Marvel Cast Oneshots

imagines prt.2 ~ tom hiddleston x reader

3. Hammock

The day was bright and sunny. The grass was a lush green and the leaves on the trees swished quiet whispers into the air, a seeming reply to the hushed breeze. 

A hammock had been strung across the deck at the back of the house. It swung slowly back and forth. Your fiance, Tom, lay inside with your head on his chest. You dozed while he pushed the hammock lightly with his foot as his long leg hung out the side. His draping arms were wrapped around your waist, softly fiddling with the back of your shirt.

Lunch with Tom's mother, Diana had been wonderful. You and Tom announced your engagement, and she was delighted. She'd insisted you stayed for tea, and while she was busy in the kitchen, Tom had dragged you outside to enjoy the glorious sun, that England barely saw, in the hammock.

With your head lying comfortably across his pecks, you could hear his heart beating; slow and relaxed. You drifted in and out of sleep, blissfully trance-like as Tom traced his fingers over your lower back while rocking the fabric cocoon. Your legs tangled with his, you felt the warmth of his skin on yours radiate through your body. If anything, it goaded sleep more.

"Tea's ready, loves!" Came Diana's smooth voice; distant in the kitchen.

Tom cleared his throat softly, breaking you from your doze. "Coming, Mum!"

You tipped your head upward to snatch his gaze. He smiled and brought a hand to your face. You shuffled yourself up his body until your head was level with his.

"Tea's ready, darling," Tom whispered, trying to snag the sleepy silence of the previous moment.

You closed your eyes and pressed your lips to his, drinking in his sweet scent. He kissed you with a flicker of heat, a teaspoon of passion and a mountain of love. You pulled away after a long while, lips fixed into a smile. He hummed and bit his lip.

"Oh, you two!" 

You both turned your heads to see Tom's mum standing at the back door with a tea tray, beaming at you. You and Tom exchanged a happy look. Diana sighed, delighted.

Tom grinned at her. "Thanks, Mum."

*

4. Dinner

You hum quietly to yourself as you stir the soup inside the pot on the stove. Soft jazz from your iPod on the counter keeps unwanted silence away. You sift some salt into the pot, mix it around and then grab a spoon, tasting it. You close your eyes. Delicious.

The clicking sound of a key twisting in a lock startles you, and you hurriedly pour the steaming soup into two bowls before running into the entrance hall just in time to see Tom snap the door shut behind him. He turns and beams at you.

"Hello, darling!" He opens his arms and you rush into them, squeezing him tight. "I missed you."

"I missed you more," you reply. "Three weeks felt like years."

"I'm here now, love."

You pull away and reach up to snatch a kiss from his lips. He curls his arms around you and holds you flush against him. 

"I made dinner," you say, grinning.

"Best welcome back gift ever," he whispers, winking.

After dinner, with your stomachs pleasantly full, you and Tom decide to go for a walk. The moon is bright as you step outside, hand-in-hand. Threading your fingers between his reminds you just how much you'd missed him. His slender hands wrap around the entirety of yours, much like the hold he had on your heart. He flashes a smile in your direction before leading you down the garden path towards the park at the end of the street.

You hold him close to you, seeking his comfort from so long without him. He removes his hand from yours and replaces it around your shoulders. There's a slight chill in the air; the warmth of Tom's arm is welcomed into your space.

"I love you, Y/N," he says suddenly, looking up at the stars. He glances back to you. "You know that, don't you?"

You touch your nose to his. "Of course, Tom. I love you too."

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