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Sitting in the makeup chair in front of me is the tall and slender body of Tom Hiddleston. He gives me a small smile as I get all the products ready and set up on the stand next to him. It was the first day of filming and I could feel the excitement on the set.
"How are you darling? I haven't seen you in quite a while." his charming voice asks.
I look across at him and return his smile, "I've been good, thank you for asking. What about you? Excited to work with everyone?" I respond as i start working on his makeup.
Moving his lips carefully, he says, "I've been well, thank you and yes, I am looking forward to working with these wonderful people. It's always been fun meeting new faces, but I'm glad to be able to see familiar ones like yours."
"I agree, Mr Hiddleston," I respond while biting my lip, focusing on the contours of his face, "and I have to say, you are lovely to work with."
He smiled while i felt him looking at me, "I must say, I agree with you on this too." he didn't say anymore so I left the conversation at that and continued my work.
Half an hour later I was done and Tom had transformed from the peaceful and charming looking Englishman to a darker and more mischievous face of Loki.
"Done!" I exclaimed as I felt his eyes piercing through me.
"Thank you sweetheart." he said with a smile, which seemed weird as he appeared dark and slightly sinister yet his voice was as smooth and sweet as honey.
"See you after the filming then, Mr Hiddleston!" I said as I started to pack up my brushes and makeup.
Days passed and I would help Tom with his makeup and help him take it off, often some small talk was made but as time went by, he seemed to talk less and less. Gradually becoming more worried day by day, I tried asking him about his day but I would only get one word answers. I even went to Hemsworth and Evans to ask what was wrong but they had no clue, they only told me "We have no idea, he's a kinda out of it at the moment, he even forgot a few lines when we were filming," Hemsworth shook his head, "Its not like him to do this and he won't talk to me about it."
The next day I found Tom already sitting on the chair waiting for me.
"Good morning, Mr Hiddleston. How are you?" I asked politely as I got my things ready.
"I'm fine, thank you." he replied as he looked up at me with tired eyes, "You?"
I stared at him for a few seconds, trying to come up with a reason for his lack of enthusiasm. "I'm," I let out a sigh, "I'm fine also, thank you." he was probably going through some personal issues, and it wouldn't be my place to pry so I didn't ask.
What was happening? Was there something I could do? What if he needed someone to talk to but didn't know how to ask? Could I help him?
All these questions went through my head and I was struggling to keep my mouth shut. But a few days later, Tom's mood seemed to be worse than usual; as I walked towards him, he glared and said, "Hurry up, mortal! Are you daft?"
My eyes widened and I gasped, it was like he was practicing his lines or something but his eyes showed that he was dead serious. It seemed as if Tom was gone and Loki was in his place.
"Mr Hiddleston, sorry I'll be there in a second, let me get my things." I scurried to my work station to grab the things I needed but when i got back to him, he got out of his chair and gripped me arms tightly.
"Don't ever be unorganized when you're in my presence again, or you'll live to regret it." he growled as he tightened his grip.
"Tom! Stop! You're hurting me-" I yelped but he cut me off.
"Did I say you could speak, you mewling quim?" he shook me slightly, getting more angry by the minute, "The next time you speak without permission, I'll-" I broke out of his grasp and slapped him across the face. I was terrified of the unfamiliar person who took the appearance of Tom.
The grip of my arms loosened and a surprised look washed over Tom's face, "What? What just-" he looked at my face, which most likely expressed my horror because he widened his eyes and pulled me into a hug, "Oh my goodness are you alright? I'm so sorry I hurt you! Are you okay?" he gushed and I pulled away.
I stood up straight and looked into his eyes as I asked, "What just happened?"