It's February eleventh and you're sitting in your apartment feeling lonely. You haven't talked to Tom since his birthday, two days ago. You think about Valentine's Day coming up soon, and the thought of Tom not being here is killing you. I just want to talk to him. I need to hear his voice. Unfortunately, he hasn't answered any of your calls today. Why won't he answer? It hurts you, but you're sure there's a good reason. Sighing, you turn on the TV and try to find something to keep your mind off of the situation. About twenty minutes into a very unrealistic romantic comedy you turn it off and decide to go to bed.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
What? You look at the clock next to the bed. It's one in the morning.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
You force yourself out from underneath the warm blankets. You yawn and make your into the living room. More banging comes from the door. Opening it, you see a tall man leaning against the door frame. He reaches up and pulls his sunglasses down his nose so you can see his sparkling blue eyes.
"Tom," you breath.
He leans down and places a kiss on your cheek. From behind his back appears a bouquet of roses.
"Happy Valentine's Day."
"It's not Valentine's yet." You're still in shock that the man you love has shown up at your apartment, unannounced.
"Well, I can't be here on the fourteenth, so I'm here now."
You take the flowers from his hands and move out of the doorway so he can enter.
"What are you doing here?" you question.
As soon as the door is closed his arms are around you. His mouth making contact with yours. It's like your lips are his drug. His addiction. You run your fingers through his hair, detangling the mess of curls.
"I needed to see you. I needed to feel your touch."
"Did you really just hop on a plane to see me?"
"I've told you before, I'd do anything for you. I'm only in town for the day. My flight leaves at nine tonight. I had to come. Talking to you on the phone wasn't enough. Not this time." He's got you pressed against his body, his mouth next to your ear, whispering each word carefully, like you'll slip away from him if he's not careful.
"Thomas. It's an eleven hour flight."
"It was worth it. Your touch. Your kiss. You. All worth it."
"Prince Charming to the rescue," you sigh happily.
He looks down at you and frowns. "Rescue? What's wrong?"
"I was just lonely. Missing you. Your smile. Your laugh. The smell of your cologne." You lean into his chest, taking a deep breath, his scent makes you smile.
"I didn't know my cologne had such a strong influence over you."
"There are a lot of things about you that have strong influences over me."
"Like how you never button the bottom button of your vests and suit jackets. How all you need to do is look at me and I feel like the only girl in the world. And then there's the fact that you just flew eleven hours to kiss me."
"You really like it when I don't button the bottom button?" he questions, looking down at the suit jacket he's wearing.
"Yeah. It's hot," you wink. He laughs, sending shivers down your spine.
"I'm sorry I woke you."
"Don't be. I'm glad."
"Why don't you go to bed? I'll stay in the guest bedroom, and we can talk tomorrow."
You shake your head and take his hand, leading him to the bedroom.
"Please just hold me. I just want to feel your arms wrapped around me. I need to feel your arms wrapped around me. I know we said we wouldn't do this often, but just for tonight?"
"Of course, darling."
The two of you climb into the bed, and Tom wraps his arms around you, just like he did the night in London. You listen to him breathe. In. Out. It's peaceful. A sound you want to listen to every night for the rest of your life.
"Tom, we agreed no gifts," you say, frowning at a big box that Tom's just set on the counter.
"I know, but I couldn't resist."
"I didn't get you anything."
"Good. Now open it."
You sigh and put down the plate you were washing. You pick up the box. It's very light.
"Too big to be jewelry. To small to be a car. Hm."
Tom laughs. You pull the ribbons that sit perfectly on top of the box. You remove the cover and laugh at its contents. Inside sits a large brown teddy bear with black slicked back hair, armour, a green cape, and an antler helmet. Loki.
"I call him Toki. Teddy. Loki. Toki," Tom laughs at the name he's come up with. "He's for when you're missing me and I'm not around."
"I love him," you smile, pulling him out of the box.
You see something else sitting at the bottom. You reach out and pull out a green t-shirt. On it reads "Property of Loki." in black letters.
"Really?" You pretend to be mad. "I'm your property?"
"No! I, um. It was..." he trails off, seeing the smile forming on your lips. He smiles back. "So you like it?"
"I love it." You kiss his cheek. "I wish I would have gotten you something, though."
"You already have." He takes your hand and pulls it up to his mouth, kissing it softly. "So, will you wear the shirt?"
You slip into the bathroom and quickly change shirts. You step through the door and he smiles.
"So?" you ask.
"It's very sexy. Now everyone will know you're mine."
You roll your eyes. "Correction. Everyone will think I'm Loki's. If you wanted them to know I'm yours, you should have gotten a shirt that read 'My name is Billie and I'm Tom Hiddleston's girlfriend.'"
Tom raises an eyebrow. "I bet it took you weeks to come up with that."
You kiss Tom one last time before he goes through security.
"Call me when your plane lands. I don't care how early it is. Just call."
"I will. I love you, darling."
You smile. You still get excited every time those words leave his mouth.
"I love you too, babe."
You watch as Tom goes through security. He turns and smiles at you one last time before disappearing into the crowd of people.
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