I’m stealing other people’s asks, because they intrigue me.

It’s 10 am, you’re still on your PJ’s. You are drinking your coffee while checking your blog. Then all of the sudden you hear a knock on your door. You stare at it wondering who might be. You go walking to open the door, you could care less how you were dress. Then when you open the door it’s freaking Tom Hiddleston, and he says; “Good morning, our car broke down” pointing at Luke, who was besides the car “Would you be so kind to let me use your phone, darling” ….WHAT TO DO? — anon, for http://melwantsalokihug.tumblr.com/

In my house, I don’t get up early unless I have a reason, I don’t drink coffee. So the scenario is a bit different.

It’s 10 am, and my alarm has just gone off for the first time. My fiancé is working from home, like he does, and answers the door. Stormlight, the indoor-outdoor cat, streaks into the house, for which Tom immediately apologises, and Cro shrugs, telling him that it’s normal, and she’s probably hungry anyway.

Tom repeats his request, and Cro blinks at him (he’s probably wearing his kilts, because he does that) and makes a suggestion of whom to call, then hands his phone. If it’s now, it’s stupid hot outside, even at 10 am, and so Cro invites them to step inside the house while they wait.

Then, because he loves me, and is not overawed by people, he would come jerk me out of bed, to which I would protest until he said, “Naienko, get up, Tom Hiddleston is in our living room.”

I would FALL out of bed, yank on whatever pants I could reach first (I sleep in t-shirts), and scramble into the living room trying to flatten my hair. I would offer them a drink, because it’s stupid hot, and a seat, and apologise for the mess. Probably about that time Helios would appear and then we would have a conversation about cats, and my cats, and I would do the magic cat trick (crinkle the kittytreats bag) and introduce them all, and meanwhile Cro would be talking to Luke about what happened to the car.

And all the while my guts would be twisting because holy shit Tom Hiddleston is in my living room. And whenever he finally left, because I’m me, I would give him one of my cards, and forget to ask for a hug, and be abashed when he and Luke thanked us.