Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Tom - Morse Code

Tom's POV

        That should do it, I think to myself as I light the second candle.  I survey the table, a candlelit dinner beautifully set up for two.  I had spent hours preparing for this evening--a tour of Europe in the form of food.  Swordfish bagnara-style, cava, gazpacho, caraway twists.  I had even made a crème brûlée so exquisite even the Queen of England herself would be impressed.

        I had the whole night planned out.  (Y/N) would come through the door, excited after spending the day shopping with Scarlett.  She would want to show me all her findings, but she would drop her purchases in the living room and see the fireplace going.  The dimmed lights of the dining room and the candles would intrigue her, and she will come over and wonder what was going on, and I would come out in my best suit and would surprise her.  She might even tear a little bit, and I would ask her to get dressed so we could eat.  I asked Scarlett to be our waitress for the night, she available to encourage me and make sure I don't wimp out.  Today was going to be a night to remember, I promised myself.  I had waited long enough, I just needed the courage.

        I wave the light out from the match.  Everything looked perfect.  A bouquet of roses lay in a glass vase, centered in the middle of the table, draped in a purple tablecloth.  The flames danced on the white candles, the light reflecting in the crystal glasses.

        I take a deep breath and looked towards the door.  It would be a matter of minutes, a matter of moments, a matter of seconds.

        My cellphone rings, and I recognize it as Scarlett's number.  They must be close, I thought.  A courtesy call.

        "Everything is ready.  She still doesn't know yet?"

        "Tom," she says in a shaking voice.  My bright smile weakens a bit.

        "Yes, that's me.  Why do you sound shaky?"

        "Tom, I...I'm so sorry.  It's my fault."  

        My smile disappears.  "What's your fault?  What happened?  Why are you crying?"

        "She...she's not moving, Tom.  (Y/N)'s not moving!"

        My eyes widen and I grab my coat and keys.  "I'm coming right now, where are you?"

        "The ambulance is on its way now, but Tom, I'm so scared, she's not answering me!"

        "I'm on my way right now.  Are you hurt?"

        "Don't worry about me, okay?  Just get here."

        I get into my car and speed to the hospital.  I almost don't even put the car in park when I dash out the car.  I burst through the hospital doors and run straight to the desk.

        "Welcome.  How may I help you?" the secretary asks.  Although she was being completely kind, I was annoyed.  I was obviously in a state of emergency.  I just wanted her to ask who I was looking for.

        "(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).  Where is she?"

        "She's in the ER right now with the doctors.  Perhaps I can escort you to the waiting room?"

        It seems like that is the best option, so I go with it.  When I get there, Scarlett is already there.  She runs up to me and engulfs me in a hug.

        "Tom, I'm so sorry."

        "How long has she been in there?  What happened?  Are you hurt?"  I interrogated.