Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Tom - Superheroes

        "(Y/N)!" you heard your boyfriend scream.  "Why did you serve me chicken when you know I wanted steak tonight?!  You never listen and do as you're told!"  You were hiding behind the couch.  Yet again, he raided your apartment like he owned it, and yet again, you were hiding in your own house from not meeting his demands.

        You try to keep your breathing low.  He was clearly drunk, again.  You tried breaking up with him so many times, but it only ended with trips to the hospital and lying for him; you had attempted to leave him before, but he always found you, always seeemed so apologetic; always did it around others so you would succumb to peer pressure.

        Always was worse the next time.

        "Do you really think you could hide from me?" he angrily whispers.  He pulls you out by your waist and throws you against the wall.  You scramble up and start to run to the kitchen, but it is no protection.  He throws the beer bottles he had set on the table, and they break against you.  Your shirt protects you, but it's no match against the pans and pots he starts to fling.

        "Please, stop--"

        "This is why you need to do exactly as I say!  Look at what you've done!"

        He starts beating your sides and finishes by grabbing your hair.  Dragging you back to the living room, he takes you by your neck and starts throwing your head against the wall before holding you off the ground.  He surely would have strangled you right then and there, but, mustering some courage, you kick, aiming low.  He drops to the ground and releases his grip.  You grab your phone and keys, and you race to the car.

        "Go and run!  You always come back!" he screams out the window.

        Not as bad as it could've been,  you thought as you struggle to climb into your car.

        Twenty minutes later, you find yourself outside the Hemsworth residence.  You knock, and Elsa answers the door.

        "Oh my goodness, (Y/N), what happened?"

        "It looks that bad?" you ask as Elsa pulls you inside.  Tom is sitting on the couch, his face full of worry, and Chris is coming down the stairs.  You put your items on the coffee table.

        "The boys finally are aslee--are you okay?"

        "How bad does it look?"

        "Sweetie, you have broken glass stuck in your shirt, and I'm pretty sure you're bleeding from your side."

        You look down.  You hadn't noticed the pain.  It'd become part of your routine.

        "I guess I'm so used to it now."

        "Here, let's get you cleaned up," Elsa says, taking your hand and leading her to her bedroom.  Tom looks over to Chris in disgust.

        "I hate seeing her like this."

        "Us too," Chris replies, but they both knew the depth of what Tom meant.  He was in love with you, and it pained him not only to see you with someone else, but seeing you getting abused right in front of him.  Sometimes, you called him and just cried over the phone, and all he felt was powerless.

        "You should've seen her last week," Chris continues.  "It looked like she got into a fight with the Hulk."  He sits down next to Tom on the couch, he patting the Shakespearean on the back.  "It could be worse."  Tom tightens his fists.