Tom Hiddleston / Loki One Shots

Ever The Gentleman - Tom

WARNING - SMUT/NSFW/18+

You stare at the blank screen cursing yourself for agreeing to this. You weren't a writer or a public speaker yet you had agreed to write a speech for your employer that you would deliver at the upcoming ball to the perspective donors. You worked for a charity and although you could talk circles round people one on one when asking for donations, you couldn't seem to form the words to put them down on paper and now you are sat here staring at the bouncing cursor on the screen. It was taunting you!

The ball was in 2 weeks and your deadline was Monday so they could proof read it beforehand. You had been putting this off because the type of speech they wanted was personal, it was like cutting yourself open so the rich entitled arseholes could watch you bleed. Technically, you could be considered a 'rich entitled arsehole' since you lived in London in a large house that had no mortgage and didn't need to work but, you would give it all up if you could have your dad back. You don't remember your mum as she died shortly after you were born.

Deciding to collect your thoughts you stepped away from your laptop. You made yourself a coffee and walked out on to the terrace at the back of your house. You snagged your cigarettes as you passed. Awful habit but when your stress levels skyrocketed you occasionally turned to smoking. You didn't think turning to gin in this instance would help and to be fair it was only 11am.

Sitting in the shade of your parasol listening to the traffic in the distance, you sipped at your coffee and let your mind wander. The speech almost writing itself in your mind. Knowing it best to strike whilst the iron is hot, you retrieved you laptop and let your fingers dance over the keys. By the time you had finished you had written several pages. You saved the draft so you could proof read it later to shorten it. You only had 10 minutes to speak but what you had written was at least 30 minutes long.

The rest of your weekend passed in a blur. Your speech was written, your dress for the event was purchased and now you just needed to get through the next two weeks before trying not to make a fool of yourself in front of hundreds of people.

***

The day of the ball you woke up early, you had planned a full day of pampering to try lessen your nerves. After what felt like an eternity sat in a chair you were finally ready to go let your stylist go home so you could get dressed. She had styled your long hair in soft waves before pinning them loosely off your face and shoulders. Your makeup was smoky and seductive. You slowly stepped into your beautiful navy ball gown that had a sweetheart neckline and a full skirt and added your heels. Grabbing your clutch and checking your speech was inside you opened Uber and booked your cab.

A few minutes later you are on your way to The Grand Hall at Old Billingsgate. The venue has been decorated so spectacularly. Large candle lanterns line the outside of the building and the inside is like something out of a fairy tale. A hundred or so tables decorated in crisp white linen and brilliant candlelit centre pieces, muted lighting around the room creates a soft almost romantic vibe to the room. There is a stage at one end and a dance floor to the other. Waiters float around the room finalising the finishing touches before the guests are due to arrive. You stand in awe, soaking it all in.

"It's enchanting, isn't it?" your boss says making you jump.

"It's breath taking" you respond, almost wistfully.

"This is all your vision, Sarah" she laughs.

She was right but you hadn't thought that your dream would materialise so perfectly.

"The guests will be here shortly, is there anything you need me to help with?" you ask, hoping she allows you to grab a glass of something and hide in a corner until needed.