Loki & Tom Hiddleston Imagines

Tom: 30 Minute Break

You watched Tom from the side of the set, ignoring the constant vibration in your pocket. It was probably Bryan, your ex fiance and an absolute dick head. Instead you chose to concentrate on Tom and the stellar performance he was putting on; you were enraptured by his amazing stage presence and fluid movements. The director called the scene over and Tom lightly jogged over to you, sweat on his brow from the heat outside and a charming smile on his handsome face.

"Hello, love! I didn't think you'd make it!" He pulled you into a hug, making you chuckle a little. "I thought Bryan would've wanted you all to himself! He's not too fond of our days spent together." Tom pulled you along to his trailer, having finished all of his scenes for the day, you were sure he had something planned.

You nervously chuckled, tugging on your sleeves slightly.
"No, he didn't want me to come at all today." You sighed out, fiddling with the end of your black sweater.
"Oh, really? How are you here then, love?" Tom watched your movements carefully, watching how your eyes shifted slightly and how you clawed at your skin. Something was wrong.

"We had a little argument is all... I left yesterday, so you can imagine he's not happy with me." You chuckled, but to Tom's well trained ears it sounded fake and strained. He decided he wouldn't push you on the subject too much, perhaps later he could bring it up casually.
"Well, okay love. I've decided we're going to mine and I am making us dinner, is that alright with you (y/n)?" You bobbed your head, signalling that you were okay with his plans. He clapped his hands together and headed off into the bathroom, babbling on about how excited he was to get the pleasure of spending the evening with you.

This was going to be a long night.

(TIMEY WIMEY SKIPPY WIPPY)

Tom's flat had always been extremely comforting to you, the warm wooden floors that blended well with the soft grey walls. The many bookshelves that were scattered around, holding various pieces of literature, his leather reading chair, brown and worn from Tom's endless hours of his sitting and reading, sometimes sleeping.

The fireplace was lit, casting warm shadows around the cosy lounge.
"Take a seat (Y/n), I'll make us something to eat. Pasta sound good to you?" He took off his coat and turned to you, a smile splayed on his perfect face.
"Pasta sounds lovely, thank you." Tom gave you a curt nod and hurried into the kitchen, the sounds of pots and pans clanging following not long after.

You giggled and grabbed a book from one of the many shelves, sitting down in his reading chair and flicking through said book. You weren't particularly paying attention to the book, not fully absorbing any of the words. Behind the buzz of your mind you could hear Tom singing something in his velvety voice.

You could feel yourself getting too warm, the fireplace (although appreciated) was letting off a little too much heat for you to keep wearing your much loved sweater. You stripped it off and placed it on the back of the chair, standing up so you could check on Tom and the food.

You stepped into the kitchen to find Tom setting everything up at the breakfast bar, a peaceful gaze in his eyes. He looked up, his eyes meeting yours, before smiling at you.
"I was just about to get you, dinner is- What is that?!" He walked around the bar to you, worry shining in his eyes. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused about his sudden change in topic and mood.
"What do you mean? What is what?" You were confused until Tom grabbed your arm, then it all clicked into place.
"Who did this to you? Who would do this?" Tom stroked your arm gently, his face pain ridden at the multiple bruises and scars that line your arms.

You pulled away gently and tried to stop the tears that were going to flow.
"Bryan, after the last time we were together, after your break. I went home and he, well he wasn't happy. That's why, why I ran away from him. Because he did this, he abused me because he was jealous of you." Tom began to shake, a look a fury flashing onto his face.
"He never deserved you, I knew he was a bad guy. I should have warned you." You hugged him and shook your head, letting out a sad laugh.
"It wasn't your fault, neither of us could have predicted that this would happen, but I know that I'm never going back." Tom pulled you closer and stroked your hair, only pulling away to gaze at your face.
"Stay here, you'll be safe and it'll be more than the 30 minute breaks we have together, just please, stay with me."

"Okay. I trust you."