Literature
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 shor