Neighbors- Tom Hiddleston and Loki
Tom stopped outside of apartment 35, carrying a basket of dirt laundry. He needed someone to show him how to use the new machines, since he was the new person in the complex. So far, no one had wanted to help him. They all said they were too busy to be bothered. Except one lady said to stay away from apartment 35 and the resident of apartment 35. The whole complex knew he was dangerous, everyone except Tom.
He turned to the door and softly knocked, then he stepped back from the door and waited. A crash came from inside, then the pounding of footsteps. Tom heard the multiple locks click from locked to unlock. He counted the clicks, one... two... three... four... a bright light illuminated the cracks of the door, five... six... seven... eight... the light faded, and the clicks became less frantic, nine... ten... eleven... twelve... the door flung open.
"Yes?" The man panted, angry from Tom's interference with his busy night.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I was hoping you could help me," Tom said, motioning to the laundry basket.
"How about this, if I help you, then you will leave me alone?" The man asked Tom. Tom thought about it for a moment, taking in the resident of apartment 35, who was dressed in a black suit with long black hair greased black.
"Deal," Tom held out his hand to offer a handshake, and the man took it. "I'm Tom by the way, Tom Hiddleston," Tom said to the man, who had stepped out of his apartment and was now locking the door.
"Loki," The man said nonchalantly.
"I'm sorry?" Tom said, confused. The man sighed as they started down the hallway to the washing machines.
"My name is Loki," the man said again. Tom processed the information, he'd heard that mane somewhere.
'Loki," Loki's head snapped towards Tom, "As in the Norse mythology god, Loki? Thor's brother?" Loki sighed.
"Yes, as in the Norse god Loki. It's a long story," Loki responded flatly.
"And you're a… lawyer? If you don't mind me asking," Tom asked. Loki stopped walking and looked down at the suit he was wearing.
"Let's go with that," Loki responded, as he started down the hall again. "What do you do?" Loki asked.
"I'm an actor," Tom said. Loki looked at Tom from the side, scrutinizing his features for any recognition from a movie Loki might have seen.
"You were in High Rise, right?" Loki asked. Tom turned towards Loki and smiled.
"Yep, that's one of them," Tom said. They stomped sown the stairs to the basement where the laundry machines were. Tom set the basket of laundry down on top of the washer and kneeled to look at the rigging.
"Of course, this thing needs quarters, doesn't it," Tom said to Loki. Tom turned around to look at Loki, who was nodding his head. "And that's something I don't have with me," Tom said, standing up and patting his pockets. Tom sighed and let his hands drop to his sides.
"I'm gonna go back to my apartment and grab a few," Tom said, getting ready to leave the basement. "Actually, do you have any quarters?" Loki shook his head no and turned his pockets inside-out. Tom stood up and sighed.
"I'll be back," Tom said, walking out of the basement/laundry-mat. Loki squatted down to look at the machines, he stood again and shook the machine around, making the basket on top shake with the machine. Loki looked over his shoulder, making sure no one was there. He reached into his pocket and a bright flash illuminated the basement.
"Loki?" Tom stomped down the stairs, looking for the resident of apartment 35. When he rounded the corner, he saw no one there. Instead there was a pile of quarters and a note inside his empty basket, positioned on top of the humming washer. Tom neared the note and picked it up, reading the graceful handwriting.
Tom,
Your laundry is in the washer, I left some more quarters for the dry-cycle.
Feel free to come by apartment 35 anytime, I would love to have tea with you.
Loki