They Called Me Cold, They Called Him a Liar

The imposible yet possible truth

Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston, in New York, well. I wonder what will happen? It's not like this is a Thor Fanfiction or anything...

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-Dakoda

The impossible yet possible truth

The tea drinker sets his cup above his head onto the counter, and stands.

He towers above me, just like Chris did, but the tea drinker is smaller, not as buff but still intimidating. My height of 5,2 was tiny compared to his probably over 6 feet at least. Sheesh, giant much?

He looks at me expectantly, and I just burst out giggling like the girl I am. His face so adorable. Bright green eyes under elegant brows, thin features and a pale face with prominent cheekbones, and curly-ish hair messy, like he'd just gotten up. But who was this brother, besides Liam Hemsworth, and why did he also seem so familiar?

His quiet laugh fills the silent room, and he holds out a hand. "Eh, Tom Hiddleston, and you are?"

I gasp and take his hand, noting the coolness of his slim fingers. Not that they felt chilly to me, but they weren't as hot as Chris's.

I recently saw the avengers, and had been a fan-girl ever since. This had to be a dream come true, especially because Loki was my favorite character.

But.

"Wait a second" I say, backing away. "Chris said you were his brother." I say, reaching my hand into the sink.

"Yeah, um, about that," he starts, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh, is there anything, off about you?" he asks, still rubbing his neck.

But Tom's a celebrity, there's no way I'm telling him about my freaky side. I literally just met him, like, two seconds ago.

"Uh, no. Not at all," I quickly shake my head trying to forget ten minutes ago, after getting out of the snow pile. The ice. Martha.

One eyebrow raises, and he looks my hand, where I was circling my finger in the sink water.

The sink water is solid ice, a frosty pattern swirling on the surface along the path of my finger. Shit.

He doesn't look at me, just peeks his head out the doorway. "Brother, we need to talk." He calls, the yelling stops, and I hear the bus doors close.

I relax a little, knowing that Chris had dealt with creeper, but what will they do to me? I basically told Tom, "Yeah, I freeze things, I'm a freak of nature."

Will they report it? I'll be on TV for sure. Oh, and the government will hear it, and they'll find me, I'll die in a lab, god this just gets worse as I go on.

Chris come into the kitchen, and stops in his tracks when he sees the ice.

"Oh, for the love of Odin," Chris mumbles, and now I sink to the ground where Tom was sitting just moments ago. Clutching my dagger, I think about my throbbing blisters, and the tear streaks. Might as well cure those, it's not like this could get any worse.

"Miss-what are you doing?!" Chris demands, watching in horror as I set the tip of the knife to my face.

I press hard into the blisters on cheeks, sighing with relief as the soothing chill spreads to every part of my face.

I hold it up, showing it to the celebrity brothers.

"See? No blood." I say, trying to reassure Chris. Tom on the other hand, looks blank. Emotionless, just staring at the dagger.

I look at his brother, holding it out.

"Could you please do my back?" I ask, pressing the handle into Chris's palm. He cringes away from the handle, murmuring here and there.