Tom Hiddleston Imagines

02 | Kneel

Having a child...Oh let me rephrase that...having a 37- year- old boyfriend who sometimes behaves like a child, is a tough work. Although I enjoy the playful side of Tom's, I find myself being VERY annoyed by that sometimes. For example, yesterday, he decided that it was a bake-a-cake day.

It was, I think, around 8 in the evening when he made that decision. I was taken aback to be honest, because he was at work since 7 in the morning and I thought that he would be dead tired. But he was not.

I was laying on my comfortable sofa reading my favourite book when I heard different bowls hitting the counter while Tom was humming a song. I wanted to ask him what he was doing in there, but I was pretty sure what was happening. Either way, I went to the kitchen and by the time I stepped my foot in, Tom turned his head and smiled to me, "Ah, darling, just in time. Where do you keep this round...grey thing that you put the dough in?" "You mean a pan?", I said almost laughing, "YES, thank you. Now where is it?", "it's in the cupboard next to the fridge" I said smiling.

"What I would do without you?", he almost whispered.

"More of a mess I guess" I said smiling cheekily to him. I adore him though. Thank God he knows how to cook or else I would be the one preparing every meal of the day and every dessert or snacks he likes. At least now, he makes whatever his appetite desires.

"You know what?" he asked me after he took the pan out.

"What?" I asked, waiting for him to tell me what he was thinking.

"I think I'm going to make a cake in the shape of...Loki's helmet." he said with an obvious excitement in his voice and face.

"Oh God" I burst out laughing "HOW will you manage to do that". "Easily. I will first bake the cake and then I will cut it in a circle and then I will bake another cake and I will cut it in cubes and I will put each cube on top of the other. It will be a round cake with sticks on top of it" he said with that mischievous smile he mastered while playing Loki.

I was... shocked. And confused nonetheless. "Tom, it's almost 8:30."

"And?"

"And? You have to wake up early in the morning.", "Nonsense".

"Oh? Alright then. Can't wait to see what will come out of this...cooking?"

"Ok then."

"Ok." That were my last words. However, I never left the room. I made myself a cup of coffee and I sat on the counter next to Tom, watching every move he made.

"Right", he said to himself while reading the cookbook. "I need eggs.", he looked at me as if waiting for me to go and grab them.

"Well...the fridge is over there and the eggs are waiting for you inside" I said while pointing at the fridge. BUT he did NOT move a muscle. "Go!" I could not believe what he was asking.

"No, I'm not going. You're the one who's cooking, not me". He sighed, yet he moved his pretty, cute ass over to the fridge. "Good boy, Thomas." I said smirking. As soon as I said that he turned his head and gave me a death glare. Well, it takes two to play a game.

"And flour. Oh, don't forget the butter" he muttered.

After he gathered all the ingredients he needed for the cake, he went to the counter and started pouring them in the bowl. Carefully though because he didn't want to make any mess. He started stirring slowly in the beginning and then a little bit faster. And faster. And faster. And...bamm. The bowl was now on the floor. I could not believe what just had happened. On the one hand I wanted to laugh because for some reason it was quite entertaining, but on the other hand, the mixture was basically on the damn floor 'looking' at me and Tom as if it was telling us 'YES IM FREE'. Someone had to clean it.

We were both shocked by the sudden incident but Tom did not waste any time. He turned his whole body towards me and with his Loki voice and smirk said,

"Kneel"