Love Rekindled:A Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction

A/N: Hello darlings, having been stressed out with my personal statement for university I had a dream that I was at university, I couldn’t have told you which university it was, although for this story I`m going to say its Southampton Solent where I really want to go. My friend was in her room crying because she had just seen her boyfriend kissing some girl. This was where the idea came from and I thought why not make it as though Tom was her boyfriend and the one that kissed the girl. It goes back from different time periods from their time at university in 2001 to the year 2013 when Thor 2 is released. This is what I came up with. Hope you enjoy <3


7. Chapter 6:December 2013

Chapter 6: December 2013


A/N: Apologises for not updating for erm like three months. Omg is it really that long ago? I’m so sorry. Anyway finally, my ideas for this story have continued and I even have a sequel planned.  I owe a huge thank you to the lovely Susan Watson for her listening to me droning on about this story and letting me bounce ideas off of her. Really appreciate it. Hope you enjoy chapter 6. Lots of love <3


Sophie’s POV


Myself and Tom continued to see each other as much as our schedules would allow. It was tricky at times what with me always being at the office and Tom filming but we made it work.


A few months after us meeting after all those years at the premiere we saw each other most nights. Going out to dinner, to see shows, to the cinema or just curled up on the sofa in Tom’s flat.


It didn’t matter what we were doing as long as we were together, making up for all the time we had lost out on. It was as though nothing had changed and as if we had always been together. It took us a while to rebuild our relationship from friendship to something more but it didn’t take long to get there.


Tom asked me to move in with him a few months later as I spent most of my evenings with him anyway. I was hesitant at first but he soon convinced me, saying that he didn’t want to be away from me and that it was closer to my work.


The first time I walked into his house I felt at home. Maybe it was because it was Tom’s house or maybe it was because it was so him. It was small but very cosy.


A simple living room with cream walls, a black leather sofa with a few chairs off to the side, a flat screen at the side of the room opposite the sofa, a mirror above the mantel piece with a few letters and cards from fans and a bookshelf in the corner of the room which held god knows how many books.


The dining room was joined onto the living room, a big glass table in the middle of the room and then a door which led through to the small kitchen filled with white cabinets a cooker to the right of the room and mugs on handles next to the microwave. It was really nice. I felt at home as soon as I went inside.


That was a few months ago now. It was now New Year’s Eve and we were sat cuddled up together on his leather sofa, my head on his chest, his hand around my waist flicking through the channels, a comftable silence between us.


The fireplace in the corner was lit giving off a beautiful ray of yellows, reds and oranges alighting the light for the room. A big tall Christmas tree stood in the corner of the room flashing blue lights on and off. We spent the day decorating it together at the beginning of December, dancing around the room to Christmas songs and drinking mild wine.


Tom would be off filming in a few days so we were making the most of the time we had together. Tonight we were going out for a meal with Tom’s Mum, Dianna and sister Emma to celebrate New Year. I hadn’t seen them for atleast ten years and was excited but nervous to see them again.


“Is it silly that I’m nervous about seeing your mum and Emma again?” I asked looking up at Tom placing both my hands on his chest.


“Ofcourse not darling, although I can’t see why. They love you as much as I do and can’t wait to see you again. As I said to you a few months ago they often asked how you are.” I smiled. “And presides I’ll be by your side the entire time.”


We continued lying on the sofa till about six before going to get ready. I went and had a shower whilst Tom got dressed in his Armani suit and red tie. I came into the bedroom a fluffy white towel around my body to see Tom looking in the mirror about to tie his tie. He knew how much I loved that suit and tie.


I walked up behind him putting my hands around his waist snuggling into his back. All this seemed far too familiar. He sighed a content sigh turning round to face me. I took the tie in both of my hands and began to tie it tucking it underneath his shirt collar.


“Hmm very festive” I told him running my hands down it.


“How do I look?” he asked.


“You’ll do” I replied a smirk on my lips


He looked down at me faking hurt. “Oh, I’m sorry” I chucked going to walk away from him. He grabbed me by the waist pulling me back to him. “You will be” he bit my shoulder trailing kisses from my shoulder up to my neck.


“How do I look?” I asked. He moaned in my ear. “Absolutely gorgeous although I prefer you without the towel.” He moved his hands down my waist and unhooked the towel from my body. It fell to the wooden floor with a thud.


“Thomas William Hiddleston” I scolded him.


“Hmm I love it when you call me by my full name Sophie Louise Evans” he whispered in my ear licking the inside of it and then biting it.


“Hmm Tom” I sighed. “Now’s not the time. I need to get ready so we can go and meet your mum and Emma.” Tom pressed a kiss to my neck.


“Better get dressed then, darling” he replied picking the towel up off the floor giving my bum a smack with it, winking at me before walking out of our bedroom door and down the stairs.


I dressed in my little black dress, skin tights and black heeled wedges putting my hair up in an updo before adding my pearls and makeup.


Tom was at the bottom of the stairs waiting. His jaw dropped when he saw me.


“Exquisite and quite fitting for the occasion too. A simple black dress like you wore that night. God, what are you trying to do to me woman?”


That night. That night ten years ago when we were at university. The night he kissed me on New Year and told me he had feelings for me. I smiled at the memory. New Years hadn’t been the same since, but now he was back in my life maybe it would be exactly how it was all those years ago.


“Oh, does it bother you that I’m wearing it? I smiled like a Cheshire cat. Would you rather we just stay in and celebrate New Years how we did all those years ago?” I replied a smirk on my face.


“Don’t tempt me, woman. I would like nothing more and you know it but we need to go for dinner. When we come home however that smirk will be wiped off that beautiful face of yours”


“I look forward to it” Tom held out my cream trench so I could slip into it giving me a quick kiss on the lips and holding the door open for me.


We hailed a cab a few minutes later to take us to restaurant we were meeting Dianna and Emma at. My leg started to twitch as we got nearer, something I always done when I was nervous. Tom noticed and instantly placed his hand on my knee to calm me down.


“Don’t worry, darling it’ll be fine. I’m here ok?” I nodded lacing my fingers with his on the top of my knee. He worked our fingers up and down my thigh.


The cab pulled up outside the restaurant far too soon for my liking. I was excited to celebrate New Year with Tom and his family as most; if not all of my New Years for the past ten years had been spent on the sofa drowning my sorrows in white wine and chocolate, a lot like Bridget Jones.


Tom paid the driver and helped me out giving my hand a squeeze before bringing it to his lips and placing a kiss on the back of my knuckles.


“I love you”


“I love you too, Thomas”


He smiled before holding the door open for me. I walked into the restaurant Tom following behind. He grabbed my hand as soon as we were inside and led us over to a table at the back of the restaurant where Dianna and Emma were sitting.


Dianna was dressed in a pair of black trousers and a festive red top whilst Emma was dressed in a baby pink baby doll dress, her blonde locks down past her shoulders. 


Walking over to the table was like déjàvu, as though I was nineteen again and meeting Tom’s family for the first time.


Dianna greeted me first. “It’s so lovely to see you again, Sophie darling.” She told me kissing both my cheeks. “It’s lovely to see you again too, Dianna” Tom greeted his sister giving her a hug and kissing her cheeks. “Em”




Emma then greeted me with a hug just like she always used to “Hey Em, how are you?”


“Oh, I’m good, just got back from shooting in America” she laughed.


“Ooh, very nice too”


“And what about you, miss journalist. I’ve read some of your reviews in Empire! Get you. You’ll be editor soon”


“Ha-ha, yeah right.” We both laughed. In that moment I knew that it wouldn’t take long for me and Emma to rebuild our friendship.


Tom then greeted his mum pulling her into a hug and kissing both her cheeks just like he did with Emma. You could tell how much he loved them.


“Thomas it’s so good to see you”


“It’s so good to see you too, mum” Dianna must have overheard the end of mine and Emma’s conversation as in her next breath she said “Yes, Sophie, congratulations, they’re quite wonderful”




“I knew she could do it” Tom beamed walking over to me, kissing my cheek and pulling my chair out for me to sit down. He then went and done the same for his mum and sister before walking back round the table and taking his seat next to me, lacing his hand with mine under the table.


In that moment I was transported back to ten years ago.


February 2002:


Sophie’s POV:


Everything was going great for me and Tom. We were enjoying each others company, taking things slow. Having our secret relationship was hard, especially when we were both in the kitchen and no one knew. It was worth it though; we didn’t want any drama or tension within the flat.


It was now a few days before February half term and we were sat watching `Moulin Rouge`, my favourite movie on Tom’s bed. My head was resting on his chest covered by my favourite t shirt of his, the blue one he wore when I interviewed him, our fingers interlaced.


I wiped my tears away as the credits rolled. “I love that movie, definitely one of my favourites. Baz Lurhmann is a total genius. Never fails to make me cry though.” Tom looked down at me, wiping my tears away.


“Is that why you’ve got the Come What May tattoo on your wrist?” he asked tracing his finger over the ink of the tattoo.


“Partly, but I just love the saying. What ever happens will happen”


“I like that. Come What May” he said


“Come What May.” I replied. “I decided the first time I watched it that I want it as my first dance at my wedding” why did I just admit that to him?


“I’m sure that can be arranged” he replied a lopsided smile on his face as he leaned down to kiss me. “What are you doing half term?”


“I was planning on going home; I usually go to my nans, why?”


“Spend it with me? I really want to show my beautiful girlfriend off to my family” I blushed.


“I’m not sure, Tom. What if they don’t like me?”


“Oh, darling. Ofcourse they’ll like you. They’ll love you.” I smiled and agreed.


I rang my mum later that afternoon letting her know about Tom and that I was going to go and spend half term with his family. She seemed a little disappointed but said she understood. We spent the afternoon catching up, her filling me on work and myself on uni.


I was surprised a few days later to receive a call from my dad asking who this Tom boy was and why I wasn’t going to my nans like I always did in half term. I told him that mum was fine with it but he insisted that I bring him home to meet him and mum first before I went to spend the week with Tom. I agreed and myself and Tom travelled down to Dover the night before we were due to go and see Tom’s family. Boy was I not prepared for what happened that night.


* * *


Everything was going fine; we got the train down and arrived at around five for dinner to be at six. For some reason dinner had always been at that time and we had stuck to it. We were greeted by both mum and dad, mum hugging both me and Tom and my dad kissing my forehead and shaking Tom’s hand.


They seemed to take a liking to him. That was until we all sat down for dinner and my dad started laying into him. I understand that Tom was the first boy I had bought home but I really didn’t think he had to act the way he did.


We were all sat down at the dining table, tucking in to mums shepherds pie. I was happy knowing that I could bring my boyfriend here and that they seemed to approve. Then dad started to ask about his prospects, asking Tom what he could offer me, what he wanted to do as a career and I swear I have never been so embarrassed in my life.



Tom’s POV


I was looking forward to bringing Sophie home to meet my family. I wanted them to see how happy I was and how much she meant to me.


Sophie’s dad rang her a few nights before half term started asking if I could go and meet her family before she spent the week with me, which was fair enough especially as they hadn’t met me before. I was looking forward to meeting the parents that raised my beautiful Sophie.


All was going well. We had a safe journey down and arrived around five. I was greeted with a hug from her mum and a handshake from her dad.


Dinner was lovely, homemade Shepherds Pie, my favourite. I complimented Sophie’s mum, Erica on the cooking and spoke about golf with her dad, Fred. It was lovely, I felt at home within her family. That was until Sophie’s father started firing questions at me.


“So, Tom, tell me about yourself. It seems we know next to nothing about you as Sophie failed to tell us that you were even dating.” Sophie grabbed my hand under the table squeezing it as if to say she was sorry she didn’t tell me and that she was sorry for the questions he was going to ask.


“Well, sir. I was born in Oxford but moved to London at thirteen to attend Eton College. I then applied to The Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts but didn’t get accepted last year so applied to study at Southampton. I’m currently studying Drama and hope to one day become an actor”


“An actor. Why an actor? What sort of profession is that, getting to play dress up and be someone you’re not?” He sounded exactly like my father.


“I grew up doing impressions and putting on plays with my cousins and sisters for my family at the end of the summer holidays but it wasn’t until I went through my parents divorce that I considered it seriously as a career. I would rather have a job I enjoy than being in the office all the time”


“Are you disrespecting my daughter’s career choice of becoming a journalist?”


“Dad” Sophie interjected


“No, Sophie, he needs to hear this” 


“Ofcourse not sir, I fully support Sophie’s choice in fulfilling her dreams. I am all for her doing anything she should so desire.”


“What happens if you do become an actor? Will you still continue to be faithful and respect her or will you go off with one of your co stars” I thought I was going to like him but how dare he disrespect me when I walk into his house.



“Ofcourse I will continue to respect her. I will always respect and support her. Sir, I am very fond of your daughter.”


“Everything doesn’t just get handed to you on a plate these days my boy. You need to earn what you get.”


“I am very aware of that. My father was bought up in a very Scottish heritage and a very working class stock. I understand I have to earn everything I get and I believe having to earn it makes everything more worthwhile.”


“What happens in the future if she decides she wants to marry you and you have children what would happen then? Would you not work?”


“Fred” said her mother.


Sophie’s POV:


“Dad please”


“No, Sophie. He needs to think about the future.”


“Dad. This doesn’t concern you. What happens now and indeed in the future with me and Tom is my business. I’m sorry. I can’t talk to you right now. I bought Tom here purely because you asked me as I thought you seemed generally interested to meet him. I certainly wasn’t expecting you to interrogate him.”


I got up from the table an excused myself. I couldn’t deal with this. I never expected my dad to be like this when I bought my first boyfriend home. I walked out of the room and up to my bedroom. It hadn’t changed. Exactly how it was when I left it at Christmas. I just wanted to get out of here.


I heard footsteps coming up the stairs a few minutes later and then a quite knock on my door. Tom poked his head round my door a sympathetic look on his face. I smiled a small smile in return. He walked over to me and sat next to me on the bed.


“Tom, I’m so sorry. I never expected him to interrogate you like that. I’m so sorry. I wish we hadn’t come.” I put my head in my hands. Tom took my hands away taking them in his and rubbing his fingers across my knuckles.


“Darling, don’t apologise. You’re his only daughter. His baby. Ofcourse he’s going to be protective of you, you’re all he has and you’re growing up. Heck, I’d imagine my dad will be the same with my sisters. Just because your dad isn’t fond of me it doesn’t change how I feel about you. I’ll bring him round, I promise” I smiled hugging him.


“Can we go to bed now?”


“This early?”


“Not to sleep, just cuddle and watch a movie?”


He nodded. “I can’t sleep in here with you though, the spare room is made up for me and somehow I don’t think your parents, your dad especially would approve if he found me in your bed in the morning, do you?” I shook my head.


“I guess not” I cuddled up to his side breathing in the scent of my Tom, so smart in his white button down shirt and black trousers. He got dressed up for the occasion bless his heart.


We sat cuddled up on my bed watching Bend it like Beckham for a while before Tom retired to bed. I gave him a long passionate kiss and hug goodnight letting him know that I was sorry.


I went downstairs to say good night to my mum before going back up to bed. I didn’t want to face my dad right now. I was glad we left early in the morning so I wouldn’t have to see him before I left.


* * *


The next morning I woke up to find Tom talking with my mum downstairs. It was nice to see that my mum approved and liked him. As long as she liked him, I didn’t particularly care about my dad’s opinion, it wouldn’t stop me going out with him. Nothing would. At the end of the day mum had raised me for the past eight years, her opinion meant more to me than my dads ever did.


We set off to Oxford around lunch time, mum sending us off with cheese and ham sandwiches, bottles of water, crisps and chocolate. Bless her. She always liked to make sure I ate.


The train journey was pleasant. I’d never been to Oxford before so I was looking forward to seeing what it was like. It was very posh.


I was welcomed with open arms within Tom’s family. The only miss hap was again made at dinner when his mum Dianna asked why he wasn’t with Charlotte anymore. He made up the excuse they just drifted apart which they kind of did in a way. That was part of the reason they broke up, but the main reason, about Tom cheating was kept quite. I had a feeling that she wouldn’t be very happy about it saying that that wasn’t how she raised him.


Tom’s younger sister, Emma seemed happy that I was there, especially as hers and Tom’s older sister, Sarah wasn’t there as often. She commented that she was glad that Tom wasn’t with Charlotte anymore and that she never liked her anyway. I laughed, even though I probably shouldn’t have. I knew from then on, that me and Emma were going to be great friends.


We were. I spent a few days with her during the week I was there, going shopping and to the cinema; she even shared some embarrassing stories with me about Tom growing up and showed me some of the pictures of him when he was younger.


Tom showed me around his home town where he grew up before he went to Eton. I also went and met his dad and we spent the day in London. Tom told me he had a surprise for me near the end of the week and took me to Highcleare Castle, home to one of my favourite TV shows, Downton Abbey and we spent the day wondering around the gardens and house. Tom quoting the lines with me as he watched the Christmas episode with me, I then made him sit through the whole box set, series 1-3.


It was absolutely beautiful and one of the best days of my life. I loved his family. They were all so lovely. They didn’t get mad when they found that I had snuck into his room during the middle of the night on the first night I was there, his mum just remarked how sweet it was and how cute we were together.


The week went far too quickly. We went out for a meal on our last evening there before getting the train back to Southampton the next morning. The week didn’t start off very well with my parents but after that it was a lovely half term spent with my boyfriend. I was falling in love with him more and more everyday. I loved him. I knew from that week with him that I was ready to give myself to him completely, for him to be my first. I couldn’t wait to see what the future bought for the both of us.


December 2013


Dinner was as pleasant as it always was with Tom, Dianna and Emma. It was as though we hadn’t been apart for the past ten years. Conversation flowed so easily and varied from Emma filming in America, Tom’s latest project which he would be filming in the New Year, myself working at Empire and Sarah’s wedding last year in India. It all sounded so wonderful and colourful.


Dianna soon bought up the topic of kids. Myself and Tom looked at each other smiling. He interlaced his fingers with mine playing with my hand resting on his knee under the table. In truth we had only recently talked about having kids. He said he couldn’t wait to show them the film the Jungle Book as it’s a classic and just perfect. He made me sit and watch it when I first started dating him at university as I was ashamed to admit I hadn’t seen it and he said that whenever someone comes into his life who hasn’t seen the Jungle Book he has to sit down and watch it with them. I smiled. My life was with Tom. He was the only one I had ever considered making a family with. The thought of our kids having his curls was just so cute.


It was edging on to half 11 by the time we finished our dinner. I didn’t realise how much we could talk. Well, Tom maybe but myself, not so much.


We hailed a cab back to our flat just in time to watch the fireworks. This year it was going to be different. Tonight I was nineteen again. I wasn’t alone with a bottle of wine, chocolate and Bridget Jones. I was in bed with my gorgeous boyfriend, Tom Hiddleston watching the beautiful fireworks over the city.


The countdown started just as Tom came back from doing his business in the bathroom dressed in a pair of black boxers.


10….9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1… HAPPY NEW YEAR!!


“Happy New Year, My Thomas”


“Happy New Year, My darling girl. My darling, Sophie” with that he drew me in for a long passionate kiss. I moaned into his mouth running my hands through his gorgeous blonde locks. Tom let his hands wonder through my locks pulling my hair pins out one by one.


My hair was soon free of all it’s pins. Tom ran his hands through it, revelling in the softness of it. I continued to play with the hair at the nape of his neck trailing kisses up and down his neck. His breathing began to become more heavy. I smiled against his neck as I knew I was getting to him by the bulge that was starting to form in his boxers. He pulled me by my neck kissing my passionately.


He pulled away after a minute rummaging in his top drawer. I moaned at the loss of contact. Not long later Tom told me to close my eyes. I did and when I opened them gold envelope lay in them. My draw dropped when I saw what was inside.


Inside the envelope were two plane tickets for New York City leaving next Tuesday.


“Oh my god, Tom. What’s this?”


“Well, you said you always wanted to go.”


“But, but aren’t you filming next week?”


“I moved my schedule; I’m not due to start shooting until a few weeks time.”


“Oh my god. What about work?”


“Don’t worry, its all taken care of. I spoke to Chris, you know were all friendly after that interview a few years ago at the BAFTAs so he’s taken care of it and squared it with Mark so pack your suitcase darling. In two weeks time I’m taking you to New York so you can have you Breakfast at Tiffany’s moment”


“Tom, you remembered” tears were forming in my eyes now. I couldn’t believe he remembered. Whilst at university I used to go on and on about New York and Audrey Hepburn and having Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Now in a few weeks I was going. I was going to New York. With my boyfriend. With Tom Hiddleston. With my Thomas. The man I had loved ever since he was a boy of just nineteen at Southampton Solent University.


“Ofcourse I remembered, Soph. I remember everything with you. You’re the love of my life.”


“And you’re mine”


“Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to wipe that smirk from earlier off your face and make passionate love to you. I love you Sophie Louise Evans. Happy New Year”


“Happy New Year Thomas William Hiddleston. I love you so much”





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