Walking on Wrong Paths ( A Tom Hiddleston FanFiction )

Chapter IV

" May I ask you again why on Earth we are here? Again? Wasn't yesterday enough of comic con?" I asked Olivia impatiently.

" Because Tom is about to do an interview. " she replied.

" Tom?" I asked puzzled.

This place is jampacked. People screaming when there's nothing even going on yet.

" Please welcome to the stage.." The interviewer says holding the doorknob.

The crowd screamed with enthusiasm.

" My friend.." He says.

"Oh just get on with it already." I rolled my eyes.

" Shush you." Olivia said.

" What's the need to prolong this event?" I said irritably.

" Tom Hiddleston." He finally completes his sentence.

And the crowd bombarded the place with cheers and screams.

What's the big deal with this guy?

" Woah, you guys are as loud as Hall H yeaterday." The guy speaks.

Hall H? Wait a second.. That Loki guy?

In the midst of my thoughts, i'm disrupted as the crowd screams irrationally.

" Does anybody have a question?" The interviewer asks the crowd.

And a girl with hair the colour of red stands up from the crowd and speaks.

" Hey uh, I was wondering what is your favourite Shakespearian play is and could you give us a sample?" She says so confidently.

" Oh wow, that's a good question." He, or should I say ' Tom ' said.

'I'm fascinated by this question, for as you can tell I've read every play and sonnet ever written by Shakespeare, I doubt if this guy even knows a thing about him.' I said to my self presumptuously.

" I feel like, uh. It changes depending on how I'm feeling in any given moment." He states.

Is this guy for real? My eyes widened. My judgement was circumstantial until I heard him spoke...

" I have a soft spot for Othello, I think its an art and its, perfect." He continues unable to put his words together to frame it perfectly as he can't find the exact words to describe it.

I started to fill my mind with questions.

" But then.. Some of the speeches in King Lear are just heartbreaking." he continues.

Oh, tell me about it. I actually cried for a moment when I read King Lear, of how Cordelia's love for his father was not feign but sincere when in fact her two sisters were the ones who spoke of false words of love to their father just so to claim the kingdom and King Lear banished his daughter Cordelia from his kingdom and did not give her any part of his kingdom. He banished his daughter who showed true kindness and love.

And awoken I am from my thoughts I hear him say a line.

" Hang there like fruit, my soul. Till the tree die." He says staring off at a distance in the crowd.

I was struct. I was completely unable to think for a minute there. He actually, likes, Shakespeare.

" Actually, I played Henry V and I'm about to play Coriolanus..."

The crowd cheers disrupting his sentence. And I stood there in the middle of the crowd struct by his every word. Its like every word that came out from his lips came dashing to my heart like knives. ( In a good way. )

A thousand questions asked and thousand answers given ( Including that Velocorapter thingy, that made me giggle a bit ), until finally its over. I am relieved, except for Olivia who still isn't satisfied and still has a lot more energy to scream.

" And give it up for Tom!"

The crowd screams once more for the hundredth time.

Tom exits the stage, waving at the crowd.

I was just staring at him cause I can and he probably won't notice me in this bizarre crowd, when unexpectedly his eyes landed on mine, I quickly look away.

You know that feeling when you've made eye contact with someone and its just quite unusual or embarrassing? Yes, that kind.

I sighed with relief as he exited the stage ah, finally. Its over.

As soon as everybody left the place, everybody was scattered outside still chattering about the Nerd HQ and along with Olivia and I.

I felt a thud on my chest, and I see papers flying around and a guy picking it up.

" I am very sorry, I have a tight schedule and I have to attend so many things. " said he as I stood up.

"hey! Watch where you're going! You knocked over my friend!" Olivia said.

Its that interviewer guy. ( didn't bother remembering his name. )

" Oh my gosh... Its you.." Her eyes widened.

Alas, he picked up the last of his papers. Two guards standing behind him as well.

He looked at me, and so did Olivia who stood beside me.

" Hey, uh, what's your name? Be quick I got a minute." He said as the words raced off of his lips.

" Cara." I replied.

" I know this is very irresponsible of me but I'm giving you a pass and you must deliver this fan mail to his dressing room." He said panting as he handed me an ID that says ' authorized' and a brown envelope like bag of fanmail.

Olivia still stood there shocked.

He walks away quickly. Wait, but deliver it to who?

" Wait!" I called out and he turns back to me.

" Deliver it to who?" I shouted out.

He walks closer to me and gestures his hand for me to come closer.

He whispered to my ear.

" Loki. "