one of the boys

the "plot, what plot?" hiddlesworth story

Today has been the day. Tom doesn’t even know how he managed to get to this event, but it’s for a good intention and that’s all he cared for. He’s really excited about what he’s going to wear. All he knows is that the designer, (Alexander McQueen), will dress him up. His way to the event has been a cocktail of different feelings. First it was excitement, but with every step he took, he becomes more nervous. The fear of failing now overwhelming him. He never walked on a catwalk before, but at the end it was nothing than walking a path for the crowd. Nothing special.

Now he’s in the dressing room where a group of make up artists, models and some unknown faces assemble. They already waited for him. All he knows is that he should grow his hair and dye it black. The rest should be a surprise..

Meanwhile Chris made his way to his seat. He makes sure it wasn’t reserved in the front row. He didn’t want to be spotted by the Brit in this moment, when he made his way out. Although he would love to see Tom up close, but Chris being here was a surprise of course, and he would hate to ruin it. The tall man smiled to himself as he sat down, just imagining the look he would receive from Tom when he popped out of nowhere and meets him with a kiss.

In the dressing room is a manikin all dressed up. Tom assumes that it’s going to be his outfit. It’s not his style, but it was something special. His fingertips brush over the material. The lace on the emerald corset feels so soft, but the thing that actually shocked him are the shoes. Four inch high heels in black. How is he going to survive that? Suddenly an artist pulls him down to the chair to do the make up. His make up made him look like a junkie. With brown eyeshadow underneath his eyes, pale skin and more make up to underline his already prominent cheekbones. ”Ten minutes!”, yells an assistant to both of them. Tom nodded, getting quickly into his clothes. The high heels bother him, but he couldn’t change it now. Also he doesn’t want to ruin the concept. ”Deep breaths Tom. Deep breaths.”, he tells himself. Now he hears Samuel, the host, screaming for him. ‘This is it.’, thought Tom. He’s going to trip over his own feet and fall and embarrass himself on stage.

Chris’ eyes followed the people currently going down the catwalk, hoping Tom would come out soon. Not that he didn’t enjoy everything and the other models showing off body and clothes, it was quite interesting.

The next participant came into his view with wobbly, almost awkward steps, but the first thing Chris notices are the black lacquer high heels hugging impossibly long gorgeous legs. The tight leather pants matches with the black lacquer from his high heels, that clinge on Tom’s legs. His outfit gets complete with a blouse, dedicated to the middle age and on top of it, a green corset with beautiful black lace.

The Australian just had to mutter a “Damn.” at that, because.. well, damn. His prayers were answered. There was Thomas William Hiddleston, wearing four inch heals and going down a catwalk. Chris nearly fell out of his chair!

The more Tom got in the centre of the catwalk, he changed his mind. Suddenly he feels confident. Was it the high heels? He struts, proudly of himself, on the catwalk as if he tries to seduce the crowd. Or Chris. God! What would he think about that?

As if the clothes didn’t make Chris want to go up there and steal Tom for himself, now the Brit is walking in a way that definitely made something stirr in the pit of Chris’ belly (More specificly, between his legs). After hypnotizingly watching Tom for a few more seconds, he turned to someone sitting next to him. ”Hey,” he says, seeking attention from the stranger. ”Do you know where the changing room for the models are?” The man looks questionablly at Chris, but then answers: ”Uh.. it’s over there.. I think,” he points towards a few small tented rooms. ”But why-?” ”And let’s not forget our special guest; Chris Hemsworth!”, Samuel’s voice booms happily over the crowd. Fuck.