Tom Hiddleston Imagines

Suprise(TOM)

You stand at the side of the stage, hidden behind curtains, as you watch Tom, your on-screen husband, silence the screaming fans with a single finger to his lips. You're waiting anxiously in your own costume, your normally brown hair hidden under an ice-blonde wig arranged in elaborate braids and wavy extensions which flow down your back. Your corseted cream dress with gold embellishments and threads was designed by Marvel to be a perfect complement to Loki's black leather and green silk.

As you watch Tom stay perfectly in character, despite his obvious excitement, you bite your lip and feel heat wash over you as Tom/Loki commands the crowd to chant his name. Just as you feel the crowd's ovaries exploding - even the men's too - you know that's your agreed upon cue to step onto the stage.

"Loki!" you shout from the sidelines and storm onto the stage. The crowd goes wild when they see you, and begin chanting "Sigyn! Sigyn! Sigyn!"

"Oh, uh, hello my love," Tom/Loki suddenly acts sheepish, scratching his palm nervously. "I was just...uh...These meagre mortals..."

You cross your arms and look unimpressed, shaking your head. "You were pretending to rule them again, weren't you?"

"No, of course not!"

You look to the crowd. "Was he?" The crowd erupts into cheers and screams. You look back to Tom/Loki. "That's my answer, Loki."

"But, Sigyn, my love-"

"Don't you 'my love' me, Loki of Asgard. You're heading back home." You snap your fingers and point off the stage.

"But, but, these mortals need a ruler!"

You give him your Sigyn-smirk. "I didn't say I was leaving."

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