Imagine Tom on Halloween (part 3)
[even some stories need three parts. Third time lucky right? ;) ]
You never left Tom's side as you both sat together on the sofa, the drinks flowing around the party. Admittedly, the Avengers cast had taken you both by surprise, and although it had happened nearly three hours ago, you still felt nervous. "Hehe, you got LOKI'D", Robert joked, tossing the skeleton hand to Tom who flinched, but laughed, trying to put on a brave face. "Yes, alright I will admit it. It was very good", Tom chuckled as he rubbed your arm as you rested against him, taking a swig of his drink. "Oh no, the God of Mischief has lost his mojo", Jeremy joked as he shot down the rest of his drink. Tom smirked, but his pride was hurt, and he shifted uneasily in his seat. "Well, you could have fooled me. With a scream like that you could scare away all the cats in the neighbourhood", Scarlett whispered quietly to Tom as she filled up his glass, sliding back over to sit next to Jeremy. Tom tried to smile, but it faltered and failed to show. A gentle knock on the door made you flinch, making you knock over your drink, untouched, out of your hands. "I'll get it", Tom said, giving you a quick kiss as you hastily tried to mop up your drink. "You okay? You're still a little jumpy. You sure you're going to be able to sleep?", Scarlett asked quietly as she came over to help. You shook your head, and she put a reassuring hand on you as you watched Tom leave to answer the door. You got up and headed to the kitchen, watching Tom answer the door as you went through. You reached into the cupboard where you kept medicine, and shakily grabbed some sleeping tablets. You were just about to pop one in your mouth when you heard a terrified scream come from the corridoor. Dread and panic filled you; it was Tom. You ran from the kitchen and collapsed at the sight before you. The door was wide open, a growing pool of blood in the floor, and in the centre of it, Tom, a knife sticking out of him. The others came rushing in after hearing Tom's scream, and all were horrified. You crawled to Tom's side, his eyes glazed over, staring up at the ceiling, his mouth hanging agape, his chest still. "Tom!", you cried, shaking uncontrollably as tear fell down your cheeks as Chris and Chris rushed to your side to comfort you, Robert and Samuel running out of the front door to see where the attacker had gone. No body knew what to say, or do, as everyone was silent and pale in shock, Scarlett bursting into tears and collapsing into Jeremy's and Mark's arms. You reached out and stroked his cheek, your hand trembling as you cried. You froze, and frowned, looking at Tom's face. You blinked back tears furiously, as you saw just the fractionest of movement; the corner of his mouth curled slightly, but only for a second. Everyone was in tears crying, but you calmed yourself down before you drew your hand back, and sharply slapped him across the face. "THOMAS WILLIAM HIDDLESTON!", you screamed at him, much to everyone's surprise. "Ouch!", Tom yelped, jerking violently from the your slap as his hand cupped his cheek, looking hurt. Everyone looked at Tom, firstly with surprise, then relief, then with anger. "You-you-you-", Chris stuttered speechless as he pointed to his brother-from-another-mother sit up, rubbing his cheek whilst laughing. "Eheheh! Your all such idiots. You've been LOKI'D!", Tom laughed, twiddling his invisible Wendy moustache in glee. Only no one was smiling, everyone was furious, tears stained down their cheeks as they looked at him. "Look. See, fake", he tried to say convincingly, pulling the knife out of his chest to show it's retractable blade. The smile soon vanished as he looked at everyone looking sternly at him, and gulped. "Erm, happy Halloween?", he said uncertainly. You cocked your eyebrow at him, before lunging forward and grabbing his ear, pulling him up by it. "Owe! Owe! Owe! No, stop it! That's hurts Y/N! Look, I'm sorry! Owe!", he shouted as you proceeded to drag him by his ear through to the front room, pushing him down into a chair as you stood, arms folded glaring down at him, with the rest of the Avengers behind you. "Look, I'm sorry. It was a joke. I'm sorry", he spluttered apologetically, looking fearfully between everyone as he sat there in his blood/sweat soaked shirt. "Does this ring any bells?", you said, gesturing to the team around you as Tom sat there, now looking pretty scared. Tom nodded, and gulped a bit, realising he might have gone to far. "Then you know what comes next...", you began to say as you winked at Scarlett who nodded, and disappeared off, heading through to another room. "I-I don't follow", Tom said scared, glancing around. "You, mr God of Mischief, have taken this one joke too far. Your reign of fun must come to an end", you chuckled in your best 'Nick Fury' voice, much to the surprise of The Nick Fury who tried to resist the urge to laugh. You managed to keep Tom's attention so he didn't see Scarlett sneaking up behind him with the props. You gave a nod, and she slammed the cuffs onto Tom's hands, trapping him to the chair. He gave a yelp of surprise and tried to free himself, the little avail. Scarlett came back around smiling and passed you the last prop, which made Tom's eyes widen. "Y/N, everyone, please, I'm sorry. I just got carried away", he pleaded, but everyone nodded in agreement and you slammed the gag onto Tom, ignoring his protests. It was a lucky thing you'd told Scarlett that Tom had decided to keep those props, as you never knew when they would come in handy. "Well, I hope this teaches you a lesson", you said to Tom who glared at you, as you smiled. "Well, I think this calls for more drinks", Robert announced as you all spent the rest of the night drinking away, as Tom sat there sulking until you all decided he had learnt his lesson and released him. "I'm sorry", he kept saying over and over. And this is why you never let Tom, or Loki, celebrate Halloween
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