God, I love Conventions (Tom Hiddleston x Reader)

    The con is absolutely buzzing with people, and you haven't even set foot inside the hotel yet. It's beautiful, the sight. You inhale deeply and think 'ahhh I already smell the nerd'. You crack a grin to yourself before sliding the diadem onto your head, and walking through the front doors.

    At least six people stop and gawk at your cosplay. You have spent months and months working on this Lady Loki and you couldn't be more excited to show it off. Your hard work doesn't go unnoticed as several people run up to you with cameras begging for pictures. You put on your Loki face and muster up your best british accent.

    "If you mortals insist," you say, barely able to contain the smile as you strike a pose and are swarmed by photographers. 

'What a good start' you grin to yourself as you walk through the halls, still getting stopped every now and again for pictures. Pulling out your phone you let out a frightened yelp and sprint to Loki's Panel, in six inch heels no less. 

    This isn't just any Loki Panel. This is a Tom Hiddleston Loki panel. As in, Tom Hiddleston is cosplaying his character and wowee you couldn't be more excited. You mentally facepalm at the fact that your conscience has just uttered to word 'wowee' but continue on your way, fur cape billowing dramatically behind you.

    The moment you slam through the doors, half the heads in the room whip towards you. It's still 10 minutes before the Panel officially starts but the room is still practically filled to the brim.

    You attempt to catch your breath as a few more people come up to you and ask for pictures, which you gladly oblige. 'God this is the life' you think as three fangirls no older than 14 ask you for hugs one by one. Suddenly the lights dim and everyone scurries to their seats. You're lucky enough to get an aisle seat. The room fills with fog and suddenly a voice roars across the room.

    "WHYYY AM I BACK ON MIDGARD, THOR?"

    WAIT- WHAT? Thor?

    Both Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston step out in front of the crowd, fully decked out in asgardian armor. The room errupts into cheers and screams and giggles as the panel roars to a start. 

~le time skip~

    "Thank you, dear midgardians, for allowing us entrance to your sacred event! Unfourtinately, we must be on our way. However, our close friends, Tom and Chris will be signing autographs and taking pictures in about 30 minutes. Don't forget to stop by!" Thor shouts triumphantly through the conference hall.

    "Friend," Loki sniggers. "That man is the furthest thing from my friend."

    "Quiet, Loki." Thor hisses.

    "Farewell to all!" They both yell, walking behind the curtains.

    You gather your things and go on your way to the signing line, excited to finally meet the Idol of your life. Your heard has never thumped faster, and you're only thinking about it! You easily slip into line and wait for the two celebrities  to make an appearance. 

~Le other time skip~

    The moment Christ and Tom arrive, your heart almost stops. The line bursts into cheers and applause, similar to the Panel. Soon enough, the line is moving at a steady pace. In almost no time it feels like, you're at the front of the line.

The moment you step up, both Tom's and Chris' jaws drop.

    You try to suppress a grin, and settle for a smirk instead. They immediately smile at you. 

    "Hello!" Tom says.

    "Hi! Forgive me for breaking character, but I'd feel a little ridiculous if I didn't." Your cheeks burn pink.

    "Oh it's not a problem at all! If you don't mind me asking... who made your costume?" Chris asks.

    "I made it m'self! Took months, but totally worth it."

    "Goodness, it's amazing. And the helmet! My... This is very impressive. What is your name?" Tom. Hiddleston. Is. Speaking. To. You.

    You bite your green lip and let out a small cough, trying to play it cool. "My name is (Y/n). I can't say what an honor it is to meet you both."

   

    "Darling, with skills like yours, there is not a doubt in my mind you'd meet us when your big!"

    "Skills like mine, eh?" you laugh.

    "You have talent, Lady (y/n)," Chris gives you a wide Thor smile.

    "Could... Damn, could I get hugs?"

    "Yes! Absolutely!" They both grin.

   

    It is easily the most magical moment of your life, getting hugged by Tom Hiddleston and Chris Hemsworth. They both sign your poster, and pose for pictures with you. Tom even pulls out his phone and snaps a selfie himself.

    "Thank you both so so much!"

    "It was our pleasure." Christ smiles, looking at the next girl in line.

    Tom leans in to give you another hug and mutters in your ear, "Darling you are one of the lovliest people I've laid eyes on." Your face basically catches fire as he pulls away and kisses your forehead. 

    As you walk away you turn to find him still looking at you, smirk on his face. "Don't forget me, Mr. Hiddleston!" you say teasingly.

    "As if I would," he arches a brow and holds up his phone.

~le next time skip~

    The day has been very eventful. So many pictures, so many photographers, so many fangirls. You love every minute of it. Now it's half past midnight and you're heading down several flights of stairs towards the entrance. You're constantly in and out of daydreaming, ever since Hiddles kissed your forehead. You couldn't stop thinking about him. Well, that was normal, but now it felt way more real.

    As you reach the ground floor you accidentally smack into a man wearing a fedora, large sunglasses, and has his head bowed.

    "Oh my goodness, I am so sorry sir!" You cry, still in Loki Mode. The man raises his head, and you can see a brow arch over his sunglasses. You get a better look at his face and gasp. You'd recognize that face anywhere.

    "You've got the accent down pat, darling." he smiles at you, peeking over the top of his sunglasses.

    "Much thanks," you say in your normal voice, a grin making its way onto your face.

    "Where are you headed?"

    "Walking to my hotel. You?" 

    "My room... why would you be walking?"

    "But this part of town," he looks worried. "And you aren't exactly wearing conservative clothing... no offense darling."

    

    "None taken," you shrug, "I feel like Loki would dress like this if he was female."

    "He really would."

    The two of you just stand there smiling at eachother like idiots until he clears his throat. "Would... would you like to..."

    "Would i like toooo.... what?"

    Tom laughs at himself. "Forgive me, I'm trying to come up with something for you to accompany me to on the spot."

    Your blush down your neck and you know it. Your lucky you've got paling cream on or gods, you'd be lobster. 

    "Weeee could get milkshakes?"

    Tom's head snaps up. "Milkshakes sounds lovely."

    "I do have a favor, though."

    "What ever could that be?"

    "Would you mind if I went up to your room to get out of cosplay?"

    "I kind of expected that, quite honestly," Tom laughed. "Come, darling, that won't be a problem. Follow me."

    You follow the man to the top floor (via elevator of course), constantly cracking bad jokes and lame puns. For some odd reason though, Tom finds them all hilarious. The moment the door to his room open, he slips his hand into yours and pulls you in, flipping on the lights.

    "This.... this is amazing!" 

    The room illuminates itself, and your eyes are met with the glorious sight of high quality hotel living. Wow. You've never felt so wealthy. Your stomach pangs in disappointment though, because Tom's hand has left yours. You quickly cover it with a smile, and turn towards the actor.

    "Ready to see all this out of cosplay?" You motion to yourself mock-seductively.

    Tom claps his hands together like an eager school boy as he squeals, "Oh boy, Am I!"

    You laugh and walk to the bathroom, completely forgetting your bag on the ground. By the time you've realized, you're completely out of cosplay. Your (h/c) hangs free from the black wig and helmet, and your face is scrubbed clean of nearly all make up. None of your costume remains on you, aside from the wrist cuffs, and your undergarments.

    "Crap!" you groan.

    "What's wrong?" Tom calls from behind the door.

    "Forgot my bag on the floor. Could you get it for me?"

    "No problem."

    You face yourself in the mirror, waiting for Tom, and run your fingers through your hair. He knocks softly on the door mere seconds later, and hands you the bag without even attempting to glance at you. 

    Damn, Hiddles is super classy.

    You find the leggings and converse you packed, but not the shirt....

    "SHIT!"

    "(Y/n)?? Are you okay?"

        

    "Could... damn this is embarrassing... could I borrow a shirt?"

    You hear laughing from the other side of the door. "Sure thing, Madam." He sticks a hanger through the door and you find a lovely emerald green dress shirt that looks good with the black leggings and gold cuffs... huh. The man has some serious style.

The moment you walk out of the bathroom, Tom takes every inch of you in, exhaling at the way you look. You raise your eyebrows, a small smile on your face. He gives you the most charming look you could ever imagine, and you nearly faint right there. But you resist. 

    "You are very beautiful, (Y/n)."

    "Not so bad yourself, Mr. Hiddleston," you wink, mock-flirtatiously. 

    "... and you're short!" Both of you laugh out loud as he offers you his arm, and the two of you walk to the nearest Shake joint (which luckily, isn't too far away).

    Within minutes, you were both completely breathless from laughing so much. For another two hours, the two of you exchange jokes and stories. Tom tells you all about the adventures of the Avengers cast and how after all the filming, they really were like family. You tell Tom about the suckishness that was highschool, and the excitement that is college, but mainly focus on the crazy things you and your friends did. 

    "And still to this day, I still stick myself out of his sunroof going as fast as possible, while blaring Shake it Out."

    "All because of the tribute video?"

    "All because of your tribute video. Twas inspirational, man."

    Tom laughs.

    It's almost 3:00 a.m. by the time you decide to leave. As you walk down the road, arm in arm with your idol, he stops and looks at you.

    "Did you enjoy yourself Today, at the Convention?"

    "Hell yeah! I feel more at home there than I've ever felt in my life!"

    

    "Why is that?"

    Tom slips his hands into yours, making you sigh softly, a smile lighting up your face. "Conventions... Cons... They are basically where Nerds unite. There are all kinds of us, all over the place. We're constantly rejected by the normal people in society because we aren't 'cool' enough, or we don't to drugs, or we are into things that they aren't into. When we go to a con... you look at everyone there and you just say... 'wow, all these people are like me.' and it makes you realize that no matter how alone you feel, there are others out there like you. You aren't alone. These are the places you can go, and feel free to be who you are. Dress and act however you want, because you won't get made fun of. We're all in the same boat. And... we all unify. We're like one big fat family of nerds who wait for the few times a year where we get to see eachother, and because of that, we make the best memories ever. Cons... cons are the most wonderful things I've ever experienced."

    The actor in front of you stares into your eyes, and marvels at the words that came out of your lips. "That may be the most beautiful thing I have ever heard."

    You smile up at him. "It's the truth."

    "It's a very beautiful truth," he chuckled, brushing a stray hair from your face.

    "Thank you. For everything. This whole day and night... it means the world to me."

    "Quite honestly... it's been my pleasure." There's a small comfortable silence until Tom reaches forward and tips your chin back, pressing his lips to yours.

    You heart immediately leaps into your throat and races a million miles an hour. Tom Hiddleston is kissing you! You sigh dreamily, and hold the hand that isn't caressing your neck with both of yours, responding very positively and the tingly sensation. As he pulls away, the corners of his lips tilt upward in the most attractive way.

    "Your cosplay is still at my room," he chuckles, as if just realizing.

    "And... I'm wearing your shirt," you can't help but let out a giggle.

    "Would you like to have a slumber party, (y/n)?"

    You laugh out loud. "Well how could I refuse a slumber party from Tom Hiddleston?"

    Tom grins at you and laces his fingers through yours, walking back to the hotel in comfortable silence.

    'God...' You think, 'I love conventions.'