Ice Cold (Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction)

I'll Make It Up to You

We arrived on set twenty minutes after the incident. Tom stepped out of the car and walked over to my door a second too late. I already let myself out and had grabbed my things. He hasn't said anything since he turned off the music, nor has he made eye contact.

"Thank you, again, so much for the ride!" I tried desperately to make him speak, the silence killed me.

"Of course, anytime Joan." He nodded, locked his car, and strode off to the mess of cluttered trailers. I heaved my bag over my shoulder, and took my things to Chris' trailer, where Emily would be.

I wound around each car, walking past trailers labeled "Chris Evans," "Robert Downey Jr.," "Mark Ruffalo," and finally "Jeremy Renner." All very operant roles in the movie. I've only seen Mark once, Jeremy has been hiding out. Eventually, Chris Hemsworth's trailer came into view, and I let myself in.

Emily sits casually on the couch, looking at her phone.

"Emily!" I stood still, not knowing if I wanted to hug her or yell at her. She looks up at me.

"Joan, I am so sorry about your car! I promise I'll make it up to you." She grins at me.

"Emily." I repeat, getting ready to tell my story, "I rode here with Tom and-and he started singing and we almost crashed and we-" I stutter through the morning, recounting the accident.

"Wait, you almost crashed?" She steps closer, genuine concern creasing her forehead.

"Yeah, Tom got carried away singing, the car drifted, and we almost hit another car." I find the stool near the mirror.

"Joan, I'm so sorry! This is all my fault. If I just gave you your own car to you this wouldn't have happened." She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a hug. I hugged back, surprised at how worried she actually was.

"No, no Emily it's not like that." I pulled away. She looked so ashamed of herself. "Emily, I'm here. It's over. It's okay." I reassured her. She looks up at me.

"Okay." She smooths out her shirt and breathes in. "Okay, yeah. Let's get going."

"Crap! I'm late!" Really late. "I got to go. Now." I throw open the door to leave and fall into a tall blonde man. Chris. "Ah, sorry." I squeeze past him and stumble onto the asphalt.

Looking back, he smiles at me and continues in, shutting the door with a click behind him. I hurry, knocking on each trailer, taking orders for coffee. Some want something, others don't.

I take my list to my car, my own car. I've never been so happy to see it.

After making rounds dropping off drinks, it assume my usual position on set watching the actors, well, act. The scene being filmed currently is the one with Loki and Black Widow riding on the flying alien skis. A large green-screen drapes the three surrounding walls and green boxes scatter the floor, waiting to be brought to life as debris.

Tom grins mischievously as he sits, perched on the back of one of the machine props, and Scarlett drives another.

I stand and admire each of their abilities. They shoot and reshoot the scene for another 45 minutes after I walked in. When dismissed for break, they both walk in my direction. Scarlett passes me and nods, her red curls acknowledging my presence. Tom stops when he reaches my position. He opens his mouth to talk, but I hold up my hands and stop him before he can say anything.

"I know what you're going to say, 'Joan I am so sorry about earlier today.' But I'm not going to let you apologize again. No one got hurt, alright?" He grins and chuckles.

"Ehehehe, alright." He tugs at the collar of his metal costume. "But seriously Joan. Can I make it up to you somehow? I'd hate to just leave it at this."

Teasingly, I suggest, "Take me to dinner Tom. It's been forever since I've gone out with a guy before." Apparently my tone wasn't sarcastic enough.

"Perfect. I'll pick you up at eight?" He's dead serious, but I'm shocked he took it that way. I thought we were just friends.

"Uh, um, yeah sure. Y-you said eight, right?" I stutter through my words looking up at this Frost Giant.

"See you then, love." He gently reaches down and touches my shoulder and stalks off. I slam my weight into the door to leave and bolt across the street to the trailers, quickly finding Chris'. The door flies open when I enter. Emily has Chris in a chair and she leans in close to his face, concentrating on her work, gently brushing powder on his cheeks and forehead.

My entrance gets her attention and she looks up briefly before going back to her job. She talks to me as she works.

"Hey Jo. What's up?" I wasn't expecting Chris to be here, assuming he was out filming.

"It can wait." Not too comfortable talking about certain recent events with Chris sitting right there.

"Ok then." She puts down her brush and picks up eyeliner, applying it to his eyes.

He pipes up, "Hi Jo. Emily told me about your 'incident' this morning. Are you okay?" I shoot a glare at Emily for telling him. She just smiles and tucks her hair behind her ears.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you. It honestly wasn't that big of a deal."

"If you insist. Emily made it seem like a bigger deal than what you think it was."

"My apologies." She defends herself and straightens up, "All done here." She caps off her supplies as Chris stands up. He begins to walk off and she smacks his back, "Go get dressed, you have to be on Set 4 in half an hour."

"Ah, yes." He grabs a bag and opens the door to the restroom to change. Emily and I sit in an uncomfortable silence as we wait for him to leave.

"Well?" She asks. I nod toward the bathroom door, indicating Chris. She gets the hint and waits patiently. Soon, the door opens and Thor steps out. He nods at us.

"Ladies, I bid you good day." Just like that, he lets himself out of the trailer. I shoot a look at Emily.

"Emily, I think I'm going on a date with Tom." She laughs as if it were a joke.

"Ha, and I'm going out with Chris." She jerks a thumb at the door.

"I'm serious here. He said he wanted to make it up to me, so I jokingly said he should take me out. He thought I was serious." She blinks once at me.

"Well what are you going to do?"

"That's the thing, Emily. I can't just tell him, 'Just kidding, I was being mean and don't want to go to dinner with you after all.' But I can't just let him think it's something else." She thinks, her face hard in concentration.

"I see your point. How about just going to dinner with him and telling him nicely that it wasn't like that. And you get free food out of the deal too. You still have the rest of the day to think about it. But if you do end up going, you should let me do your make-up and hair."

"Ok, thanks!" I got up and hugged her. It relieved me to know that I could go to Emily for anything. She was like a sister to me. "Any news about Chris?"

"No. How do you bring up the fact that you're in love with your client, to your client?"

"Hmph." I purse my lips, "Subtly, when he's least expecting it. Wiggle it into conversation somehow." I suggest lamely.

"Okay then." It was not the fabulous advice she was expecting, but it was the best I could come up with. She shuffles over to the counter and begins cleaning it off.

I leave to wander, and turning to take one last look into the trailer, Emily stops putting make-up away to wave me goodbye.

So this part definitely seemed better than the last one. This chapter I extended to make it up for the other sucky ones.