Two Weeks

Somewhat AU, but I thought you guys would like it.

Real quickly, this is during either Thor 2 filming or Avengers 2 filming.... not sure. Like I said- it's AU. I just found it in an old e-mail and thought you'd like it :D

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"Darling, could you come here for a moment?" His voice interrupts your sentence, speaking with Kelsie and Clorissa and you painstakingly turn to face him.

"What?" you ask, a little put-off that he'd jumped in the middle of your conversation. But you'd forgive him. You always do.

"My extensions are coming out-" his eyes, to someone who didn't know any better, look to be full of innocence. Like he's speaking the entire and utmost truth. You see something else, however.

"They look fine," you reply, wanting to continue talking.

"I'm really sorry, ladies," he addresses your friends, "But I'm afraid I'm going to have to steal her for a short minute."

"Tom," you huff, standing your ground, "Your hair is fine- I promise."

"I don't think so," he sing-songs, reaching up to the back of his head and pulling out one of the long black strands of hair, along with it's clip.

And he did it on purpose. Maybe Kelsie and Clorissa didn't notice, but that face. That. Face.

Those eyes, and the way that he's just staring at you. Dead in the eyes. He knows what he's doing.

"See?" He dangles the hair in your face, "Told you."

You don't know whether you're mad or just- ugh.

"Go," you command, waving your hand to the exit. You turn back around and roll your eyes to your friends, "I'll be back in a minute, girls."

He beats you to the trailer, already inside and you spot the piece of hair sitting on the vanity.

No Tom in sight.

As soon as the door shuts, you feel warm hands wrap around you, hot breath on your neck.

"Hello, love."

And suddenly, you're not angry anymore- but these hands....

"Tom," you sigh, trying to keep yourself from sinking into his frame, "We have work."

"I'm marrying you in two weeks," he whispers, and all chances of you recovering this morning are shot out the window, "I can't not do this. Right now."

You intake a sharp, yet shaky breath when he spins you around quickly. Loki is staring at you, but all you see is Tom. Just him. Just undeniably, no one else in the world but him.

In the back of your mind, you silently tell yourself that his make-up will need to be redone. At least around his mouth.

And that incessant piece of hair will have to be placed back in.

And they'll come looking for you and him. Banging on the door, asking where he is and why he isn't on set yet.

But, at the moment, you can't find in yourself to care. Not with his fingers roaming through your hair or how his lips guide you so easily. Like it's second-nature. Like you've done this your entire life. Except that you haven't.

Because this feeling is so new. So amazing and wonderful- and it can't be over. You've got two weeks.

Two. Agonizing. Weeks.

And then you'll have him.

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