How Much Can You Hate Me | Tom Hiddleston x Fem!reader

Part 4 | Careful

"Left, left, right, left, right-"

You circled round and round with a trainer, your false blades clashing.

Tom sat on the side watching, taking a sip of water as he waited for his turn to keep practicing.

The trainer was replacing Tom for this scene so the two of you could practice separately before practicing together as it was quite a complicated scene.

"You're taking so long."

"Shut up Hiddleston."

"This happens every movie."

"Shut up."

"Every time we train."

"I will fucking stab you."

"It's a prop blade" he smirked, leaning back and folding his arms. "Can't stab me with that."

"Try me" you challenged, spinning it in front of you before throwing up in the air and catching if. "I could stab you with anything if I tried hard enough. Also, who said I was going to said you with this?"

"What do you mean?"

"I merely said I was going to stab, not what I was going to stab you with" you shrugged with a grin. "I could use anything, any time, any place. Watch your back Hiddleston."

"I always do when you're around" he muttered.

"One eye open when I'm sleepinggggg, one eyeeeeeeee" Anthony sang in background, having a pretend punch up with Sebastian.

"Zip it Mackie" you laughed, brushing your messy hair out of your face. "You need to get off social media dude."

"You need to fix your hair" Tom commented.

"You need to fix your attitude."

"I know" he grinned, reaching out and pulling out your hair tie as e walked over to you.

"Why don't you tie that in your own hair? Make yourself into a unicorn" you replied, passing him the prop sword and smoothing your hair into it's usually neat ponytail (Or however you want to wear your hair.) "Go bother someone else."

"I'm only bothering you because you're right here, and because we're training together."

"I noticed. I'm not happy about it."

"Feeling is mutual, now shoo."

"Bloody Brits" you muttered, Tom chuckling quietly behind you.

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"Alright Y/n, one more practice with me and then I think we're ready to put the two of you together and try it that way" the trainer announced as Tom stepped off the mat, passing you the sword.

"Tragic" you mock sighed. "I don't want to be near him anymore than I have to."

"Our characters are in love, so you have to get pretty close."

"Again, I noticed, and I'm not happy about it. Maybe I should talk to the Russo's about killing my character off" you mused. "Then I wouldn't have to deal with you anymore."

"Don't do that. And what if we're both hired for another movie together?"

"Then I'll refuse to take the job."

He rolled his eyes, a slight smile on his lips as you grinned, turning away from him to step onto the mat, ready to try the combination again.

"Ready?" The trainer questioned, readying himself at your nod. "Okay, and begin! Left, left, right, left, right-"

The two of moved around each other quickly, the fake swords making whistling noises as they cut through the air.

You were about to do the last move when you heard a particularly loud whistle, the prop smashing into the right side of your head.

You stumbled to left, your hand immediately coming up to clutch quickly forming bruise.

"Motherfucker" you groaned as Tom appeared in front of you, gently grasping your wrists in concern.

"Are you okay darling?" He questioned, the trainer rambling his apologies.

"I thought I told you not to call me that asshole."

He chuckled dryly, helping to you stand up straight and turning you to the side to check your head. "You're bleeding."

"It's fine, it's not that bad" you muttered.

"Yes, it is. You might have a concussion from that" the trainer interjected hurriedly. "I'm so sorry Y/n, I swung the wrong way and-"

"It's fine, it's fine" you groaned, waving him away as you squeezed your eyes shut. "Please, stop talking, it hurts when you do."

"Does the light huff your head?" Tom asked, grimacing when you nodded slowly. "Probably a concussion love. Let's take you to the doctors shall we?"

"Call me love again and I'll give you a concussion to match mine."

The actor laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist to help walk out of the training room. "I'd hate that, I wouldn't want to match with you. What would your fans think?"

"Which ones? The ones that think were secretly in love or the ones who insist we hate each other, which is correct?"

"Either, you choose."

"Both would be shocked. Yours would be too."

"Well then, it's lucky we aren't."

"Mhm, so lucky" you muttered as you finally got into the break room where about half the cast were.

"What the hell happened?!" Chris E exclaimed, hurrying over with the others. "Jeez Tom I know you two hate each but there's no need to try to knock her out."

"Haha, very funny" he replied sarcastically. "She was hit in the head by a prop sword very hard, she ma have a concussion."

"If I do I wish it were worse, then I wouldn't have to look at your awful ace" you added, managing to smirk up at him.

"Give me me the sword and I can fix that problem for you."

"Oh stop threading each other for once" Elisabeth sighed, taking your hand and laying down on one of the couches. "You stay here until the set medic comes along to check your out okay?"

"Fine" you groaned, looking over as Tom sat down in an armchair opposite you. "Why are you here? Piss off."

"Well I'm supposed to be training with you, but since you can't do that and I now have nothing else to do until later on, I may as well stay here" he shrugged, taking his book out of his bag that was beside your couch.

"You're such a pain in the ass" you grumbled, picking up a spare pillow and placing it over your face. "I can't rid of you."

"No you can't" he muttered, smiling slightly to himself behind his book, glancing over the top of the pages every now and again to check on you.

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