| IMAGINE for @hepburnmecuryfan |

You're laying in your hotel bed in Ireland flipping through the channels on the television. You stop on a channel when you see a familiar face—Chris Hemsworth. It's a trailer promoting his latest movie. You smile and sigh, sadness filling your heart.

Chris and you were the best of friends growing up. You were inseparable. At least that's what you thought until Chris moved away to pursue a career in acting. You were left heartbroken. While Chris and you were best friends, you were madly in love with him.

You glance at the television screen and see his handsome face. "Still kind of am in love with him." You breathe to yourself. You haven't seen him since he left. You occasionally talked but over the years you both went your separate ways—Chris as an amazingly talented actor and you as a world-traveling photographer.

You turn the television off, getting depressed like you always do when anything about Chris comes up. You regret you never told him of your feelings. "So many what ifs." You mutter, getting out of bed. You tie your hair up into a ponytail and then grab your photography equipment. You need to get your mind off of Chris. You need to photograph this beautiful country.

———

You walk along the coast, snapping breathtaking pictures. "Gosh, this is magnificent." You say to yourself. You shake your head in wonder. You traveled all over the world and seen the beauty of the lands, people, and cultures. You wouldn't trade this job for the world. You love it.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath of the salty air. "Absolutely magnificent." You breathe. You stay there for a few minutes and cherish the feelings coursing through you. The sun starts setting and you start your trek back to the town you're staying in. You stop at your hotel, drop your photography supplies off in your room, and then head back outside. You walk to the end of the street where there's a little pub and then go inside.

After you enjoy a dinner with the friendly locals, you pay the tab and then get up to leave. As you walk out the door someone runs smack-dab into you. You cry out and fall onto your side.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" An Australian voice says, kneeling behind you. Your heart nearly stops. You know that voice. You'd know it anywhere. You turn and your eyes widen when you see Chris.

"Y/N?!" He asks incredulously, his eyes bulging.

"Hey, Chris." You say sheepishly. Seeing him in person makes all these feelings rush through you.

He quickly helps you up and brushes you off. "What-what are you doing here?"

"I'm here for work. What about you? What are you doing here?"

"For work as well." Chris grabs your elbow and leads you outside of the noisy pub. "I don't even know what to say! It's been so long." He says, staring at you like he's in a dream.

"I can't believe it." You laugh.

He grabs your hand. "So what's going on with you now? Last time I saw you—"

"You left me to pursue acting." You state flatly.

He frowns. "I'm sorry, Y/N." He whispers.

You shake your head. "No, no. It's okay. It's just..." You sigh and run your free hand through your hair. "I was just really bitter. There were so many things left unsaid."

Chris raises his eyebrows in question.

"Never mind." You mutter. "You had to follow your dreams. And I mean, look at you—" You laugh. "Thor, god of thunder." You nudge him.

He grins. "So come on, Y/N, you know a ton about me. What's going on with you?"

You catch Chris up on every bit of your life. He listens intently. You find yourself drowning in his eyes time after time. You thought your feelings for him had died down, but seeing him–being with him again—they've only intensified. The chemistry between Chris and you hasn't been lost, that you know for sure.

"So...you have a boyfriend? Are you married now?" Chris asks suddenly.

"Oh, goodness, no! No, no there never was any guy..." You trail off. "How about you?" You ask slowly, almost dreadfully.

He smiles and shakes his head. "No for me either."

"Oh good." You sigh with relief. Chris looks at you funnily. "I mean, not good that you're alone! But, uh..." You stammer awkwardly.

"Can I see you tomorrow?" He questions, saving you from embarrassment.

"Yes! I would love that!" You exclaim.

He grins excitedly. "Great, I can't wait." He suddenly pulls you into his arms tightly. "It's so good to see you again, Y/N." He whispers into your hair.

"It's so good to see you too." You whisper, your eyes closing.

———

For the next three days, Chris and you spend every waking minute with each other. You spend every sleeping minute dreaming of him. You love him so much and you don't want to leave him.

Chris walks you back to your hotel. "Y/N, I only have two more days left here."

"I know." You say quietly. You don't even want to think about it.

"I was, um, I was wondering if maybe tomorrow you would like to go out with me?" He asks slowly.

You swivel your head to look at him, making sure you heard him correctly. "Go out as in just go out as friends or go out as in a date...?"

Chris turns to face you and holds your hand in his. "A date."

A smile skirts across your lips and you squeeze his hand. "I'd like that."

He sighs with relief and grins. "Great. I'll see you tomorrow then." He says, leaning down and kissing your cheek.

———

Chris and you spend the next day together exploring Ireland. You're gone from morning until evening.

"Oh, I never want this day to end." You laugh tiredly, holding Chris's hand as you both walk back to town.

"Me either. I wish I could stop time right now." Chris says. You smile up at him. "You know, I think of all time I could have spent with you if I had told you sooner..." He says softly.

You look at him quizzically. "What?"

He stops in the street. "I love you, Y/N."

"What?" You choke out.

"I've loved you since we were kids. I was foolishly too scared to say it when I left. That is the reason why I don't have a girlfriend. I can't imagine being with anyone else but you. After all these years, I thought all hope was lost. But now that we happened to run into each other again...it's fate." He says, stepping closer to you.

"Oh, Chris. I was so heartbroken when you left. I-I was so angry. Mostly at myself. I didn't tell you how much I loved you and I have regretted it ever since." You breathe.

"Then let's not waste any more time." Chris steps up to you, cups your face, and kisses you. You moan softly and stand on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around him. His hands sink into your hair and he deepens the kiss. He backs you up against a building, his hands roaming your back.

A long moment later, you pull your head back, gasping. "From this moment, Y/N, I'm yours." He breathes against your lips.

"Only if you'll take me." You whisper.

"Forever." He smiles, before kissing you again.
[THE END] I hope you liked it!