Tom Hiddleston Imagines ✔

Hank Williams (sick and singing)

A/n:yep that gif broke me too.

3rd person's POV:
"Darling?"you called for your husband. Usually he would wake up earlier but it was an hour since you woke up and he still hasn't come out of your shared room.

You entered the room to see he was cutely snoring in his little blanket cocoon.

You smiled at the site but couldn't help but get worried. It was almost 10 am and the sun was out yet he was still in blankets?

"Sugar you need to wake up..."you cupped his face. He was burning. He opened an eye to your worried face.

"Why the face darlin?"he asked you

"You're sick that's why"you frown and kiss his nose.

"Hold on. I'm going to make you soup."you smile at him and he hummed and buried his face in his blanket, visibly shivering.

You do your work. You have made him your signature soup and boiled a kettle of water.

When you finished you carefully poured the hot water on a basin and added water from the tap and let it sit while you feed your sick singer.

"Darling. You need to get up. I've made you soup"you smile and tap the sleeping bundle of blankets.

He sits up, followed by grunt and contortion of his face probably due to his aching head but soon was replaced by a smile when he smelled the soup.

"I told you not to overwork yourself. Yet here we are"you say as you feed him a spoon of the soup after blowing it.

He munches on the soft vegetables and smiled at you, looking like a child. His hazel green eyes looked ad if they were glowing as it met yours.

The past 30 minutes has been spent on you feeding your sick husband and a few pick up lines were said by him making you roll your eyes.

"You're suck and you stil manage to tell me things."you laugh as you wipe the corner of his mouth.

"What do you expect? I'm me"he smiled at you. You laugh and put your hand on his forehead, seeing it was still hot, you stood up to get the basin of water and to put the bowl of the now empty soup in the sink.

You got a small towel and went to get the basin of the now lukewarm water to your husband.

He smiled once he saw you enter your room and you swear your whole world just lit up. You couldn't help but smile back as you placed the basin on another chair and helped him with removing his shirt, exposing him.

You fought back a blush. You still weren't used to him topless.

"Like what you see?"he smirked

"Mr. Williams will you please behave"you shake your head at his remark and he just chuckled lightly

"Will do Mrs. Williams"he said and let you do you work.

-time skip-
"There. All done"you smile and pick up his shirt and got up to get a new one.

Once you hand it to him you wet the towel again and squeeze it. You feel his forehead and atleast it wasn't as hot as earlier but he wasn't better either.

You put the damp towel in his forehead and kiss his cheek before going to the cupboard downstairs to get his medicine.

You poured him a glass of water and took the pill and placed it on your hand.

You were once again in your room and handed him the pill and the glass of water. Once he finished his medicine he placed the glass of water on the bedside table.

"Could you hand me my guitar?"he asked you and you frowned

"For once stop. You're sick hank."you stop him

"But-"

"No buts"you finally said and just handed him a book.

"I don't want a book."he pouts at you

No. Don't fall for it.

You mentally scold yourself.

"Then what do you want?"you ask

"My guitar"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Ugh fine"he stopped

"Sing for me then"he pulled you beside him.

He put the damp towel on the bedside table. You were about to protest when he pulled you closer.

He laid his head on your side, hugging  your waist, while you were sitting, your back on the headboard.

"What?"you ask him again

"Sing"he commanded you and hugged you tighter.

You sighed. "What will I sing?"you ask him

"Anything"he mumbles, burying his face in your side.

You think of a song.

She put him out
Like the burning end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart
He spend his whole life trying to forget

We watched him drink his pain away
A little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough
To get her off his mind

Until the night...

You peeked a look at your husband, cutely curled around you.

You laid down beside him, gently placing his head on your chest while your hands play with his hair, your chin on his head as you continued.

He took that bottle to his head
And pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knee

We found him with his face fown in the pillows
With a note that said 'I love her till I die'
And when we buried him beneaty the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby......

You kissed your husband.

"I love you..."he murmured in his sleep

You smiled. "I love you too..."and with that you both fell asleep again