**COMPLETED**Unbound ((a Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction))

Chapter Two: Fever

This week dragged on. I couldn’t prepare myself enough for this. Every one of my brushes was cleaned. Everything was stocked up and I had extras. I had purchased some new things that I had been meaning to buy but due to the loss of my job, it was no longer something I needed to purchase. I still wasn’t told what movie I would be working on; they were very secretive about the whole thing. They simply told me to show up and that it wouldn’t be anything too out of my comfort zone because they saw me do it in my portfolio. My mind boggled as I played with Al, he had imprisoned me in his plastic house and wouldn’t let me out. Apparently I had to sit there and cook him some fries.

Monday finally rolled by. I hadn’t slept all night. I’d probably downed two cups of herbal tea before I gave up and tried a sleeping pill. Nothing.  On the plus side, this morning was an easy one and we were early to day-care. Al and I played for a few before he got bored of me and played with his little buddies. The busy streets of London made me re-think my choice in transport. I probably should have taken the bus or something. After pumping up the heater in the car, I remembered why taking my car was the best option, besides feeling like a god when controlling the temperature of said vehicle, I had two huge bags with me, and I could blast my music. A slow, heavy beat shook through the metal workings of the car, the guitar and melodic voice danced through my car. I couldn’t help but belt out during the highlight of the song. Who didn’t love a good sing-session in the car?

So here I was. Finally.

“Welcome Domani –

“Just call me Dom.” I said with a smile, hoping I didn’t sound rude.

“Oh,” the man smiled pushing his dark rimmed glasses up from his nose. “Dom, we’re going to be very busy today.”

We walked briskly through the empty building. I guessed it was something that they just hired quickly to have a place to work. He took me through what we would be doing today and all I could do was shit my weight accordingly while balancing my two heavy bags, and nodding when appropriate.

“So here’s the room, I’m sure you’ll be working with Alan and Ken today...” he said before opening the door slightly, “Ah yes, he is in today. Good luck.” He said with a grin before going off in the direction we had come.

“Good morning, come in, we don’t bite.” There was a circle table in the middle of the room. Two men were in quite relaxed clothes, nothing of the suit type. They both wore smiles on their faces and seemed to be stress-free. This was a good sign. “You’re the first one to arrive, better to be early I always say.” Said the thinner, leaner of the two.

“Yes. I agree.” I said walking over to take a seat.

“You brought your equipment! We could get some tests going if everyone else is as organised and considering other things of course.” The other man said cheerily. Holy shit. That was Kenneth Branagh.

“I figured it’d be best. I wasn’t told what to bring.”

The day progressed rather quickly, although we didn’t get any tests done, we did get plenty of ideas down. I was officially working as a make-up artist and head hair-dresser for the upcoming movie Thor: The Dark World. They had also told me when I asked, that they had hired me was due to the fact that I had concept designs, sketches and designs in my portfolio rather than just what I had done prior to this job. Alan also enjoyed my choice in music.

Two or three months had passed and we finally got the inner workings of what would go down when we finally had the actors at hand. I’d already met Chris Hemsworth, he’d come in twice for a fitting in the costume department and just recently, I was put in charge for doing his highlights and toning. He was a nice guy. Today I was going to meet Tom Hiddleston. He was coming in for a filter before putting a jet black dye over his fair mane.