"Ok Clary. Breath. In. Out. In. Out." I said to myself.
My heart was about to explode out of my chest, my stomach felt like it was going to fall out of my butt and I couldn't stop panting like a dog that just ran twenty miles. Like any sane twenty two year old girl I was absolutely obsessed with British heart throb Tom Hiddleston. Or maybe I wasn't sane? I mean, what "sane" girl spends every waking moment fantasizing about a 33 year old actor who lived on the other side of the world and had no idea you even existed and yet you pretend you have a chance with him, even if it's just a passing glance. Yeah, right. Sane. But somehow I found myself here, walking through the set of Thor: The Dark World in London. Well, let me back up. My name is Clary McKenzie; I'm a 22 year old college student majoring in dance. I can dance everything from ballet to contemporary to tango and salsa. Why am I in London? Well that's the next big question isn't it? Long story short, my dad walked out on my mom before I was born, never knew him, never care to. And my mom, well she was my best friend my whole life until a brain tumor took her away from me five years ago. So like most kids with no parents, I was packed up and shipped off to my God parents, or parent rather, not even a parent. She's my aunt. A costume manager slash designer who made it from small low budget theaters to big budget movies. She was offered a job in London way back when I still had pigtails and no front teeth and she lived there ever since. And now for the past five years, I've called London my home as well. Westminster to be exact. Now getting back to today, well my Aunt, Jessica is her name, but she goes by Jess, is taking me on set to help her with costumes and make up. Today is my trial run, if I do well, I was promised a job until I landed a spot in a dance company.
I don't know how I'm going to do well, I'm a nervous wreck! Thank God I dressed nice to hide it. I was wearing my nice pair of jeans, the ones with no holes in them, a floral printed sweetheart shirt and an off white cardigan that touched my upper thigh. My hair was done back in a half up pony tail while the rest of it fell in curls down to the small of my back. I wasn't much of a makeup person but I decided to put on a touch of eye liner and mascara. I was lost in thought as I walked wondering what horrors my Aunt had in mind for me. I was instructed via text to meet her by the trailers. With a few nice people pointing me in the right direction I found them within minutes, but no Aunt Jess. I frowned and took a few more steps further to look in between two trailers. Still no Aunt Jess. I let out a small sigh and shoved my hand into my jean pocket to retrieve my phone. But just as my fingers skimmed it someone cleared their throat behind me and I nearly had a heart attack, but when I turned around, I'm pretty sure I really did have on. There he was, Tom Hiddleston with his dyed black hair for Loki, his eyes that would make your panties drop and that smile that has destroyed ovaries everywhere. He looked so perfect and I looked so ridiculous standing here starring at him with my jaw on the ground.
"Are you looking for someone?" He asked his voice like warm honey.
"Umm. Ye-yes… I'm uhh, looking for my Aunt. Jessica I mean, she's the costume manager." I stumbled with my words like a hopeless fan girl.
"Ah yes Jess. You must be her niece." He reached out his hand for a handshake, my hand trembled as I reached it out to meet his. His hand was smooth but strong, I could see the veins that snaked from his knuckles up his arm and finally disappearing into his rolled up shirt sleeve. "Forgive me, Jess told me your name but I can't remember it." He said with a soft smile.
"Clary." I said my voice still shaky. "My names Clary." I tried to smile but it probably just looked like weird smirk.
"Clary." He repeated his eyes quickly scanning over me. "That a beautiful name" He grinned and kissed my knuckles.
Oh dear god, my poor heart. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks, I must look like a tomato right now. As if he could see my struggle he released my hand and began to turn on his heel. "She this way." He said walking in the opposite direction toward a trailer on the far side of the lot. Wordlessly I followed clasping my hands together. My thumb rubbed my knuckles where his lips had touched. The kiss was soft and sincere and probably the most action I'd ever get out of this man, but even with just that, I could die happy now knowing that Tom Hiddleston's lips have touched my body, even if it was just my hand.
We walked up to the last trailer and he held the door open for me, I stepped in relieved to find my Aunt Jess a huge grin on her face.
"I see you found an escort." She nearly snorted with laughter. I gave her a death glare and Tom smiled.
Aunt Jess clapped her hands together and grinned. "Well Clary, I told you I was going to give you an assignment and here it is, today you're going to help Tom in and out of his costume, help him with his hair and do his makeup throughout the shooting. K?" She said slightly too cheerfully. I sneered at her.
"K" I replied sarcastically. She glanced at Tom then back at me and winked before leaving me to my doom.
"Shall we get into costume?" Tom asked smiling from the other side of the room. I closed my eyes and cleared my head.
"Ok Clary you can do this." I said to myself. I turned around to Tom and smiled. "Yes. Lets."