A Wicked Twist (A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic)

A Moroccan Birthday

Happy New Year dear readers!

If you are still following Sam and Tom despite my LONG absence then thank you very much. As with a lot of things life gets in the way, but a New Year, no more excuses. I hope this puts you on for a while until I finish the next chapter. As always, votes and comments are greatly appreciated.

Hope 2019 brings you joy, love and lots of positivity. 

Pad x

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The next day I took full advantage of being able to do absolutely nothing. Tom had got up at stupid o'clock in order to go to work. I'm pretty sure we had a conversation, though about what I cannot fully remember, then as he left I'd just rolled over and gone back to sleep. At a more respectable hour I had finally emerged from the bedroom to bright sunlight streaming through the windows illuminating the villa in an almost ethereal way. I'd hunted around and found a fridge with some bottles of water in and there was a helpful fruit bowl on the sideboard between the double patio doors out onto the courtyard. Grabbing an apple I'd flung one set of doors open to be immediately hit by the heat and I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. I love the UK but not the unpredictability of the weather, although I apologise for how British I sound. After about an hour or so of just enjoying the sun I decided to explore the hotel, I mean I'm not an internationally known movie star. Who is going to bother me? Making sure I'd got my key for the villa, and sun glasses, I'd headed out turning left to follow the road round. It wound through trees and gardens of other villas and I followed until I spotted a large sand building to my left. I headed up a path towards it and found the hotel's Spa, which smelt amazing, and looked so relaxing. I wondered momentarily if I could blag some time in there before heading home, before leaving as it looked like three people were about to try and help me. Heading out the other side of the Spa I entered what looked like a very large courtyard as I could just make out other buildings on all sides in the distance over the top of more trees. In this area I found the hotel's two main pools, mainly because I followed the sound of kids having fun. At the end of the family pool there was a covered bar so I had stopped there to have a drink, charged to the villa of course, and sat just watching people enjoying their holidays.

"Are you stalking us?" a voice had interrupted me. Turns out the airport family were staying here too and the mum was on the table next to me. After giving my apologies and told her that I was most definitely not stalking them we'd got chatting. Her name was Laura; her husband was Sean and two boys Jason and Jordan. Jason it turns out is the Loki fan as he felt compelled to remind me of our encounter when he came up to speak to his mum. After about two hours, with more drinks added to the Villa's tab, I'd left Laura and attempted to fins my way back to the Villa. I'd ended up walking through reception, though I was sure there was a quicker route, and spotted Dahlil helping some new arrivals. I'd finally made it back to the Villa and picked up my book and headed out onto the terrace to soak up the final few rays of the day. When Tom got back that evening he's all smiles as they wrapped the Moroccan stint of filming which meant that for the next two days he could relax and, more importantly I think, spend them with me. We had celebrated with food and wine, a lot of wine, before curling up in bed and just chatting about our days. I told him about the family I was stalking and he found that really amusing and he told me about the scenes he'd re-shot. I'm still grateful I went into theatre, get one shot and it's over, well for that one night anyway. So my first day in Morocco was pretty perfect if I'm honest. I was just hoping the next few days would be the same.

Waking up the following morning a smile spreads across my face as I can feel myself wrapped in Tom's arms. Feeling rather content I snuggle down and further into his embrace.