Surreal (A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic)

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The day of the first filming finally arrived, and you were instructed to arrive earlier than the others to avoid being seen. Jenny picked you up at 5 am, and by 6 am, you were already at the set, an hour before the call time of 7 am. A crew member led you to the dressing room designated for you, and as you saw the nameplate on the door that read "Ranea," you couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

"Jenny, that's my character's name in there," you remarked, pointing to the plate on the door.

"Girl, don't start crying now. Just get in there before the other actors show up," Jenny teased, trying to lighten the mood. With her encouragement, you composed yourself and entered the dressing room.

Thirty minutes later, the director popped in to greet you.

"Hey, y/n! Are you ready for your first day?" he asked, his tone filled with excitement.

"Absolutely," you replied with a smile and a nod.

"That's great. I'm sorry for calling you in earlier than everyone else, but we can't risk you being seen by the other cast."

"No problem at all. I completely understand," you assured him. After exchanging a few more words, the director left you to prepare for the day ahead.

For some reason, you were instructed not to let any cast members or MCU actors catch sight of you, and you were also informed that you'd be wearing a mask throughout the movie. The reasons behind these precautions were to be explained later, but you didn't question it, knowing Marvel always had its reasons for such decisions. Besides, you weren't about to risk your role by asking too many questions, especially after that run-in with Tom Hiddleston.

Glancing around the dressing room, your eyes fell on the outfit you'd be sporting for most of the movie. Despite having seen it at the fitting, you couldn't help but admire how great it looked and how well it suited you.

At exactly 8 am, your assigned makeup artist entered the room. It had been agreed upon that only crew members, directors, and producers were permitted to see your face, leaving the actors in the dark.

Hair, makeup, and wardrobe took a good four hours to complete. Finally, you carefully donned your mask and glanced at yourself in the mirror, ready to embark on this mysterious journey into the MCU.

"Hoo. It's okay. You'll do great. You've been preparing for this for the last few months, don't fail me now self," you muttered to yourself, giving yourself a pep talk as you glanced in the mirror.

Not long after, Jenny called out to you, signaling it was time to shoot your first scene.

"God girl, I saw Chris Hemsworth earlier and he is hot!" Jenny exclaimed dreamily, still dragging you along. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at her unabashed obsession with Chris Hemsworth.

Finally, you both came to a stop in front of the director, who was busy instructing the crew on how to arrange the props for the upcoming scene.

" Oh y/n! This is where you'll shoot your first scene. We first shoot your hands as you wear these metal gloves in your hand, we then pan into your face. Now make sure that when we get to your face you act as if you're just putting on your mask." you listened and nodded to one of his instructions.

"And I know you studied the script so the only thing I'm gonna say is Good luck," he said as he pats your back and went to his director's chair.

The scene you'll be acting is the scene in which Loki will go to your room to stop you from meeting Odin. To think your first scene will be with Tom. You can only hope your nerves don't kill you the cause of nervousness...