Infinity and Chaos: The Seventh Infinity Stone

Who is That Celebrity?

I did not enjoy "making friends". I like people. I'm a very social person but I was still mad at grandpa.... No that is too weird, I'll just keep calling him Poseidon. So I was mad at Poseidon. Being mad at someone really ruins your perception of other people. That guy was a jerk, she was too self centered, why does he keep rambling? No one cares about what you are saying. My rotten mood made everyone a rotten person which of course was not true.

Around midnight I found myself slumped on a couch in some sort of parlor with no bed to crash on because I still did not have a room. I also had no idea what happened to my stuff but I was too tired from the party to care.

"May I sit here?" A young man's voice asked, snapping me out of my mindless staring into the distance.

I was about to say no, the seat was taken, when I actually looked at him. His appearance made me almost jump out of my reptilian form into another species. He looked like Loki. Then I realized that, no, he did not look like Loki, he looked like Tom Hiddleston when his hair was short and face clean shaven. And yet he did not. After a moment or two his appearance changed. It was like someone took the most attractive parts of every famous movie star and slapped them across his face. He had the stereotypical rugged jaw, strong cheekbones, and heart melting eyes.

He took my startled silence as a yes, sat down and sighed, "These types of parties are never really my thing. I prefer a humble get together to watch TV or perhaps a gathering of strangers at a movie theater to enjoy the latest release in cinema. Of course I do not hate all parties, nothing could beat a premier, but then again, that also has to do with cinema." He laughed gently, "But I'm getting ahead of myself, I'm Cine."

"Funny, your name in Spanish means cinema. You don't have anything to do with movies by any chance?" I asked.

"God of cinema, movies and television at your service your majesty."

"Please, don't call me majesty, just call me Al."

He smiled again, "Alright Al, I'm curious. When you first saw me you looked.... shocked. Who did I look like?"

"Do you start all conversations this way?" I asked

His voice changed to sound like Inigo Montoya from the Princess Bride, "My father was slaughtered by a six fingered man."

I held up my hand (of which the species I was had only four fingers on each hand) to show I was not the six fingered man like in the movie.

"But to answer the question I thought you were.... an actor that played a friend of mine. Tom Hiddleston. He is not a relation of yours by any chance?" I said.

"My appearance changes to reflect the celebrity or ideal you look up to or have a connection to the most. I like to use this skill to mess with the paparazzi. They think they are taking a picture of their favorite celebrity wolfing down a hamburger but when the picture comes out it's just a random dude wolfing down the burger."

That made me snicker, "That sounds like something I would do."

"The paparazzi is so much fun to play with." He agreed, "Serves them right, their part of the reason that many celebrities get into some shady things. But what friend of yours did Hiddleston play?"

Before I could answer Kiara called out my name, "Al! There you are! Mom wanted me to tell you that...." She caught sight of Cine and her jaw dropped and she stood there stammering for a good while until she found the words, "Oh my goodness! It's Zac Efron!"

"You caught me." Cine said, giving me a quick wink before looking back at her, "I was hoping to keep a low profile, but I guess it's hard to hide in a party."

Kiara was practically hyperventilating, jumping up and down like her shoes had springs in them, "I...I'm your biggest fan! I know you probably hear that a lot but....Can I get a picture with you?"

"Go ahead." Cine smiled.

Kiara could barely stay still long enough for her to take the picture but when she did and took a look at it she frowned.

"Something can't be right...."

"What's wrong?" I asked trying my best not to smile.

"Picture looks all wrong." She said, showing me her phone, "See? It's as if I just took a picture with a completely different guy."

"Mhm." I said, barely holding it in, "Cine, I think we've messed with her enough."

"The picture looks wrong because, unfortunately, I'm not Zac Efron. I'm an Olympian, Cine God of cinema, movies and television."

Kiara looked from Cine to me as I held my stomach because I was laughing so hard. I mean it was not too funny. However her face of betrayal mixed with her emotions and the fact that I probably looked just as stupid when the same thing happened to me was priceless.

"Yeah well...I'm glad someone got you laughing Al. Finally get your mind off of You. Know. Who." She poked me with each word in the stomach, right above my belly button, the only spot on my body that is ticklish no matter what form I take.

"Oh, lay off." I tried not to giggle.

Kiara sat down next to us, "So Cine, do you have any favorite movies? I mean you're bound to have one right?"

He smiled, "How can I choose? Even the one that was badly made by siblings in the basement still was made with love. Or the badly animated, scripted, and voice acted is so bad it is fun to make fun of. Then there are movies that have everything right. Glorious cinematography, lighting, script, soundtrack, acting... There is a place for all movies. Where's the contest?"

"I guess." She said, "Hey, weird question but are you able to watch movies or shows even before they come out?"

"Being the god of movies does have its perks. Now my turn to ask you a question. Would you ladies like to meet me tomorrow to watch an unreleased Marvel show?"

My heart stopped for a second.

I.

Love.

Marvel.

Of course you probably already know that dear reader seeing as I am an Infinity Stone and I like to know what is going on in that certain collection of universes. However I still thought it would be good to restate. You know, for EFFECT!

"Which one?" I asked.

"You said you liked Hiddleston right? How about Loki?"

I should have said no, I knew better than to do anything more with Loki even if it was just watching him on a screen. I even had to get rid of my comics with Loki in them (I cried for several days, and no I am not ashamed of that fact) so I would not be tempted to do anything crazy... At least that is what Kiara said, and I trusted her. I also knew from his emotions that this was some sort of date and he only asked both of us because he felt awkward leaving the other out. I just did not know which one of us it was.

"Yes." I said as Kiara at the same time said, "No."

Kiara frowned at me, "Al, this is not a good idea."

"We would love to watch Loki with you Cine." I said.

He smiled wider, "Great! Be prepared for roughly a 4 hour marathon, we will be watching this in one go. Here is my address." He handed me a card, "I can't wait to see you girls there."

He got up and left as Kiara continued to glare at me, "Al, you should not have done that."

"It's not the same Loki Kiara, it's another variant. I heard some minute men talking about this variant when I left the TVA. Besides, if it does show my Loki I can at least see how he is doing, I sort of left him in a very awkward situation."

She stood up, "Fine, whatever. It's getting late we should find our rooms."

I love Kiara. She is super focused and I am super not. She was able to figure out what happened with our stuff, find us our rooms, and forced the party to leave the hallway that our rooms were in... all in five minutes.

I quickly showered, got into pjs and sank into bed where thankfully I slept without a single dream.