Thunder On Set!
Title: Thunder On Set!
Fandom: Thor
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: RPS Chris/Tom
Genre: comedy, fluff
A/N: Written for this prompt over at norsekink. My first RPS fic and I'm addicted, completely in love with these two. It was far too much fun writing this. Comments and con-crit are welcome and awesome!
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The set just falls over. Nobody exactly knows how it happened, only that Chris and Tom were standing in that exact spot and the loud noise of it sends everyone running over on high alert.
Tom’s eyes are wide and he’s abandoned his script on the floor, kneeling down when the flat appears to be lying on top of Chris. A group of tech guys rush in and move it out of the way, followed by the on-call medical team, who crowd around Chris. Everyone watches the slow process of getting the Australian to open his eyes, and the even slower, more alarming process of getting him to his feet. He’s looking around at everyone, brow furrowed and a deep frown across his face, but his eyes settle on Tom and that slowly turns into his knee-melting grin.
“Brother! Why do you look so strangely?”
Everyone is silent for a long moment. Tom’s mouth is slightly open, forming a reply, but he’s too confused to voice it and pressed his lips together instead, turning to look at Ken. The director only shrugs and motions for the med team to come off of the set, so Chris and Tom are left there standing opposite one another. The latter glances down at his casual clothes, jeans, t-shirt and jacket, then back to Chris who’s fully adorned in the armour of Thor. He wonders if the younger actor has forgotten that the costume crew are adjusting Loki’s outfit.
“Erm, I think Loki’s armour should be fit to wear soon,” he replies, and leans over to pick up his script again. “Do you wish for us to continue, Ken?”
“Yeah, guys! Let’s run through the banishment scene again. Alright?”
People start moving around the set in preparation, camera angles are set, and Anthony Hopkins comes out of the crowd to take up his position. Chris had been watching everyone curiously and positively lights up at the sight of Tony. The moment Ken calls “Action,” he moves forward and catches everyone off-guard.
“Father, when did we arrive on Midgar? And what sort of place is this? Why, it’s fashioned to look like Asgard!”
“Keep cameras rolling!” Ken calls, but leans forward from off-set. “Chris, we got the dialogue down on the last take. I asked a minute ago if you had any suggestions. We need to get this shot in.”
Chris does not turn around, but remains looking up to Anthony, appearing cheerful and altogether cocky. And Anthony, a small spark of humour behind his eyes, places a hand on Chris’s shoulder, running an entirely different scene.
“It’s merely one of several places that these humans use to entertain themselves, my son.”
“But how do they know of our realm?”
“Humans are greatly surprising beings, Thor.”
Chris laughed, and turned to look around the set. “They are indeed.” He smiled fondly for a moment before appearing to be struck by some thought, and looked once again to Anthony in confusion. “But the Bifrost was destroyed. How are we, and how is my dear brother Loki, here on Midgar?”
Anthony cast a rueful look to Tom, who until then had merely been watching with his arms folded, seeing what would play out. He returned the look appropriately with one that Loki would sport. Chris was looking back and forth between the two actors with concern and wariness upon his face.
“Loki Laufeyson,” Anthony stressed, “fell through a rift here. He left a trace of his magic back on Asgard that pulled you and I through with him.”
“Then he can return us with the same magic!” Chris demanded, striding over to Tom and taking hold of him by both shoulders. “Loki, allow me to find Jane and then return home with us, brother.”
“She will not be easy to get to,” Tom seethed. “I brought three of us here. There is no say in how many of us I can return, if any.”
“I will find her, and you will try,” Chris stated, placing a hand on Tom’s cheek, a move that made the Englishman’s eyes widen and his body tense just slightly. The contact was gone, though, in hardly a second when Chris pulled away and gave a laugh that was full of joy. “There is Jane!”
Tom glanced over his shoulder, seeing Natalie slipping around one of the props tables to get to the rider and pick herself out a handful of grapes and a coffee. He could only watch, along with everyone else, as Chris strode over to her confidently and swung her up in an embrace that she was completely not expecting.
“Oh! Chris!” She gave a laugh, but Ken was calling, “Cut!” and shouting at Chris now.
“Chris, enough! That was funny,” he admitted, and walked over. “It can go on the DVD maybe, but what’s important right now is us finishing this shot.”
Chris looked at him in curiosity, but did not look pleased. He held on to Natalie, keeping her lifted off the ground, and she looked completely confused and helpless there.
Ken sighed and held out the main Mjolnir hammer to him. “Take five minutes, go over the dialogue again with Tom, and let’s get this done.”
Chris stared at him, and then Natalie tapped him on the shoulder. “Chris, could you let me down, please?”
The Australian looked between the two of them, frown forming deeper, and he slowly set Natalie down at the same time that he took Mjolnir from Ken. “You,” he said, as Ken started to walk away. The director stopped and turned back to him. “You have cast some sorcery! You can lift Mjolnir and are causing Jane not to recognize me,” he accused.
Ken scowled at him. “Chris, we don’t have time for this. Do as I said.”
He strode away, and Chris made to follow after him, but Tom intervened, coming over and discreetly motioning for Chris to follow him. The blonde did so reluctantly and found himself taken off set to a practice room. Tom showed him in, then promptly shut the door behind him and crossed his arms.
“What was that?” He asked.
“I know less than you do, Loki. How did that man-“
“No, Chris, what,” Tom cut him off and stepped forward, placing his hand on Chris’s cheek as Chris had done to him before, “was the meaning of you putting your hand here?”
“There was no reason that I should not have,” Chris said, tilting his head.
“There is every reason!” Tom said, looking worried, looking a little frightened, and a little mad. “We agree to play these characters honestly, without our affections coming into the performance, Chris.”
“Why is everyone calling me this?”
Tom sighed, and took his hand away, but in the moment he did so, he noticed something and took Chris’s head in both hands, looking him directly in the eye. “Your pupils are different sizes. Chris, that flat struck your head, didn’t it?”
“It must have,” Chris agreed uncertainly.
“Oh, damn. Sit, here.” Tom pulled a chair over, then brought his phone out of his pocket. He spoke into it quickly after dialing. “Kenneth, I think Chris has a form of concussion. Please send medical into the first practice room.”
“Loki,” Chris called to him, but Tom signalled for him to stay quiet for a moment.
“Yes, his pupils are dialating strangely. I think he’s disoriented and truly thinks that he’s Thor.”
“Loki, I am suddenly very tired.”
“Fuck, Ken, get medical over here,” Tom instructed, then hung up and knelt down to Chris. “Listen, you can’t go to sleep. Stay awake for me, please.”
“But-“
“Please. I’ll keep you awake.” At that, Tom glanced around for something. He grabbed the top issue of the stack of comics on the table. “We’ll read another adventure of Thor and Loki’s.”
Chris blinked, but nodded, and Tom stayed knelt there reading aloud until a group of the med team filed in and checked Chris over. What remained of the schedule was called off and Chris was returned to the hotel for the rest of the day. It was later in the evening when Chris came down to the VIP area of the hotel’s restaurant, where everyone had met for dinner. With a grin, he sheepishly explained that he was definitely not the God of Thunder. Everyone had a good laugh about it.
Later in the evening Tom felt his phone go off and found a text from Chris there. He looked up at the Australian sitting a little further down the table, who caught his eye briefly with a smile. The text was short.
Can’t believe myself. I’m sorry.
Tom sent him one back.
It’s perfectly alright, as long as you call me Loki tonight.
Fandom: Thor
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: RPS Chris/Tom
Genre: comedy, fluff
A/N: Written for this prompt over at norsekink. My first RPS fic and I'm addicted, completely in love with these two. It was far too much fun writing this. Comments and con-crit are welcome and awesome!
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The set just falls over. Nobody exactly knows how it happened, only that Chris and Tom were standing in that exact spot and the loud noise of it sends everyone running over on high alert.
Tom’s eyes are wide and he’s abandoned his script on the floor, kneeling down when the flat appears to be lying on top of Chris. A group of tech guys rush in and move it out of the way, followed by the on-call medical team, who crowd around Chris. Everyone watches the slow process of getting the Australian to open his eyes, and the even slower, more alarming process of getting him to his feet. He’s looking around at everyone, brow furrowed and a deep frown across his face, but his eyes settle on Tom and that slowly turns into his knee-melting grin.
“Brother! Why do you look so strangely?”
Everyone is silent for a long moment. Tom’s mouth is slightly open, forming a reply, but he’s too confused to voice it and pressed his lips together instead, turning to look at Ken. The director only shrugs and motions for the med team to come off of the set, so Chris and Tom are left there standing opposite one another. The latter glances down at his casual clothes, jeans, t-shirt and jacket, then back to Chris who’s fully adorned in the armour of Thor. He wonders if the younger actor has forgotten that the costume crew are adjusting Loki’s outfit.
“Erm, I think Loki’s armour should be fit to wear soon,” he replies, and leans over to pick up his script again. “Do you wish for us to continue, Ken?”
“Yeah, guys! Let’s run through the banishment scene again. Alright?”
People start moving around the set in preparation, camera angles are set, and Anthony Hopkins comes out of the crowd to take up his position. Chris had been watching everyone curiously and positively lights up at the sight of Tony. The moment Ken calls “Action,” he moves forward and catches everyone off-guard.
“Father, when did we arrive on Midgar? And what sort of place is this? Why, it’s fashioned to look like Asgard!”
“Keep cameras rolling!” Ken calls, but leans forward from off-set. “Chris, we got the dialogue down on the last take. I asked a minute ago if you had any suggestions. We need to get this shot in.”
Chris does not turn around, but remains looking up to Anthony, appearing cheerful and altogether cocky. And Anthony, a small spark of humour behind his eyes, places a hand on Chris’s shoulder, running an entirely different scene.
“It’s merely one of several places that these humans use to entertain themselves, my son.”
“But how do they know of our realm?”
“Humans are greatly surprising beings, Thor.”
Chris laughed, and turned to look around the set. “They are indeed.” He smiled fondly for a moment before appearing to be struck by some thought, and looked once again to Anthony in confusion. “But the Bifrost was destroyed. How are we, and how is my dear brother Loki, here on Midgar?”
Anthony cast a rueful look to Tom, who until then had merely been watching with his arms folded, seeing what would play out. He returned the look appropriately with one that Loki would sport. Chris was looking back and forth between the two actors with concern and wariness upon his face.
“Loki Laufeyson,” Anthony stressed, “fell through a rift here. He left a trace of his magic back on Asgard that pulled you and I through with him.”
“Then he can return us with the same magic!” Chris demanded, striding over to Tom and taking hold of him by both shoulders. “Loki, allow me to find Jane and then return home with us, brother.”
“She will not be easy to get to,” Tom seethed. “I brought three of us here. There is no say in how many of us I can return, if any.”
“I will find her, and you will try,” Chris stated, placing a hand on Tom’s cheek, a move that made the Englishman’s eyes widen and his body tense just slightly. The contact was gone, though, in hardly a second when Chris pulled away and gave a laugh that was full of joy. “There is Jane!”
Tom glanced over his shoulder, seeing Natalie slipping around one of the props tables to get to the rider and pick herself out a handful of grapes and a coffee. He could only watch, along with everyone else, as Chris strode over to her confidently and swung her up in an embrace that she was completely not expecting.
“Oh! Chris!” She gave a laugh, but Ken was calling, “Cut!” and shouting at Chris now.
“Chris, enough! That was funny,” he admitted, and walked over. “It can go on the DVD maybe, but what’s important right now is us finishing this shot.”
Chris looked at him in curiosity, but did not look pleased. He held on to Natalie, keeping her lifted off the ground, and she looked completely confused and helpless there.
Ken sighed and held out the main Mjolnir hammer to him. “Take five minutes, go over the dialogue again with Tom, and let’s get this done.”
Chris stared at him, and then Natalie tapped him on the shoulder. “Chris, could you let me down, please?”
The Australian looked between the two of them, frown forming deeper, and he slowly set Natalie down at the same time that he took Mjolnir from Ken. “You,” he said, as Ken started to walk away. The director stopped and turned back to him. “You have cast some sorcery! You can lift Mjolnir and are causing Jane not to recognize me,” he accused.
Ken scowled at him. “Chris, we don’t have time for this. Do as I said.”
He strode away, and Chris made to follow after him, but Tom intervened, coming over and discreetly motioning for Chris to follow him. The blonde did so reluctantly and found himself taken off set to a practice room. Tom showed him in, then promptly shut the door behind him and crossed his arms.
“What was that?” He asked.
“I know less than you do, Loki. How did that man-“
“No, Chris, what,” Tom cut him off and stepped forward, placing his hand on Chris’s cheek as Chris had done to him before, “was the meaning of you putting your hand here?”
“There was no reason that I should not have,” Chris said, tilting his head.
“There is every reason!” Tom said, looking worried, looking a little frightened, and a little mad. “We agree to play these characters honestly, without our affections coming into the performance, Chris.”
“Why is everyone calling me this?”
Tom sighed, and took his hand away, but in the moment he did so, he noticed something and took Chris’s head in both hands, looking him directly in the eye. “Your pupils are different sizes. Chris, that flat struck your head, didn’t it?”
“It must have,” Chris agreed uncertainly.
“Oh, damn. Sit, here.” Tom pulled a chair over, then brought his phone out of his pocket. He spoke into it quickly after dialing. “Kenneth, I think Chris has a form of concussion. Please send medical into the first practice room.”
“Loki,” Chris called to him, but Tom signalled for him to stay quiet for a moment.
“Yes, his pupils are dialating strangely. I think he’s disoriented and truly thinks that he’s Thor.”
“Loki, I am suddenly very tired.”
“Fuck, Ken, get medical over here,” Tom instructed, then hung up and knelt down to Chris. “Listen, you can’t go to sleep. Stay awake for me, please.”
“But-“
“Please. I’ll keep you awake.” At that, Tom glanced around for something. He grabbed the top issue of the stack of comics on the table. “We’ll read another adventure of Thor and Loki’s.”
Chris blinked, but nodded, and Tom stayed knelt there reading aloud until a group of the med team filed in and checked Chris over. What remained of the schedule was called off and Chris was returned to the hotel for the rest of the day. It was later in the evening when Chris came down to the VIP area of the hotel’s restaurant, where everyone had met for dinner. With a grin, he sheepishly explained that he was definitely not the God of Thunder. Everyone had a good laugh about it.
Later in the evening Tom felt his phone go off and found a text from Chris there. He looked up at the Australian sitting a little further down the table, who caught his eye briefly with a smile. The text was short.
Can’t believe myself. I’m sorry.
Tom sent him one back.
It’s perfectly alright, as long as you call me Loki tonight.