Imagines : TOM HIDDLESTON #Wattys2015

Imagine comforting Tom (part 2)

Imagine comforting Tom (part 2)

[due to the crazy demand on IG ((seriously, my wonderful followers are crazy)) find part 2 of the story. Enjoy]

It never felt so wrong, but so right when Tom kissed you on the lips. You'd felt yourself squeal inside, but in a good way. You'd seen him kissing in so many films, and now you finally found out what it felt like: heaven. Yes he was your friend, your best friend, who just broken with his girlfriend, of course he was needing some love. You blushed, gently easing yourself out of his arms, getting up from the sofa. "Well, erm, I should probably get you some clothes or something. Your suit is soaked and you can't sleep in that", you said to him trying to avoid looking into his still puffy eyes. "Oh yeah of course. Thanks again Y/N", Tom said, already taking off his wet jacket as you headed back to your bedroom. You searched through your wardrobe trying to find something that would fit him, and didn't make him look too silly. Pulling out a tshirt and a pair of trackies you headed back into the front room. Tom was stood, his back to you as he began to take off his white shirt as it clung to him. "Here you go. These should fit you", you smiled handing them to him. "Thank you", he smiled, turning to you, taking them off you, just as you got a quick glimpse of his muscular form underneath and felt yourself blush again. "Y/N, please. I know that you want me to sleep in your bed, which I am again so thankful to you for, but please. Sleep in your bed too, I will stick to one side. Please, I don't want you to put yourself out just for me". His puppy eyes met yours and no matter how hard you tried to keep firm to your decision, you soon changed your mind. "Okay fine. Just stop it with those", you chuckled, waving at his eyes as he broke into a grin. "Haha, thank you", he chuckled, as he took his clothes and brushed past you into your bedroom. You took a deep breath; surely this can't be happening. You grabbed the empty mug and made yourself and Tom a cup of tea and turning off the lights, headed to your room. "Oh sorry", you spluttered as you came in, Tom standing there topless, busy looking at the artwork and posters around your room as you felt your cheeks burning again. "No it's my fault. I got distracted, sorry", he chuckled, grabbing the tshirt and pulling it on. You giggled, realising you'd given him a Loki tshirt, and the trackies were more like shorts on him he was that tall. He frowned at your reaction, but as he looked down he laughed at himself. "Haha, maybe I should dress like this more often", he chuckled as you handed him a tea. "Well, I am sure your fans would love it", you chuckled as you took a sip of your tea and walked over to your bed and slipped into the covers, watching Tom as he looked around your room. "I see that I appear to have some influence or input over everything in this room", he muttered to himself as he walked around the room, his eyes scanning over your books and pictures, with extracts of Shakespeare and various Loki items scattered around. His eyes seemed to light up when he caught sight of the gift he had given you last Christmas on top of your dresser unit standing proudly on it's stand. "Oh how I have missed this bad boy", he chuckled in his Loki voice, his fingers trailing along the sceptre he'd given you. "You should put that on a tshirt", you pipped up laughing at him, as he burst into another fit of laughter. "Eheheh, you're right. Oh what could I do without you Y/N. You always know what to say to keep me sane", he chuckled as he came and joined you, getting into the other side of the bed. You could only smile at him, glad that your little joke and helped him to smile again, helping to ease his pain. "Tom, I know that you probably don't want to talk about it right now, which I understand, but you said something before. That in the argument Rachel accused you of cheating on her with someone?", you asked him carefully. He looked at you sternly, a little pain in his eyes as he bit his lip. "Yes, she did", he sighed, looking back at you, a mixture of conflicting emotions in his eyes. "She believed that I was cheating on her with you Y/N. She thought that because I was always talking to you, coming around to visit that she jumped to the conclusion that I was cheating on her. I told her this wasn't true, but she refused to believe me. She made me make a choice ...". You raised your eyebrows eager for him to continue, as well as partially in shock from being accused. "Rachel made me choose between you and her. Either I cut you off forever, or she cuts off me". Tom put his cup down and rubbed his eyes, letting out a sigh, before smiling weakly back at you. "I couldn't bare to live without you Y/N. I've known you for so long, and you mean so much to me. I couldn't bare to cut you out of my life". "Oh Tom", you cried, as you felt tears running down your cheeks. He hugged you tightly as you buried your head into his chest. "You are the greatest friend anyone could wish for", you said to him, stroking his damp slightly curled hair. "I want us to be more than that Y/N", Tom said, smiling gently as you. "I know", was all you could say to him as before you knew it you'd pushed your lips against his, wrapping your arms around him. Tom's arms snaked around you, pulling you on top of him, his lips kissing you passionately. Your hands ran through his hair, grasping it, pulling you closer to him. He nibbled on your lip, his tongue playing with yours as you both gave into each other, the passion of love giving into your deep friendship.