A Wicked Twist (A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic)

The Prize

It's mid January 2015 and so far the year is going rather well. For one I've got my dress sorted for the wedding. Two, I have accommodation booked for the wedding thanks to Wanda and Tim. Three, I've not manged to drunk dial a certain Mr Hiddleston despite his number often burning a metaphorical hole in my phone.

The wedding is three and a half weeks away and I'm beginning to get a little bit nervous, but that is mixed in with a large dose of excitement. Sophie had called me at the start of the previous week to arrange to take me dress shopping. Whilst we were out I'd been worried that we'd not find what she was looking for. I must have tried on about a hundred grey dresses, all of which she'd turned her nose up at, and with every one my hopes at finding something faded. Eventually she'd thrown caution to the wind and decided that I needed one tailor made and she'd dragged me to one of her friend's boutiques. Well I've never felt so out of place as I did in that shop and I especially loved Grant, pronounced Gruaant, standing and staring at me from many different angles making 'hmmm' noises. I mean I am an in no way fat but I'm not a size six either, just a nice healthy size ten or twelve depending on the shop. Eventually Sophie was happy and I must admit I am too because what Grant initially had in mind made me very uncomfortable. So I will now be wearing a knee length silk grey gown with sash and bow somewhere between royal blue and navy. The shoulder straps are tapered and there is a ruffling at the bottom but I just hope that when I go to pick it up next week it fits. I had offered to pay for the dress, inside I was dying as I contemplated how many credit cards I could spread this across, but Sophie had been insistent that she and Ben would pay for it because, in her words and not mine, she was a "hormonal bridzilla". The only thing I have left to do is find shoes and accessories and I'm sure I can manage that when I have the whole of London to look through. Wanda had then called me only yesterday let me know that they had confirmed the booking of accommodation down in Mottistone for family, and she was classing me as family. I am to share a cottage with some of Ben's family, and despite never meeting them I certainly cannot look a gift horse in the mouth. I'd offered to give Wanda some money for it but she'd changed the subject and asked me how I was doing, questioning if I'd met a nice young man yet and began talking about plans for the wedding.

So my only real concern about the wedding is their first dance. They've still not told me what they want me to sing and I'm a little panicked that they might be taking my "oh as long as you tell me the day before" comment seriously. If they haven't told me by the end of next week I may need to start pushing. I have been thinking about texting Tom to see if he'll get on at Ben for me but I'm determined not to give into temptation.

The tube train I'm on pulls up at Victoria and I hop off joining the crowd as it makes its way to the surface. Sometimes I'll walk from my flat to the theatre but today was another cold miserable day so I'd decided to tube it instead. Making it out onto the street I throw my hood up to dash across the road toward the stage door. Sadly I misjudge it in my haste and I crash through the door falling down the five steps just on the other side before landing against the wall in the stage door lobby. Dan looks up from his magazine to see what the noise is but once he sees it's just me he goes back to reading, a grin on his face.

"Evening Dan. That top step is a little slippy" I give as explanation for my clumsiness. He just nods and shakes his head. Glad he was the only to see that. Regaining my composure I make my way through backstage and head to the Green Room for a cup of tea. Betty is our tea lady, I swear you can't make this stuff up, and she makes an amazing cuppa. As I enter she holds out my flask full of hot tea.

"You star. Thanks Betty" I say giving her a kiss on the cheek and taking the flask out of her hand.

"You're welcome Sam. I've got your favourite biscuits in for the interval" she says.