Marvel Cast Oneshots

i do ~ tom hiddleston x reader

{I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do - ABBA}

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{set in the Edinburgh Castle gardens}

He stood there. Stunning and regal, sexy and delicious. God, you couldn't wait until later to rip that wonderful suit off him. You bit your lip to stop your jaw from dropping straight to the ground. Your father's grip tightened on your arm as you slowly strode down the aisle. Your heart raced and your hands shook. Whether it was the excitement or nerves, you had no clue. You were about to get married to the most dazzling, kind, incredible man on the planet.

The press was there too, of course. With both of your permissions, they'd been allowed to photograph the ceremony and reception. Tom's logic had been that if we didn't just let them be, they'd find a less legal way to get in anyway. You'd agreed wholeheartedly; the last thing you wanted was a scene at your wedding.

Well, shit, you thought, exhaling. I'm getting married to Tom Hiddleston.

You were advancing towards the altar. He was gazing at you fondly, that great big beaming smile on his face. He was clean-shaven, his sharp jawline ever pronounced, the muscle on the side of his head moving as he clenched his jaw. The front of his curly, blond hair was slicked to the side. His jet-black suit made his cobalt eyes pop, their vibrant pools drawing you in. A gold tie held itself around his neck, complimenting the detailing on your ballgown-style dress.

What a pair the two of you were. The paparazzi loved you together; they adored how you always tried your best to match and look as couple-y as you could. Tom secretly loved it as well, as much of a private man as he was.

You reached the altar and your father handed you over to Tom, who took your hands and squeezed them, stepping forward so that there was merely a foot between you.

Those eyes, you sighed contentedly.

You grinned up at him. You were barely hearing the officiant talking.

"Dearly beloved friends, family and onlookers, we are gathered here today to celebrate the bonding of these two beautiful souls..."

You could not for the life of you take your eyes off him. His eyebrows, one slightly more cocked than the other, as usual when he looked seriously at you, were neat and tidily groomed; his laugh lines on the sides of his eyes gave away the smile he was trying to smother; and his lips. Goodness, his lips.

"...Tom, do you take (Y/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Tom gazed at you and replied in his deep, gravelly voice, "I, Thomas William Hiddleston, do take you, my dearest (Y/N) , to be my wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward; for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to fondly cherish, till death do us part."

A tear slid down your cheek, your overwhelming happiness getting to you. You held his hands tightly in yours. You could hear the audience "aww-ing".

"(Y/N), do you take Tom to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

You squealed. Tom and the audience chuckled. You didn't even blink to break your eye contact.

"I, (Y/N) (M/N) (L/N), do take you, my forever soulmate, to be my husband, to be your lover, companion, best friend. Your partner in parenthood, your ally in conflict, your greatest fan -" a laugh rippled through the onlookers, paparazzi and Tom included. "- and your toughest adversary, to love and to so fondly cherish, till death do us part."

Your nine-year-old nephew rushed up with the rings and placed them in the officiant's hands. He scurried back to his seat after Tom winked at him.

The officiant handed one to you and the other to Tom. Tom slid the ring onto your finger. You did his in turn. The weight on your finger felt wonderful. He beamed at you, his sparkling teeth dazzling you once again.

"And with this ring, I thee wed. I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."

Tom swept you into his arms and tipped your chin up for you to meet his lips. You snaked your hands around his neck and pulled him closer. It was as if the earth's spin-speed had increased by a million times; you felt on top of the world as it smiled up at you. You felt the strength and excitement charge through your veins, lighting you on fire. His hands trailed flames on your skin. He held you, lips pressed so tightly to yours, so tender and gentle, yet so powerful and passionate.

You pulled away smiling, completely breathless, your eyes shut, hearing the audience explode and the loud scrape of chairs as everybody stood. Cameras flashed wildly. You opened your eyes. You arms held steadfast to your husband's neck. His tight grip on your waist told you he didn't want to let go anytime soon either.

Cheering blasted your ears, but your eyes were full to the brim with your ecstasy and you barely noticed the noise. Tom laughed and turned you to face the crowd. He placed his arm around you and settled it onto your left butt cheek. You glanced up at him with an eyebrow raised. He winked at you.

"We are going to have a ball later," he whispered into your ear. His minty breath sent goosebumps down your bare neck. "And I don't mean the after-party, darling."

You smacked his arm, earning another wink. You snuggled up to his side and flower petals rained down around you as you walked down the aisle; your happiness was unparalleled to any other moment throughout your whole life.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce our newlyweds: Mr and Mrs Hiddleston."

Cheers erupted from the crowd, the entire ballroom was loud and happy. Cameras flashed. You and Tom waved, smiling for the photographers. The colourful lights reflected off the disco ball above your heads. Time for your first dance.

He offered you his hand, bowing low. You took it and let him lead you to the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by friends, family and fans. You breathed out, letting your intense nerves leave your body. Eyes (and cameras) watched your every move. Tom held you close, his body moulding into yours; you were made for each other.

A quick waltz sounded from the speakers around the room. Tom raised an eyebrow at you, warning you to brace yourself. You loved dancing, and so did he. This is going to be fun!

He loped around in time to the music, leading you with his swaying hips and long arms. You followed effortlessly; you'd rehearsed this for months. Dancing with Tom had become one of your favourite pastimes.

One hand in his, the other on his shoulder, he pulled you impossibly closer, your two people becoming one. In holy matrimony, you could say. You laughed, gliding gracefully around the room. You spied all the envious faces in the crowd, feeling extremely special. Tom hadn't stopped smiling at you once. The love he expressed for you made your heart flutter, ache, and stop, all at once.

He spun you out and pulled you back in again, surprising you with a small peck on your lips. The audience let loose a soft "ah!". You laughed again, this time Tom joined you, his eyes screwing up mirthfully, his distinguished chuckle making you laugh harder.

The song finished on a lovely, long note as Tom spun you back in once more. You huddled into his chest as the crowd clapped. Cameras flashed, again!

He looked down at you, his intense, loving gaze enrapturing you. You put your forehead against his and stared into his blue orbs.

"I love you, Mrs Hiddleston," he whispered. You barely heard him above the crowd.

"God, I love you, too, Tom," you giggled, standing on your tip-toes and pressing your lips to his. "Thank you for such a special day."

"It takes two to tango, my love. Thank you."

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{This oneshot has a very special place in my heart. I believe it's one of my best thus far, so I sincerely hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as I have writing it!}