Ice Cold (Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction)

Going South for Tom, Looking Up for Jo

Tom and I stumble into his trailer, overjoyed at the news of our friends. Tom collapses onto the couch on his stomach, and I lay myself down across his back. I struggle to keep my heart rate down, panting, after running to his trailer. He, not so much. His legs carried him farther with less amount of energy.

 "I'm so excited!" I cannot maintain the smile plastered on my face. I look down at Tom to see him fold his arms under his chin, with the same stupid grin.

 "Ehehehe! Chris has been talking about her non-stop lately, I'm so happy to finally see him following through with this."

 "Ugh." I roll off his back and buckle onto the floor, catching myself on my hands and knees. "Got any water here?" I heave in air as I sputter out the words.

 "Oh yes. Right over there." He turns onto his back to prop himself up and leans against the arm rest. I follow the direction his finger is pointing with my eyes and find a mini fridge tucked away at the back of the trailer. After getting myself a drink, a take my seat back on the couch next to Tom, finally relaxing a bit. I need to work-out more, I make a mental note.

 "So do we wait for them to tell us?" I'm anxious to talk about it with Emily.

 "That would be the right thing to do. Besides, wouldn't it be creepy to admit to peeping." He makes a face of mock disgust.

 "What time do you have to be on set for filming?"

 "Uh," He pulls out his phone, "In about two more hours. I really do love being her to support my friends, but it can be so boring!" He throws his head back and leaves it there, staring at the ceiling.

 "We could go see Jeremy Renner. He introduced himself to me right after you left this morning." Tom doesn't say anything for a while, remembering the memory. I almost successfully forgot about it, but brought it up anyway. The only movement from Tom is the rise and fall of his breathing chest, but other than that, he's completely still. "Toooomm?" I flick his thigh, trying to get his attention.

 "Hm?" His head shoots upright as he acknowledges my suggestion. "Oh, yes! Let's go visit him!" He grins and pops up from his spot on the couch. I peel myself from my seat and bound out the door after Tom. We never really stay in one spot for too long.

 I'm not familiar with Jeremy's trailer location, so I follow Tom the entire way, as he seems to know exactly where it is. He winds through alleyways created by the parked trailers and slips through narrow cracks between objects. I have a little trouble keeping up, but when I can I jog so I don't get too far behind.

 "Ah! Here!" He stops abruptly in front of a trailer towards the back of the lot. Kind of out of attention. I almost run into him, not noticing that he stopped. He reaches up a fist and knocks gently on the door. Jeremy opens up and breaks into a smile when he sees us.

 "Tom! Jo, right? I forgot to tell you before how stunning you look. Get in here you two!" Wow this guy is a flirt, but he makes me blush nonetheless.

 "Aww thanks Jeremy!" A smirk slips through his lips as he stands aside to let us in. He's still in his leather Hawkeye outfit. Looking around his trailer, you can tell his personality. He has everything tidy and neat, nothing was on the floor. He had his mini fridge on top of his counter next to his makeup artists bag. I sit on his couch, hands tucked under my thighs. Tom sits next to me, knees bowing out and spread a mile wide. Jeremy plops right between us, plenty of room between the three of us still because Jeremy's couch is larger than usual.