow night. Our client had asked for it to be carried out then. I don't need to remind you to be discreet."

And with that he was gone. Your plan was risky, you knew that. Ideally, you would have liked to have been able to confide in someone, to be able to talk it through, to have them assure you you were doing the right thing. But in your line of work, you worked alone.

It wasn't safe to trust anyone else besides yourself, especially with the trick you planned to pull. You realised that the tiniest mistake could start off a chain of events that once rolling, were unstoppable. Hence why it was vital you get every detail right.

And sacrifices might need to be made, but you were willing to make them. After all, you owed Tom Hiddleston your life. Literally.

Flashback (3rd person POV)

She kept her head down as she made her way down through the crowds of Piccadilly Circus. It was the perfect place to carry out a hit. Some of her colleagues shied away from such places, the sheer amount of eyewitnesses frightening them from carrying out the job.

Yet, in amongst a crowd, she was in her element. No one would think twice about a soft shove from a stranger, a gun with a silencer could be carefully hidden underneath a layer of clothing, the noise of chatter and hubbub covering any sound made, and she could quickly make her exit, losing herself in among the sea of faces.

Ten minutes later, the hit had been successfully carried out. She didn't allow herself time to imagine what type of person the middle aged man had been. She always kept the target impersonal. Anything else just caused unwanted complications, like the guilt of bloodshed on her hands.

She had been so busy mentally planning her next steps once she got back to base, she didn't see the bus coming as she stepped into the road.

Just as she saw the bus descending on her, a strong pair of arms pulled her back onto the pavement, stealing her breath away.

"You might want to watch where you cross next time!", the stranger gently chided her. "Are you ok?"

She looked up at the man who had saved her life and all thoughts vanished. She had never seen someone as handsome as he was. His face was somehow familiar and she struggled to place where she had seen him before.

"You look a bit shaken up, do you want to sit down over in that cafe?", he continued, his features reflecting his concern.

"I'm...I'm fine", she lied, as she tried to walk and failed, tripping a little as she went.

"Are you sure? Let me help you...", and he took hold of her hands, steadying her, and she suddenly recognized him. Tom Hiddleston. Who had saved her life.