House of Blues

Okay, okay, okay. This is dedicated to Algie888. Because this person is absolutely hilarious and wonderful.

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It was hard enough to get over the fact that you were leaving him in the next couple of days. Harder still to understand that you were also leaving all of the other new friends you’d made. Which made you automatically go back into that depressed state of The End.

All too soon they called that last “CUT!” and the movie wrapped. And instead of an overwhelming sense of loss, you’re filled with the pride of accomplishing something this huge. Something that you knew would be extremely monumental, because you could feel deep down that it would be. And with this cast of gifted actors, and the crew that made everything work, you knew that even though the process was finished, the real story had just started with the step that was just taken.

You like to think that the tears you shed that afternoon were a mix of happiness, and the sadness in leaving. Now all you had to do was make it through this Wrap Party that Tom had thrown together at The House of Blues.

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                                                                  Tom's Point of View

What were you even thinking?

I never thought that I could be so dense as to stare at her for over an hour and not get embarrassed. But that puzzle had re-appeared, and I didn’t know what else to do. There seemed to be no answer to this stupid voice that seemed to scream at me all hours of the day.

I knew I liked her. Of course I did.

What was not to like?

But was it something more than that? Something completely different from that?

Because who says that every woman you like has to turn into a relationship? That would just be impossible and illogical and ridiculous.

I’m never one to suppress emotions, but I mean…. I’d never been in this position before.

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                                                                 Joanna's Point of View

Informal party, no fancy-ness required. You dress in a pair of nice jeans, navy blue tank top, and gray cardigan. The necklace Tom gave you matches perfectly, and you smile at it before slipping on a pair of gold ballet flats and look at your reflection.

Not too shabby, if you do say so yourself.

Your hair is down in large, voluminous curls that you never thought you could replicate off the television screen. Even though your profession is styling hair, you do surprise yourself sometimes. There’s a small gold clip on the side to pin back a few curls so they won’t fall in your face.

Deciding that you’ve finished getting ready, it only takes a minute to grab your purse and slip your I.D. in your pocket and a twenty dollar bill.  And you’re not going to be needing anything else other than your keys.

You don't drink. You agree with it about as much as smoking.

It takes around thirty minutes to drive to The House Of Blues and you can already tell that it’s going to be a loud, rambunctious party. You can hear the music from outside the doors. The bouncer there asks for your name, and he searches the list for it.

“I’m sorry, but you’re name isn’t on here.”

“What?!” You say quickly without thinking about the repercussions, “Joanna McCallister. Are you sure I’m not there?”

“No, ma’am.”

“What about Sigyn? Sigyn Laufeyson.”

Tom called you Sigyn almost as much as he called you Jo. It had become a nickname that many misunderstood.

“No, Miss Laufeyson,” the bouncer looked irritated.

People were looking, silently screaming at you to leave and quit trying to crash the party. Well, not really, you worked with all these guests. You just assume that’s what would happen if you were in a public position, with people you didn’t know.

“This is where the Avengers wrap party is being held, right?” Suddenly you hope that you haven’t made a complete fool of yourself, cheeks turning red.

He just stands there, in silence, not meeting your eyes. An eerie sense that you’re missing something creeps up on you, and then the bouncer explodes.

“Loki’d!!”

You stand there, dumbfounded, “Wha-?”

“Don‘t shoot the messenger, I was only following orders," he replies, “I was told that if Joanna McCallister came and asked to get in that I was to pretend she wasn‘t on the list. Then say Loki‘d when she, quote, ‘Got flustered.’”

“Tom.” You say between gritted teeth, but the bouncer takes it as a question.

“He didn’t tell me his name, but he was very tall.”

“So,” you try, already deciding what was going to become of Thomas William Hiddleston when you got a hold of him, “I can go in?”

“Yes, of course.” The bouncer moves aside and opens the door. The music blares past your ears as you step in and the door closes behind you.

There he was. Standing in the DJ booth, laughing with another guy looking a computer. Although you were absolutely smitten with him, you had this desire to just whop him across the head for his prank.

“You finally made it!” Clorissa squeals over the music, coming and giving you a big hug. You rip your eyes away from Tom, knowing you’d get to him sooner or later.

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“Hello, hello, hello!”

You turn, just like everyone else, to look at Robert, who’s standing in the DJ booth with a microphone. You had been talking with Clorissa and MacKensie for the past hour, every once in a while taking a turn on the dance floor when the music was fast enough.

“Well, we’ve all had fun… blah, blah, blah… I’m having a hard time getting out of character… yada, yada, yada. Anyway, we’ve laughed, we’ve cried, and I love you all. But that’s not what I’m up here for.”

You love Robert. And it’s not hard to understand that he’s having a hard time tossing Tony to the side after being him for the past four months. Honestly, it was difficult to figure out where Tony ended and Robert began.

“Back when we started there was this girl who was hired,” he’s talking with his hands, and you see Tom staring at him, hanging on every word, “A very exceptional young lady, that has been able to worm her way into all of our hearts. Or at least mine.”

He’s smiling, so brightly, and you giggle to yourself. More than thinking he’s being absolutely adorable, you wonder who he’s talking about.

“She continually is teasing me, and bullying me. She’s threatened to beat me up more than once,” the room erupts into laughter, “And we wouldn’t know her if it weren’t for her husband.”

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                                                                         Flashback

“Get a room,” You hear Robert yell across the expanse of space. And really there’s no reason for it. You’re not doing anything different than usual.

Sometimes you wonder if he’s not actually Tony Stark playing RDJ, instead of the other way around. It had happened that he loved teasing you and Tom about everything. And you do mean everything. Something as innocent as touching up Tom’s eyeliner constituted 'getting a room.'

Maybe he’s the one who planted in your head that there was something more there with your co-worker. This theory goes down the drain almost immediately though, because you know you’re just trying to find someone to blame other than yourself.

“Don’t make me come over there,” you yell back, smiling.

Tom’s eyes are closed as you’re fixing his eye shadow, he’s grinning, “You could take him.”

This makes you laugh, and Rob overhears, replying in a boisterous English accent, “Oh, don’t let him whisper sweet nothings in your ear! He’s the bad guy!”

You sense his eyes on you and turn your head to stick your tongue out at him. It doesn’t take long for Robert to saunter over.

“He may be the bad guy, but he’s a very dashing one,” you reply, winking at Tom as you dust of the shoulders of his costume. He grins and flushes pink; it gives you a sense of satisfaction.

“Alright, that’s enough lies, little Sigyn,” Tom says, rolling those blue eyes.

“Explain this to me,” Robert starts, crossing his arms over his designer suit and tie, “What’s a Sigyn? Because you’re always calling her that.”

Tom immediately jumps on the question before you’re allowed to even figure out exactly what Robert’s asking.

“Sigyn, in Norse Mythology and the Marvel Comics was Loki’s wife; the goddess of fidelity. She was the only one that Loki truly trusted.”

“You know this?” Rob looks to you and you confirm it with a nod of your head, “Why you would ever let him call you Loki’s wife is completely beyond me. She must’ve been insane to marry a reindeer. Did they forget to mention that on Wikipedia?”

“Sigyn was very sane. She was the one who kept Loki balanced most of the time,” Tom defends, “I wish she’d been put into the movies. It would have been a real growth point for the character.”

That was something else that stuck in your mind about Tom. He was always so into his work. So eager to understand ever facet of the person he was portraying.

Rob raises his eyebrows, and stared pointedly at you, “Don’t let him call you his wife.”

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The crowd dies down, sensing Robert’s serious moment coming.

“This next song is dedicated to Sigyn,” he stares at you, smiling.

The sentiment has you floored. Robert was dedicating a song to the nickname you carried through filming? You risk a glance at Tom who is smiling softly, mouth closed, chin wrinkled. His eyes are twinkling, and you know that even from here.

“And,” Robert continues, elbowing Tom, “I think her husband, Loki, should dance with her for it.”

The song starts playing. Some of the guests moving into a position to begin dancing.

You notice that your jaw is hanging open, and quickly shut it, watching Tom skip down the few stairs to the dance floor. The people part like the Red Sea to get out of his way, until he’s right in front of you.

“What do you say Sigyn?” He smiles and holds out his hand. You take it gently, gliding onto the floor with him.

The sleeves on his button up shirt are rolled to his elbows, leaving his forearms bare. And that hair. Tame, but still wild.

He moves you into the position you’re supposed to be, like you’d never been dancing before. You know that you should have your right hand on his shoulder, the other clasped safely in his large, elegant hand.

You know that his left hand will be placed on your waist.

You know it. But you can’t think about it.

His grip tightens around your waist when the two of you start moving around the floor. The song is slow, full of swelling violins and soft lyrics. You’re not even listening to them. All you can concentrate on are the eyes that are boring into yours.

They’re so soft. So kind, and open. You feel a chill run through your body when he licks his lips.

“I heard that they wouldn’t let you in,” he whispers, grinning.

There’s this overwhelming feeling deep inside you, and it threatens to make a move. You didn’t think it would be so hard not to kiss someone.

“Jo?”

You snap out of your thought, “Huh?”

“Drifted off on me, love,” he chuckles.

“Oh,” you begin, embarrassed, “Sorry.”

He smiles softly, “Quite alright. As I was saying: I heard they wouldn’t let you in.”

“Yes,” you blush, “That was very mean.”

“Only a bit of fun,” he whispers, leaning down to your ear.

“Hey! None of that!” Robert booms over the microphone; in the middle of the song.

Both you and Tom turn and stick your tongues out at him at the same time.

“I mean it!” Rob says, pretending to be so serious.

To that, Tom bends down and kisses your cheek before spinning you out and then back in. The whirl of emotions make you feel more light headed than the spin.

You crash into Tom a little more forcefully than you’d anticipated, knocking some of the breath out of him.

“Sorry,” you giggle, trying to back up. Instead, he keeps his solid grip on you, pressed against his chest.

“I’m going to miss you,” he says, a frown overtaking his previous smirk.

The sentence finds a way to break your heart.

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You didn’t see him again after that night. You’d cleaned out the post it notes on the trailer wall, keeping them as mementos. Retrieved all of your items and left the studio for the final day. The pride that was there the day before was still present, yet tainted by the shear fact that it was over.

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You’d talk to him on the phone when he wasn’t busy, and text and tweet. But, truth be told, it just wasn’t the same not seeing his smile every day.

It’d be months before you saw him again.

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