British One-shots and Imagines

Oneshot 3 (Tom Hiddleston)

In which you and Tom are at an Avengers cast pool-party.

Filming for the first Avengers had finished four days ago, and due to a new tradition the cast was trying to set, twenty-plus people were milling around in your backyard or pool.

You'd offered up your house in Maine for an end-of-filming pool party. Granted, some people had to fly in, others carpooled. Tom, however, was already at your house; he'd been there for three days.

Being in a relationship with Tom was, at times, a bit tricky. Tom's flat was in London, but having to move around so much meant that he wasn't there that often. Your house was in Maine. Not close enough to Ohio where the majority of the filming took place, or any other places (California, Pensylvania- Tom kept you updated.) Long distance wasn't your ideal relationship status, but you and Tom made it work and considering you'd been together for a year, you had to say it was working well enough.

Technically, you weren't part of the Avengers crew, but you had been for the first Iron Man. But when you teased that you had a pool, a bonfire pit, and a hot tub all in your backyard, for some reason, everyone agreed your house was the place to go.

You had no idea why.

Currently, you were walking around watering your potted plants, scattered here and there around the premises. Everyone was talking happily, drinks in most hands, and smiles on lips.

You were about to roll up the hose when you saw Tom with his back to you, talking to Robert. A mischievous idea sparked in your brain, and as quietly as possible you crept up behind him.

For a split second, Robert saw you over Tom's shoulder, but when you put a finger to your lips, he acted as though he hadn't seen a thing.

Thank god your friends were actors.

You switched the nozzle setting from 'shower' to 'jet' and called out to your boyfriend. "Hey, Tom," said boyfriend turned to face you with a brilliant smile on his face, left over from laughing at Robert's latest sarcastic quip.

Speaking of Downey, upon you calling Tom's name, he'd slyly slide behind Hemsworth, who was watching the scene unfold next to the other Chris.

He also had his phone in hand, peeking out behind Hemsworth's broad shoulder.

Tom's look of laughter shifted to one of confusion. "[Y/N]?" Your grin spread from ear-to-ear and you squeezed the handle of the nozzle.

The look on Tom's face was absolutely priceless. The freezing water blasted from the hose and straight into his chest, soaking his white polo instantly. His mouth opened in an 'O' shape, his eyes squeezed shut, and his head turned to avoid the spray of water. The empty cup he'd been holding dropped to the patio stones.

Robert was laughing in the background, along with several other cast members, gathered around to watch the spectacle.

You loosened your hold, and the water pressure eased to a trickle once Tom was thoroughly soaked. From the bottoms of his black dress pants to the collar of his white polo, Tom was completely and utterly drenched.

He shook his arms out, drops of water flying in every direction. You giggled under your breath and waved with your free hand.

Tom stood there for a moment, not really moving, and you suddenly worried if you'd actually ticked him off.

"Em, Tom?" He blinked several times and turned his face to you, still frozen in shock. You took a step forward. "Tom? I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it."

Tom's face split into a wide grin. You'd seen the Avengers, and you'd seen his Loki grin, and this was most certainly it. Time for you to take several steps backward.

In a flash, Tom was racing toward you, and you shrieked and sprayed him with the hose. It did nothing what-so-ever. He put up a hand against the stream and plowed forward.

Tom finally reached you and gripped the nozzle. You screamed when he wrapped his arms around you, trapping you against him while he wrestled to hose handle out of your grasp.

Tom's wet clothes instantly soaked you, leaving streaks of water all over your decently nice ones.

Tom finally managed to tear it from your hands; he turned it toward you and squeezed the nozzle.

But the only water that came out was a few drops of water.

"What the-" You looked over to where the hose hooked up to the house and found Jeremy standing there, squeezing the hose line.

"Sorry, man, I'm loyal to my girl." You sent him a grateful look, until Tom sighed, and swept you up in his arms, bridal style.

You screeched and wrapped your arms around his neck as he walked toward the pool. "Tom don't you dare! Thomas Hiddleston put me down or I will never make you brownies again!" Your vice-like grip around Tom's neck didn't seem to faze him. He paused at the edge of the deep end, toes hovering over the edge.

You looked back over to the patio to see everyone, everyone, laughing at the both of you. "Thomas I'm not letting go until you put me down on solid ground." Tom grinned and planted a kiss on your cheek.

"Then I guess we're both going in."

And with that, Tom jumped into the pool with you in his arms.

The water wasn't cold, in fact, it was a pleasant temperature. Pleasent enough where the cold didn't shock you to the core.

Tom's arms around you loosened, and your grip around his neck did too. You opened your eyes in the water, accompanied by a slight sting, and made out the blurry figure of Tom.

He was grinning, that much was for sure, you could see his pearly whites from miles away. Tom's hair floated freely, as though in zero gravity, and his shirt cuffs followed suit. You only hoped your hair wasn't terrible-looking.

You feet touched the fourteen-foot-deep pool, as did Tom's beside you. Both of your shoes were still on, weighing you down.

You reached for Tom's hand, which immediately found yours and grasped a hold of your fingers.

Both of you broke the surface of the water at the same time. Everybody had gathered around, doubled over laughing, several were videotaping. You were sure his fans on Twitter would go nuts over his white (basically see-through) shirt.

Tom was grinning still, and you whacked him on the arm. "You sir, don't get any cake from me for the next week," That only made him laugh more, as though he knew you couldn't keep your promise. You poked him again. "Help me up?" Tom swam over to the edge of the pool, and hulled himself to his feet, giving you a nice view of his 'English countryside.'

Tom grabbed your wrists, and in a fluid, strong motion, had you standing next to him on the side of the pool. You planted a kiss on his cheek before turning away to change your clothes.

Then you quickly spun on your soaking wet heels and shoved Tom in the pool.

The look of shock masked the one before, and when Tom came back up for air, it was still there. You sent him a cheeky wave and winked.

"I'll go get dessert."

"I should think so darling." 

A/N: Couldn't resist more Hiddles, he's too perfect. As always, requests are open, though I do have a few of my own ideas in mind if none come in. 

Love you guys, thanks for reading

~Kelly~