Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston Imagines

Fathers Approval

- Tom - 

"Dad. Please can you be on your best behaviour?" I asked over the phone.

"I can't promise anything." he replied.

"Dad!" I complained.

"The man is fifteen years older than you _____." my dad replied.

It was his response to everything since Tom and I had started dating six months ago.

"He is only twelve years older than me." I corrected.

"That is not the issue _____. He is still considerably older than you." he said, matter of fact-ly.

"Dad please. Tom and I have invited you out for dinner. Mam likes him. You've never met him and it sounds like you hate him." I said, distressed.

I felt hands reach for my shoulders and rub soothing circles into my shoulder blades, relaxing my tense posture instantly.

"We will see tonight." he said.

"See you tonight." I sighed as he hung up the phone.

"He still hates me." Tom sighed.

"No Tom. Never. He doesn't hate you. He doesn't even know you! He needs to meet you first." I said, turning around to face him.

"He will still hate me. Because I am older than you." he sighed.

I grabbed his hands which had fallen from my shoulders to his sides in defeat and squeezed them reassuringly.

"Tonight you can show him how amazing you are. And the reason why I fell in love with you. For who you are." I smiled softly up at his handsome stressed face.

Tom hesitated before nodding and squeezing my hands in return.

- - - - 

Tom reached for my chair before I could pull it out and pulled it out for me, allowing me to sit down before pushing it in for me.

A regular occurrence I was still getting used to myself.

"Thank you." I smiled at him as he finally took his seat next to me, his leg bouncing with nerves and his hands wringing tightly together.

"Hey. Relax. It's going to be okay." I said, reaching over for his hands.

"_____." the familiar voice of my father called, breaking us apart.

"Sir." Tom welcomed, standing up to greet my mother and father.

My dad shook Tom's outstretched hand before walking around the table to greet me.

"Tom. Lovely to see you again." My mam smiled before going for the closest seat, next to Tom... secretly separating my father and Tom.

"Allow me." Tom spoke pulling out my Mams chair just as he had done for me.

"Thank you. Such a gentleman. You sure have found a keeper." My mam teased, throwing me a wink.

My dad sighed quietly at my Mam's remark.

"How was work?" I asked my dad to break the awkward atmosphere.

"The same as usual. I was..."

- - - - 

"I'll get the bill." Tom said, going to stand up.

My mam nudged my dads arm which rested on the table.

"It is only fair that I pay for my wife and I." my dad said, glaring slightly at my mam to which she smirked.

"No I insist. I invited you here. I will pay." Tom said.

"It is no trouble for -" my Mam started.

"Please Mr and Mrs ______. I insist. Allow me to pay." Tom said, reaching for his wallet without checking the bill and walking off to pay for our table.

"I like him." My mam smiled as she leaned on her hands, her elbows resting on the table.

"I like him too Mam." I smiled back, turning to glance at Tom's retreating figure.

We both turned to my father.

"I like him."

My jaw dropped.

And I'm sure my Mam nearly fainted in shock.

"I mean it. He is a gentleman. I seen him pull out the chair for you. It wasn't an act to please me because you two didn't know we had arrived. He didn't talk about himself all night like your previous boyfriend. He listened and only imputed when he felt necessary or when asked. And he insisted on paying the bill without even looking at the hefty price." my dad explained.

"That's just Tom." I smiled lovingly.

"He is a gentleman. And from tonight he deserves my only daughter... but if he hurts you-" my dad begun.

"Dad. He won't hurt me like what happened before. I promise. Tom is a good guy." I smiled.

 - - - - 

"Welcome to the family Tom." my dad threw over his shoulder as he climbed into the awaiting taxi.

Tom turned to me with a broad grin spread across his cheeks, reaching his eyes.

"I love you." Tom smiled, pressing a kiss to my forehead.