Tom Hiddleston/Chris Hemsworth imagines (under SEVERE editing)

The photo

You heard the front door of yours and Toms house slam shut, and loud stomping footsteps approach where you were sitting in the study. A very angry looking Tom stormed in, holding some papers, and a photograph. He held up the letter and read. "Dear Tom Hiddleston. My name is (idk worst enemies name?) and I am a HUGE fan of your work. I was surfing the internet the other day and stumbled upon this photo." Tom paused and held up the photo. It showed you giving a kiss, on the cheek, to a unidentifiable man. He continued reading.

          "I was confused as I know that you and (Y/n) Have had a strong relationship for the past few years, and had just recently gotten engaged. I clicked on the image to see what this was all about and read the title of the the article '(Your full name) Cheating on Hiddleston?' I was shocked to say the least. In short the article said that paparazzi had taken a picture of (y/n) and this strange man out in public, holding hands and hugging, and at the end of the interaction, (y/n) gave the man a kiss. I thought I should bring this to your attention as I know you do not often go on the internet. Sincerely (wen) "
  
          He finished reading the odd letter and looked at you for an explanation. You just laughed, but when you saw he was being serious, you stopped. "You're serious aren't you?" you asked, clearly irritated. "Yes (y/n) I very much am, now do you care to explain yourself!?" You rolled your eyes and snatched the photo out of his hands to examine it.

          You looked closely to see any seams. Being a cinematographer and photographer, you could see photo shop from a mile away. Looking closely you saw a slight discoloration where your head met you neck, and it wasn't just a shadow. You snorted and looked at a still angry Tom. "Well this is obviously Photoshop" You explained, handing the photo back to Tom. "I don't know if I can believe you. You have been sneaking around lately, going out occasionally and not telling me where. There was also the time when you refused to let me see a text on your phone, not even telling me who it was from. How am I to trust you?"

        You let out a very venomous laugh. "So your really just going to believe some random stranger who could very easily be lying, instead of you fiance' who is also the expert on Photoshop." you glared at him. "I-" "No I'm not finished." you cut him off angrily. "You could have come to me with a calmer demeanor instead of jumping to conclusions, as you of all people should know that the media loves drama and scandles." You said standing up from your seat and going up to him and looking up at his as you are about a foot shorter. Tom had realized his mistake. The stress from the coming wedding had made him loose his judgement. "(y/n) I-" You again cut him off. "Save it, the fact that you cant even trust me, tells me that your not fit to marry me." You said. You took off the engagement ring and shoved it into his hand. You grabbed a small bag that was already packed for the weekend you were going to spend at your mothers house. You walked to the door and opened it about to walk out when Tom grabbed your arm. "(Y/n)" He looked at you with pleading eyes but the way he had been acting, well you had had enough of it. "Save it. Wait a few days, and I might listen to what pathetic excuse you might have." Yo said and left.

I know its cr*p but it will get better, part two coming soon. :)