Make it to the Outtakes
Title: Make it to the Outtakes
Fandom: Thor
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: RPS Chris/Tom
Genre: comedy, fluff
A/N: This is a fill for this prompt over at norsekink. Another RPS that I couldn't stay away from. I'm tremendously pleased with how this turned out. Enjoy it!! Comments and con-crit and encouraged and awesome!!
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Nobody notices at first. They were discreet about it, and they talked about it at length after waking up together the first time. That had been a long morning full of words and making out.
And despite knowing everything they had said and promised, Tom has also had a few drinks, and apparently so has Chris. How he had explained to Chris that he’d never done something like this before with painful awkwardness, and how they discussed their careers and that neither one of them wanted to ruin the other’s, and how Chris had pinned him down and made sure he knew that even if the press did find out about them he would still want Tom, even though he’s still married - all of that is at the back of Tom’s mind as he walks, fully composed, though inwardly a little giddy, across the set to Chris’s side.
Kenneth barely glances at him and keeps explaining something to Chris, but the latter has caught Tom’s gaze and is holding it, grinning fully at just the sight of him. And hell if that smile doesn’t send a warm shiver down Tom’s spine.
Chris looks mildly curious when Tom just leans shoulder-to-shoulder with him, tuning in to Ken. Ken who still doesn’t really acknowledge him until he does something that looks complicated with the main Mjolnir prop, then makes to hand it off to Chris. His gaze lands on them, where they’re touching, and Tom imagines that he can see what Ken is thinking in his eyes. But nothing is said. Yet.
When he wanders away to get the rest of the crew ready to run through the compound scene with Loki, Thor, and Coulson, Chris’s head tilts close enough for Tom to feel his warmth on his cheek, and he quietly tells him, “It’s strange seeing you in those clothes and not Loki’s.”
Tom holds in a laugh, but his mouth twitches up in a smile as he looks down at the outfit. “Don’t tell me you prefer me in that helmet.”
“Hm, maybe we can-“
“Guys, we’re relocating to do the scene where Thor goes through the compound to get to Mjolnir. I just got a call that the weather conditions are perfect for it.” Ken isn’t so much walking over to them than walking past them, with Natalie, Clark, and Jeremy trailing behind him. He pauses momentarily and pats Tom on the shoulder. “Sorry we called you in and changed the plan.”
Tom shrugs and hides his alcohol-induced pout. “I would have only been at the hotel.”
Ken starts to continue toward the garage, but Chris calls after him, “Why not have Tom come along?”
Both the director and the Englishman look up at him, and both with drastically differing expressions. Ken seems suspicious. Tom is privately delighted at the idea, but manages to look only mildly eager. He and Chris won’t have many more scenes together now that the portion of the filming set in Asgard is complete, so he wants to have as much time with the Australian as possible outside of sneaking into one another’s hotel rooms.
Natalie, who can’t have pieced them out, but who’s been particularly nonplussed any time Ken has brought up the prospect of the fangirls the film will draw in, wanders back to them. She takes in how Tom is pressing himself against Chris’s side and a small flush finds its way across her cheeks when she addresses Ken. “I think it’s a great idea. We were going to go for drinks after at that little bar on the way back.”
“You just want to push me off my chair again,” Tom accuses her, friendly, reminding them all of the first time they’d gone for drinks together. Chris gives him a little nudge, showing that it reminds him of a lot more than that.
They wait until Ken nods. Tom knows it’s only because they’re good friends that Ken is allowing it. If anyone would have been observant enough to know about he and Chris, it would be Ken, though Tom hopes he’s not completely convinced.
Even as he grins and hurries to get out of his costume and wipe off his make-up.
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He expected to at least have to take his own rental, but Chris is waiting for him when he comes back to the set for his coat. Tom wants to frown at him, tell him that this is far too obvious, but he’s a little too happy about it to make that smile of his secret boyfriend’s go away.
So they ride over together in one of the SUVs with a few extras, but they’re the only two in the back seat and Tom doesn’t even think about how he’s definitely reverted to a fifteen-year-old when he drapes his coat in the seat between them and reaches under it where Chris’s hand is waiting for him.
They’re reluctant to pull away when they park, but a shared look is all they really need to take with them out of the car, so when Chris climbs out, Tom lingers with the excuse that he forgot his coat. He makes his way off to the side, guided by a PA with a large umbrella. He can’t tell the colour of it due to the darkness already falling around them, the lighting equipment only just being set up.
The alcohol is burning off a little. Now the buzz is at its least and Tom isn’t as sure of himself, standing off to the side like a specially-invited girlfriend.
He hasn’t gotten to see a scene between Chris and Natalie yet, particularly because Natalie is rarely on set on the days that he is. He’s curious to see the kind of chemistry the two have when the cameras are rolling. And he’s definitely not one bit concerned about it. And Loki’s penchant for lying really isn’t rubbing off on him.
The first few takes aren’t extravagant, but Tom notices how Chris and Natalie are close together, talking, crouched in the grass as they wait for the next cue. At first Chris looks amused, but something else completely takes over his expressions when Natalie says something laughingly.
Tom’s stomach drops.
Natalie seems to be explaining herself, and Tom sees even from his slight distance away how Chris is somewhat tense. But then the actress presses her hands together like she’s sending up a prayer, or begging, and Chris starts laughing loudly. The tension melts away from him, but Tom feels like it builds up on his own shoulders instead.
Ken calls the cue and the cameras start rolling, but Tom barely cares. He gradually makes his way around the set to the closest area he can be without being in the shot. He waits for the right line, and then the sound cue, and makes his move.
Chris, thankfully, freezes in his fear rather than whirling around. Tom desperately wants to avoid being hit in the nose again. But Natalie lets out a small scream, her eyes remarkably wide. Both of them turn their heads to Tom, who’s clinging to Chris from behind, arms around his neck and shoulders.
Ken doesn’t get to yell for them to stop before he starts improving. “Brother, we must leave.”
Quickly, Chris responds, but Tom can see that the confusion in his eyes is real. “Loki? How did you come to be here? Did father send you?”
Slowly, only after he’s given a small squeeze, Tom slides from Chris’s back and settles on the muddy ground between him and Natalie. He barely saves her a glance, as Loki would, but it’s enough for him to see that she’s containing a fit of laughter.
“He banished you, Thor. I came to retrieve you.”
Chris meets his eyes. There’s a question there beyond the one that he asks verbally. “Why?”
Tom gives a nod that he knows is imperceptible to the camera. Yes, this is ok. “I couldn’t bear it.”
A loud and very real crackle of thunder is what brings the rest of the crew back to their senses, everyone having stopped to watch what was playing out. Ken yells for the cameras to stop. Someone rushes out with rain jackets for the three actors, who each slide into them, shivering a little. Tom and Chris, not from the rain.
Ken doesn’t even bother to ask what Tom had just done. He just wants his shot, and so does everyone else, so they can get out of here and get a little drunk.
Natalie, however, turns upon Tom with a light in her gorgeous eyes. “You are a mind-reader.”
Tom furrows his brow slightly, blinking as droplets fall from his curling hair. “How is that?”
“I was just talking with Chris about, well, how when I was going through the comics I couldn’t help noticing a distinct tension between Thor and Loki,” she started. “And I was wondering aloud if you and he might play on that a little.”
Tom knew what she was talking about, but he needed to pretend that he didn’t. “What sort of tension is there, aside from the obvious?” He asks. He can tell that Chris, next to him, is trying not to laugh.
“Um, well,” Natalie’s cheeks experience her blush even in the dark and Tom restrains a sigh. “That slashy fan-girl type.”
And Chris can’t help himself anymore. He bursts into laughter, which is contagious. When the three of them settle down, Ken is walking over to haul Tom off the set. He gives a brilliant smile and dashes away before he can be fired.
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Just a few days later, as Tom is opening Chris’s hotel room door to show the room service inside, he overhears Natalie’s voice down the hallway. His first reaction is to quickly shut the door again to avoid being seen, especially in just a pair of shorts, but upon hearing his own name, he pauses and leaves it open a crack.
“Come on, Ken. I think it could bring in more revenue for the film if Loki and Thor interacted a bit differently than what’s in the script.”
“We’ll see, Natalie.”
“And can that scene we got the other night with Tom go on the DVD somewhere?”
Tom almost can’t control himself enough to wait until the room service employee has left before he breaks into laughter, leaning against the closed door. Chris is watching him curiously across the room.
“What’s so funny?” He asks, but it comes out rather difficult to understand due to the state of his stuffy nose and the cold that had come over him from the outdoor filming. Tom crosses the room to pass him the soup that had been delivered, and sits next to him on the bed.
“I think we may be having more scenes together after all.”
Chris grins mischievously, which is really Tom’s job, but it looks too sexy on the blonde for him to say so. “Good, because I want you back in those lawyer clothes of Loki’s.”
“Do I get you in that tight t-shirt?”
Chris kisses him, but has to pull back because he’s unable to breathe through his nose. “You get me however you want me.”
Tom hums, and makes a note to have a few beers on set more often.
Fandom: Thor
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: RPS Chris/Tom
Genre: comedy, fluff
A/N: This is a fill for this prompt over at norsekink. Another RPS that I couldn't stay away from. I'm tremendously pleased with how this turned out. Enjoy it!! Comments and con-crit and encouraged and awesome!!
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Nobody notices at first. They were discreet about it, and they talked about it at length after waking up together the first time. That had been a long morning full of words and making out.
And despite knowing everything they had said and promised, Tom has also had a few drinks, and apparently so has Chris. How he had explained to Chris that he’d never done something like this before with painful awkwardness, and how they discussed their careers and that neither one of them wanted to ruin the other’s, and how Chris had pinned him down and made sure he knew that even if the press did find out about them he would still want Tom, even though he’s still married - all of that is at the back of Tom’s mind as he walks, fully composed, though inwardly a little giddy, across the set to Chris’s side.
Kenneth barely glances at him and keeps explaining something to Chris, but the latter has caught Tom’s gaze and is holding it, grinning fully at just the sight of him. And hell if that smile doesn’t send a warm shiver down Tom’s spine.
Chris looks mildly curious when Tom just leans shoulder-to-shoulder with him, tuning in to Ken. Ken who still doesn’t really acknowledge him until he does something that looks complicated with the main Mjolnir prop, then makes to hand it off to Chris. His gaze lands on them, where they’re touching, and Tom imagines that he can see what Ken is thinking in his eyes. But nothing is said. Yet.
When he wanders away to get the rest of the crew ready to run through the compound scene with Loki, Thor, and Coulson, Chris’s head tilts close enough for Tom to feel his warmth on his cheek, and he quietly tells him, “It’s strange seeing you in those clothes and not Loki’s.”
Tom holds in a laugh, but his mouth twitches up in a smile as he looks down at the outfit. “Don’t tell me you prefer me in that helmet.”
“Hm, maybe we can-“
“Guys, we’re relocating to do the scene where Thor goes through the compound to get to Mjolnir. I just got a call that the weather conditions are perfect for it.” Ken isn’t so much walking over to them than walking past them, with Natalie, Clark, and Jeremy trailing behind him. He pauses momentarily and pats Tom on the shoulder. “Sorry we called you in and changed the plan.”
Tom shrugs and hides his alcohol-induced pout. “I would have only been at the hotel.”
Ken starts to continue toward the garage, but Chris calls after him, “Why not have Tom come along?”
Both the director and the Englishman look up at him, and both with drastically differing expressions. Ken seems suspicious. Tom is privately delighted at the idea, but manages to look only mildly eager. He and Chris won’t have many more scenes together now that the portion of the filming set in Asgard is complete, so he wants to have as much time with the Australian as possible outside of sneaking into one another’s hotel rooms.
Natalie, who can’t have pieced them out, but who’s been particularly nonplussed any time Ken has brought up the prospect of the fangirls the film will draw in, wanders back to them. She takes in how Tom is pressing himself against Chris’s side and a small flush finds its way across her cheeks when she addresses Ken. “I think it’s a great idea. We were going to go for drinks after at that little bar on the way back.”
“You just want to push me off my chair again,” Tom accuses her, friendly, reminding them all of the first time they’d gone for drinks together. Chris gives him a little nudge, showing that it reminds him of a lot more than that.
They wait until Ken nods. Tom knows it’s only because they’re good friends that Ken is allowing it. If anyone would have been observant enough to know about he and Chris, it would be Ken, though Tom hopes he’s not completely convinced.
Even as he grins and hurries to get out of his costume and wipe off his make-up.
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He expected to at least have to take his own rental, but Chris is waiting for him when he comes back to the set for his coat. Tom wants to frown at him, tell him that this is far too obvious, but he’s a little too happy about it to make that smile of his secret boyfriend’s go away.
So they ride over together in one of the SUVs with a few extras, but they’re the only two in the back seat and Tom doesn’t even think about how he’s definitely reverted to a fifteen-year-old when he drapes his coat in the seat between them and reaches under it where Chris’s hand is waiting for him.
They’re reluctant to pull away when they park, but a shared look is all they really need to take with them out of the car, so when Chris climbs out, Tom lingers with the excuse that he forgot his coat. He makes his way off to the side, guided by a PA with a large umbrella. He can’t tell the colour of it due to the darkness already falling around them, the lighting equipment only just being set up.
The alcohol is burning off a little. Now the buzz is at its least and Tom isn’t as sure of himself, standing off to the side like a specially-invited girlfriend.
He hasn’t gotten to see a scene between Chris and Natalie yet, particularly because Natalie is rarely on set on the days that he is. He’s curious to see the kind of chemistry the two have when the cameras are rolling. And he’s definitely not one bit concerned about it. And Loki’s penchant for lying really isn’t rubbing off on him.
The first few takes aren’t extravagant, but Tom notices how Chris and Natalie are close together, talking, crouched in the grass as they wait for the next cue. At first Chris looks amused, but something else completely takes over his expressions when Natalie says something laughingly.
Tom’s stomach drops.
Natalie seems to be explaining herself, and Tom sees even from his slight distance away how Chris is somewhat tense. But then the actress presses her hands together like she’s sending up a prayer, or begging, and Chris starts laughing loudly. The tension melts away from him, but Tom feels like it builds up on his own shoulders instead.
Ken calls the cue and the cameras start rolling, but Tom barely cares. He gradually makes his way around the set to the closest area he can be without being in the shot. He waits for the right line, and then the sound cue, and makes his move.
Chris, thankfully, freezes in his fear rather than whirling around. Tom desperately wants to avoid being hit in the nose again. But Natalie lets out a small scream, her eyes remarkably wide. Both of them turn their heads to Tom, who’s clinging to Chris from behind, arms around his neck and shoulders.
Ken doesn’t get to yell for them to stop before he starts improving. “Brother, we must leave.”
Quickly, Chris responds, but Tom can see that the confusion in his eyes is real. “Loki? How did you come to be here? Did father send you?”
Slowly, only after he’s given a small squeeze, Tom slides from Chris’s back and settles on the muddy ground between him and Natalie. He barely saves her a glance, as Loki would, but it’s enough for him to see that she’s containing a fit of laughter.
“He banished you, Thor. I came to retrieve you.”
Chris meets his eyes. There’s a question there beyond the one that he asks verbally. “Why?”
Tom gives a nod that he knows is imperceptible to the camera. Yes, this is ok. “I couldn’t bear it.”
A loud and very real crackle of thunder is what brings the rest of the crew back to their senses, everyone having stopped to watch what was playing out. Ken yells for the cameras to stop. Someone rushes out with rain jackets for the three actors, who each slide into them, shivering a little. Tom and Chris, not from the rain.
Ken doesn’t even bother to ask what Tom had just done. He just wants his shot, and so does everyone else, so they can get out of here and get a little drunk.
Natalie, however, turns upon Tom with a light in her gorgeous eyes. “You are a mind-reader.”
Tom furrows his brow slightly, blinking as droplets fall from his curling hair. “How is that?”
“I was just talking with Chris about, well, how when I was going through the comics I couldn’t help noticing a distinct tension between Thor and Loki,” she started. “And I was wondering aloud if you and he might play on that a little.”
Tom knew what she was talking about, but he needed to pretend that he didn’t. “What sort of tension is there, aside from the obvious?” He asks. He can tell that Chris, next to him, is trying not to laugh.
“Um, well,” Natalie’s cheeks experience her blush even in the dark and Tom restrains a sigh. “That slashy fan-girl type.”
And Chris can’t help himself anymore. He bursts into laughter, which is contagious. When the three of them settle down, Ken is walking over to haul Tom off the set. He gives a brilliant smile and dashes away before he can be fired.
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Just a few days later, as Tom is opening Chris’s hotel room door to show the room service inside, he overhears Natalie’s voice down the hallway. His first reaction is to quickly shut the door again to avoid being seen, especially in just a pair of shorts, but upon hearing his own name, he pauses and leaves it open a crack.
“Come on, Ken. I think it could bring in more revenue for the film if Loki and Thor interacted a bit differently than what’s in the script.”
“We’ll see, Natalie.”
“And can that scene we got the other night with Tom go on the DVD somewhere?”
Tom almost can’t control himself enough to wait until the room service employee has left before he breaks into laughter, leaning against the closed door. Chris is watching him curiously across the room.
“What’s so funny?” He asks, but it comes out rather difficult to understand due to the state of his stuffy nose and the cold that had come over him from the outdoor filming. Tom crosses the room to pass him the soup that had been delivered, and sits next to him on the bed.
“I think we may be having more scenes together after all.”
Chris grins mischievously, which is really Tom’s job, but it looks too sexy on the blonde for him to say so. “Good, because I want you back in those lawyer clothes of Loki’s.”
“Do I get you in that tight t-shirt?”
Chris kisses him, but has to pull back because he’s unable to breathe through his nose. “You get me however you want me.”
Tom hums, and makes a note to have a few beers on set more often.