(Chapter four)
The sun shone brightly inside your bedroom the next morning. Your not sure what had happened last night after talking with Tom and trying to take his clothes off.
You sit upright in bed, remembering that he had to be at set today. Please, please be here, you plead to yourself, jumping up from the bed and dressing quickly. You bolt down the stairs, and skid into the kitchen, your eyes lighting up as you see Tom standing casually in the kitchen with a cup if coffee in his hands.
"Good morning to you too." He laughs, as you gawk at him.
"I thought you'd left already." You explain, walking up to him.
"No, I've got to soon though." He checks the time, and sets his cup down.
"Don't go." You mutter, wrapping your arms around his waist.
"I promise I'll return here when I'm done being Loki. Or would you like to come with me and see me in action?" He teased, pushing a lock of hair back from your face.
"Yes!" You nearly scream. "I would love to come watch you!"
Tom smiles, and pulls you in for a kiss. You kiss him back hungrily, but he sees the need inside the kiss and pulls back.
"Sorry." You smile lightly, and he returns it.
"It's fine. You ready to go?" He says, taking up his keys.
"Hang on." You remember something, and run up to get it. You rummage through your closet until you spot it sitting on the shelf: a replica of Loki's helmet. You grab it by the horns and put it on, running back down to Tom.
"Alright, I'm ready." You proclaim, and Tom just laughs, grabbing your hand and exiting the house.