Tom HiddlestonXReader The Bet(s)

You felt a thick blush paint across your facial features.

"Come, (y/n)." Your friend, Chris, said softly, pushing you forwards with the palm of his hand against your back.

You had bet Chris Hemsworth that he wouldn't die his hair pink.

If you won, he had to kiss Tom Hiddleston in front of dozens of cameras, if he won, you had to ask Tom Hiddleston out in your skimpiest outfit.

Chris had won, his hot pink hair gleaming in the sun.

"Chris, I can't do this-" He cut you off.

"If you don't, you will wake up with a tattoo on your chest reading 'Lokis' Army'."

You knew he would do it, too.

You groaned and looked down. You were wearing a short black skirt, and a small (f/c) top that barely covered your chest.

Your usual shoes had been replaced with heels that made you seem two inches taller, the straps of the shoes going to your ankle and holding there.

Your legs were covered in thin fishnet stockings.

You hoped you didn't look like a prostitute.

"There he is, (y/n)!" Chris whispered loudly to you. You looked over and saw the happy actor beaming in the light, his flawless skin enchanted you, his smile sent sparks coursing through you.

He was in his Loki suit, which you thought strange, but ignored it for the moment.

The sparks were still burning you, sending butterflies to bat against your stomach and chest.

Oh, what that man did to you.

You gulped and nodded, stepping forward cautiously, leaving Chris behind.

You felt Tom look you over, surprise etched in his features.

"H-hey, Tom. What's up?"

He chuckled,

"(y/n), WHAT are you wearing?"

You shrugged and forced a smile onto your lips. Internally, you feared he was afraid of being seen with you in public like this.

A few yards behind Tom, you saw Robert Downey Jr. He wore a smile, and his smile was wider than any smile you had ever seen the actor possess before.

Curiosity waved through you, before you pushed all thoughts away.

You opened your mouth to speak, unaware that he had been about to do the same.

"Do you want to go out with me?" You both said in unison, causing you to look at each other in shock.

Little did you know that Tom had placed a bet with Robert, similar to yours. Tom had bet Robert that he would not spray paint 'Lokis' Army' on his house and car.

If he did, Tom would have to ask you out with his Loki suit and armor on, if not, Robert would have to go without sex for a month.

If you turned towards Roberts' limousine, you would have seen 'LOKIS' ARMY' spray painted in green and gold.

"Of course I will, Tom." You stuttered. He nodded in agreement, and took your hand, placing it to his lips,

"I'd love to go out with you."

You both smiled, before turning to those you bet, you to Chris, Tom to Robert.

You both shouted over to them,

"You planned this, didn't you?"