Loki & Tom Hiddleston Imagines

Tom: Buttercup

Average. That's what adjective you would use to describe your life, nothing consequent has ever really affected you in your boxed London life. You worked in a bakery a short walk away from your flat, you had a handful of friends who you saw every second weekend, you were single and content with the somewhat monotonous life that you seemed fated to live. That was until he came in.

The bell rang, signifying a customer had arrived so you put on a million watt smile and greeted them. He was tall, having to duck slightly to get through the wood and glass door, the second thing that struck you were his eyes. As deep and blue as the ocean and radiating a reassuring calm and kindness. It hit you like a ton of bricks, the ache in your chest. He smiled back at you and you felt like bursting, he was perfect. He picked up one of the 'Buttercup' breads, a sweet bread shaped like a buttercup. He paid for the bread and left with a wave and a soft spoken, "Thank you, love." You were struck from that moment on.

The next time he walked in was a week later, he was soaked from the rain outside and had used the bakery for shelter, even if there was only five minutes till close. He slicked back his wet, blonde hair and looked up, locking eyes with you.
"Oh! It's you again, I'm sorry for the late intrusion but the rain came up out of nowhere and I saw that you were still open." He gave you a wide, friendly, heart-melting smile that spread onto your own lips. 
"Take a seat sir, I'll get something to warm you." You started to head for the kitchen when his voice stopped you in your tracks.
"Please don't, I'd hate to be a pain and take up your time." You swivelled around and looked him dead in the eyes, a small smile still playing on your lips.
"It's no trouble at all, I'm done for the night anyway." You turned back around and set up to make some tea for the both of you. Once you had finished that you brought out all of the things you would need for tea, only to have it taken out of your hands by the courteous man that stood before you.
"I'll take it to the table, you go sit down love."

Following his orders you take a seat at the table as he set's everything down for the two of you to enjoy.
"So, stranger, do you mind giving me your name?" You ask, taking a sip of the tea he prepared for you.
"I'll give you my last name." He winks at you and lets out a chuckle, shaking his head as he continues, "That aside, my name is Tom. Though I'm more interested in your name, love." He leans forward, his chin resting on his hand as he seems to study you like an art critic to a piece of artwork.
"(Y/n), my friend owns this bakery, but I'm the manager here." He nod thoughtfully and takes a swig of his tea.
"I came by this week to see if I could catch you, but you weren't here every time I popped in." He rubbed the back of his neck bashfully, a smile constantly planted on his supple looking lips.
"You were looking for me?" You let out a surprised huff, the oxygen in your lungs practically knocked out of you.
"Well, I can't exactly ask if you'd like to get dinner telepathically, can I?" You laugh at his question and agree.

An hour later and Tom walks you home, commenting on the lovely vintage architecture that adorns the flat you live in. After exchanging numbers and agreeing on a date you parted ways with a kiss to your temple and an embrace. The weeks that followed were amazing, Tom had given your life the thing you had needed: A spark. He'd electrified your heart in a way that no one else ever had. Things didn't change when you found out about his occupation, you were still smitten with the man that was Tom Hiddleston. He'd planted himself straight into your heart, your little Buttercup. 

After three years Tom proposed, a bouquet of Buttercups in one hand and a beautifully adorned engagement ring in the other. 
"(Y/n), the love of my life, it's been three years of never ending perfection with you and I can't wait for more. You've made my life that bit more exciting, you've electrified me with your love. I can't imagine going forward in my life without you by my side. So, I guess what I am really asking is, will you do me the highest honour of being your husband." You said yes without delay, he was your soulmate.

Looking back, the fact that your life was so simple had been perfect for you, if had been any other way you wouldn't have met Tom, your husband and the love of your life. The dazzling charm your life needed.

Your Buttercup.

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Hey guys! This one shot was based off a song that I love called Buttercup and was also based off the meaning of the flower, that being 'Your Charm Dazzles Me."

I really enjoyed writing this one and I hope you guys enjoy reading it just as much! Let me know if you guys have any requests or anything you'd like me to write about in the future, I always love getting recommendations.

Thank you, as always, for reading!

Love, TiffIsNotNormal.