Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Tom - Role Reversal, Pt. 2

 Your POV

I groan as my cell rings, the screen illuminating in the dark of night. Rolling over, I pick it up, the charger cord dangling on the side of my bed. As I read the caller ID, I let out another sigh. It's my agent.

 Don't they realize it's 2 in the morning?!

I pick up the phone. "Hello?"

"(Y/N)! I know it's late—"

"No kidding—"

"—but I just got a job opportunity for you for an upcoming animated Disney movie. Apparently, there's a new person coming in, and they want a solid actress to carry him through. They're asking for you."

"And this couldn't wait until a more godly hour?"

"No, I have Bob Iger on the phone now." I take a deep breath, trying to keep my crankiness from showing.

"Alright, I'll do it. What's it about?"

As he goes on to tell the story, I try my best not to nod off. I had been all over America and Europe in a nonstop thirty-six hours. I got into contact with the producers for Thor, and they gave me a head-shot they had saved of Tom. After a trip to the copiers, I had managed to print a hundred of them and saved a PDF version of them. I had visited every film company I had a direct or indirect link to, and I got to them to keep him on their radar. Even on the plane, I was on Skype and on the phone making arrangements. I absolutely got no sleep, and now the chance I do have, it's being ruined.

Naturally, Tom didn't know about this; he might kill me if he found out. But he seemed so sad when he talked about how he walked out on a big chance. I couldn't just sit there and do nothing.

"Do you think you can make it to California at 2 tomorrow? There will be a meeting with all the other confirmed actors."

Actually, Disney was on my to-do list in regards for the head-shot. Hey, I can always sleep on the plane.

"Why not?" I say, unenthusiastically.

~

Eighteen hours and four cups of coffee later, I find myself walking into the studio. Emma walked with me into the building. We would always sass each other like sisters, and even after becoming an ambassador for the UN, that hasn't changed.

"Did you get that midnight wake-up call too?" she asked as soon as she saw the coffee in my hands.

"What do you think?" I said as I was putting on my lipstick. I had tried to look presentable for the meeting: a nice dress, flat shoes, waved hair in a bun, concealed the dark circles under my eyes, and put on eyeliner. But none of that could mask how tired I still was. Thus, I would take on becoming the world's new champion of the most coffee chugged in a day.

"At least we're probably aren't recording today."

"At least it's only voice acting." When we step in, we recognize some of the actors that have showed up. My eyes widened and my mouth opened in a smile as I recognized the newbie, wearing a sharp black suit.

"Giggleston!" I ran to give him a hug, and I can hear him laughing in my ear. "I can't believe you're the newbie! This is so exciting!"

"Well apparently, the Thor management passed on my head-shot after someone asked about it, and I got an audition." He sets me down on the ground. I throw my hands up.

"Don't ask me, I didn't give it to them!"

After introducing Tom to Emma, the meeting begins. I sit us next to him so he doesn't feel left out. We soon get the script, go to the storyboards where the writers give us the plot, and then get to practice a bit in the recording booth. Already video cameras are recording for backstage footage, and I can tell Tom is getting nervous. I pull him aside before he steps into the booth.

"Listen. It's going to be okay. I'm going to be right across the glass in the other booth." To make him feel more at home, in between takes, I make faces at him, which gets him to chuckle. After a while, he does them back, assuring me that he's okay. Sometimes, I catch him dancing silly, and I mimic him back.

After two hours of recording bits and pieces, we're released. I grab a water bottle from the concession table. As I take a sip, I notice Tom lazily walking out. Forcing down the sip, I tightened the cap back on and rush over, holding onto the script in my small, crossover purse.

"Wait for me!" He looks up and smiles at me.

"I thought you would want to walk with Miss Watson."

"It's just Emma, she's already gone, and I don't want you to be by yourself, not on your first day." He smiles as we walk to his car.

"I thought you'd be on your flight by now." In our discussions, he's told me about how he was laid off and headed back to the UK to help with his mother.

"I thought so, too. But I got this crazy call in the middle of the night." When my grin widens, he chuckles. "Guess I wasn't the only one."

"Apparently, someone needs their clock fixed."

"Maybe it's a broken clock above a French fireplace." Now it's my turn to laugh.

We reach the car quicker than I thought. Before getting in, he turns around to me.

"Thank you." I raise my eyebrow.

"For?"

"The job. I know it was you who gave the head-shot to them." I poke his shoulder blade.

"Technically, no I didn't. You got this job on your own." His eyebrows narrow in confusion.

"Wait, but I thought...I mean, I..."

"I did ask about your head-shot and made a millions calls and visits, but I didn't get to Disney yet. I was later this week, but seems that they got to you first." Tom laughs, and for the first time, I heard its distinctiveness. It's pleasant.

"Well, thank you for stirring up the waters."

My agent calls me. I turn around, and he's gesturing me to the car.

"I gotta go," I tell Tom, who's biting his bottom lip. "So...I'll see you in the studio?"

"Yes, of course. Absolutely." I smile and start walking to the car, looking over my shoulder to take another glance. It was so easy to talk to him and to support him. And I simply don't know why.

There's something there.