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A Little Secret	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 7448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Loki nor do I personally know Tom Hiddleston or any of the other famous people herein. I do not own Avengers or Thor and yes this is a work of fiction. This is just for fun and no profit will be made.

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Author’s Note: Hope you guys liked that last chapter. There is a lot more to come!

Chapter Eleven: Consequences

    Groaning in her sleep, Lissa cracked an aching eye open as she tried to remember why she felt like she had been hit by a truck. It was when a familiar, well muscled arm wrapped around her waist and a certain scent filled her nose that she remembered just what she had been through in mere hours. Loki had been nigh insatiable, taking her over and over until she had finally passed out from sensory overload. Licking her dry lips, the drowsy assistant mentally took stock of all the aches and pains littering her body. Without even looking, it felt like she had been bitten in several places and her womanhood was sore and throbbing. As sore as she felt there would be no way she would be able to move to get herself water or even go to the bathroom.

    Knowing she would have to awaken the person that had done this to her and risk another round so soon, the twenty-eight year old tried to roll over; getting a bolt of pain shooting through her abused core for her troubles. Whimpering, she closed her eyes and breathed through her nose as she prayed for the pain to fade quickly. As if sensing this, the male behind her stirred; inhaling deeply as he lifted himself slightly. “Lissey? Are you okay? Your scent... it smells like you’re in pain,” came his husky, sleep muzzed voice, making a slight bit of warmth bloom in her chest.

    “Mmm, yeah. Last night was pretty... wild,” she found herself responding playfully, feeling the bed shift as the God sat up fully.

    “Last night... That really... Oh sweetheart I’m so sorry. Stay still,” he murmured, his voice thick with guilt as the hand over her lower stomach began to tense. Then she was filled with a warm sensation, all her aches and pains slowly fading to nothing.

    “Wh-what are you doing?” the stunned brunette whispered, blinking as even the pain between her legs went away.

    “Healing you. You should have told me to stop when you were getting tired. You gave me quite a scare when you passed out,” the dark haired deity admonished, his anger more directed at himself as he removed his hand from her and got off the bed.

    Then his strong arms were lifting her, the taller actor carrying her carefully to the bathroom. “I remember being more occupied with saying other things, let alone what you were doing to my body,” she quipped, hoping to see a smile on his strained face. She wasn’t let down, a small grin curling his lips as a chuckle bubbled up from his chest.

    “I suppose that’s true. Still, I shall let you rest as much as I can today. While I’m having increased sexual urges I don’t wish to cause you pain,” he replied, turning on the bath with a slight flick of his fingertips.

    “Well I appreciate that. Even with my wounds and pain gone I don’t think I would be up to much activity,” the exhausted female sighed, watching as the tub filled rather quickly. Once it was full enough, Loki turned off the water with his magic before slowly setting her in the hot substance.

    Lissa felt all of her muscles relax as soon as the fluid enveloped her, she allowed her head to loll back as her brown eyes slid closed. It was only the touch of a washcloth on her skin that made her jump and open her eyes, her jaw dropping when she saw her former client washing her gently. Blue green eyes met chocolate, his eyes shining with a deep affection that very nearly took her breath away. As the slightly rough material moved over her milky skin, the young woman found herself getting lost in his orbs. They were shining with a deep love and loyalty, something that should bother her this early on but only filled her with a warm contentment. “Loki...,” she murmured in a shy tone, butterflies fluttering in her stomach due to what she was about to confess.

    “Melissa...,” the Norse God began at the same time, sounding just as hesitant as she did.

    This startled the pair into giving eachother strange looks before they burst into easy laughter. “Let me go first luv. When I’m done, you can say what you need,” the celebrity requested his ebony hair hanging slightly in his face as he gave her a light version of his puppy eyes. Giggling lightly, she could only roll her own eyes and motion for the taller man to continue.

    “Thank you. You choosing to stay here for me, even with the very real chance you’ll get pregnant... it means more to me than I can possibly put into words. I just... I wanted to tell you that this whole thing is much more than just a relief for my condition. You aren’t just some sex toy to me darling and... I truly hope this debacle hasn’t changed your decision to pursue a relationship with me. I... I care very, very deeply for you already, as you well know and I...,” he murmured, pausing to lick his lips nervously as he thought about what he was going to say next.

    Seeing the normally eloquent male at such a loss for words honestly charmed her and she found herself reaching out with a hand to cup his cheek to encourage him to continue. To her surprise, the powerful being nuzzled into the contact, dropping the washcloth to hold her hand in place. Even his eyes slid closed briefly, immense relief covering his pale features. When he reopened his expressive orbs, she saw an expression in them that made her lower body clench with sudden need. By the time she realized he could smell it, he was already flaring his nostrils; his eyes going dark as he released a low growl that settled somewhere inside her womb. Then he was shaking himself, giving her a shameful glance as he hand tightened over hers. “You told me you don’t want me to temper myself around you so I’m going to take that at face value right now and pray you weren’t lying to me. I love you Melissa,” he confessed, time seemed to grind to a halt as her heart stopped in her chest.

    Tears of happiness clogged her throat while anxiety slowly overtook her brain. The confusion of the completely opposite emotions inside her only made it harder for her to think, nothing coming out of her gaping mouth as endless moments seemed to pass. A huge part of her wanted to reciprocate the feelings she knew she had for him but another part of her was held back by her very painful past with Jeremy. If they dived in any further would it be repeating that same fate? Would her unintended scandal with Jeremy cause the very same problem she had been trying to avoid? Then there was what was currently happening. What would happen if anyone found out about that?

    All at once it was all too much and Melissa broke into stressed tears as she wrapped her arms around Loki’s neck, burrowing her face into his shoulder to seek comfort. “Oh Loki, I love you too and that’s the problem. None of my problems have gone away. What happens when we go public? What if they use my past against me? What if they somehow find out about this?! I can’t be responsible for them going after your career like they did his! Oh I’m such a fool for even thinking I could agree to this. I should have just...,” she sobbing, going into a full on ramble before lips on hers stopped her words quite effectively.

    “Did you just say what I think you did?” the Norse God whispered, the hope in his baritone curling somewhere deep inside her and tugging hard. Looking up at him with wide eyes, she found herself lost in his green pools as his scent filled her nose.

    “Say it again,” he whispered, his voice barely above begging as their gazes locked and his large, rough hands roamed her bare back.

    “I... I... As you would probably say it, Odin Help me I love you Loki,” the brunette sighed, self hatred filling her as his eyes lit up with absolute happiness. She hated that she was so happy in his arms. She hated that his scent was quickly becoming addictive, as was his smile and laughter. Most of all, she hated how little she was starting to care just what happened in the future.

    Then his lips were meeting hers in a sweet kiss, his tongue sweeping into her mouth briefly before he pulled back. “I just want you to know I don’t care what happens once we go public. The press can bay at the doors all day. Hell, they can even have my career. What I’m not willing to give up is you,” he husked, peppering kisses all over her face before he was laying her back in the tub to wash her body.

    “I need you to promise me something,” the deity whispered, his gaze solemn as the small square of cloth moved over her flesh.

    “What?” she asked quietly, a hint of dread settling into her stomach. She had a suspicion about what he was going to ask for and she was unsure of her ability to grant it.

    “Promise that, no matter how hard it gets, you won’t run away. We can get through anything together,” he murmured, his voice holding a slightly hard edge as he finished washing her. Then he was lifting her out of the tub, using his magic to wrap a towel around her.

    Lissa could feel unease settle into her stomach and she nibbled her lower lip as she stared down at her slightly pudgy abdomen. She could already be pregnant due to last night alone and she still had six days of this left. She was already dubious about handling the surfacing of her past, she sincerely doubted she could handle carrying his child on top of it. Just think about the shit that would stir made her shudder subconsciously. All of a sudden she just wanted to disappear, to evaporate into thin air so she had never put either of them through all of this. Neither of them had stopped to think and now there would be Hell to pay. “Melissa Einsel,” came a stern baritone, drawing her out of her spiral of panic with a snap.

    Looking up, she saw green glaring down at her as he gave her a deadly seriously look. “Promise me you won’t disappear on me, that you won’t make me have to tear apart the very fabric of the universe to find you,” rumbled his voice, steel under the velvet purr. Just hearing it made her heart stutter in her chest and she took a deep breath to steady herself.

    “I... I promise,” she whispered as she opened her eyes to lock their gazes, gasping when she saw the downright serious look on his oval face.

    “Now, I need you to listen to me closely. If you break this promise, I will do just as I threatened. I will tear apart reality itself until you are in my arms again, especially if you are pregnant,” the towering male whispered, his voice a cold rumble she had only heard in the movies.

    Licking her suddenly dry lips, the brunette took a few more deep breaths to try to slow her racing heart before nodding. “I... understand,” she whispered in a small voice, fear filling her to her very toes. Yet this fear wasn’t of the domineering deity holding her. It was fear of her ability to keep her promise when things came down to it.

    “Good girl, now let’s get you dressed and fed,” the celebrity purred, giving her lips a quick peck before he was gently setting her on her feet in the bedroom.

    Soon the powerful being was helping her dress, ushering her out into the dining area as he used his magic to begin cooking. “Sit down and relax darling. I’ll get you something to drink. What would you like?” he asked, a warm, relaxed expression on his pale face as he smiled at her.

    “Er, promise you won’t laugh,” the young professional whispered, feeling a bit silly about what she was currently craving. The look the star gave didn’t help her discomfiture one bit and she found herself blushing as her gaze lowered.

    Suddenly she felt a gentle but firm finger lift her chin, her eyes meeting his as he smiled down at her. “I promise darling now tell me what you’d like to drink,” rumbled his baritone, nearly making her melt in her chair.

    “You wouldn’t happen to have... chocolate milk would you?” she asked, her voice getting quieter and more shy near the end. To her surprise, instead of teasing her, he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

    “Of course, it’s one of my favorites,” he announced before walking off into the kitchen to get her beverage. Lissa could only slump in relief, a small blush coloring her pale cheek.

    Pulling herself back into a sitting position, the twenty-eight year old couldn’t help but think on the things from earlier. Even now she could be pregnant and she wouldn’t know it for a week. Just thinking about the hay day the paparazzi would have with the extra ammo made her shudder. She wasn’t confident she could just sit there and watch Loki get attacked for something that was really quite precious. She couldn’t put him or an innocent child through such a backlash. She could already hear the accusations they would throw, even seeing the star as his expression grew from defensive to apprehensive; the trust eventually fading out of his beautiful eyes.

    A gentle touch on her upper arm drew her attention back to the God turned movie star, his blue green eyes full of worry and apprehension. “Whatever you’re thinking about, don’t. I swear to you that I will never leave your side. I have been around you long enough to know your care for me is genuine, let alone what you’re putting yourself through this week for my sake. You could have just left, I gave you ample opportunity,” he murmured, placing a glass of chocolate milk in her hands.

    “No, I would have never left you like that. As much as I’m sure you can help yourself, I wouldn’t have been able to stop worrying about you. Wondering if I should have stayed to help you, make sure you were taken care of,” the handler replied, a light frown on her face as she took a long swallow from her beverage. This, of course, left a small trail of chocolate milk on her upper lip.

    Licking at it instinctually, Lissa couldn’t help but notice Loki’s vibrant eyes follow her tongue; hunger shining in his now green orbs. “That is why you’re special Melissa. The thought of leaving when I’m so vulnerable is utterly repugnant to you. Maybe that’s why I sought you out even when you were trying to hide from me...,” he breathed, longing clear in his expression as he pulled away to sit in a chair beside her. Despite how sore she was, the assistant couldn’t help but feel a tiny pang of regret that he hadn’t kissed her.

    “The first night you had those horrible nightmares... I never heard anyone sound so lost and scared, so guilty. You kept screaming at someone to just stop. It was at that moment that I felt I had to help protect you since no one else seemed to,” she replied quietly, staring at his larger hands as they sat on the table. As she watched, they tensed at the mention of his dreams; curling into tight fists as he took a deep, shaky breath.

    “Well, you are right in a way. Not very many try to offer me comfort or try to protect me from anything. In fact, not many will hear my side of things at all; preferring to focus on my actions alone rather than what’s causing them,” he snarled, his voice holding a bitter tone as her eyes slowly rose to meet his.

    Jade green now took over his eyes and blue lightly colored his skin as cold pulsed off him in waves. “So many refuse to see my pain or my fears, seeing me as only an unfeeling beast. I had to take sanctuary among the very beings I tried to destroy. Had to watch as the world died and reformed into what it is now. Had to make a whole new identity and family. A family whose son I watched die in the forest. I buried his body under a pine tree and assumed his appearance. They still don’t know their real son has been long dead. The real Thomas Hiddleston never got to even see his potential and I guess I’ve been trying to live his life for him. Besides, being an actor suits me well,” he sighed, starting out sounding bitter and angry but ending sounding sad and guilty.

    Lissa could only stare at him, doing her best to absorb the information he had shared. She had wondered just how to explain the family he had but she had never expected something like this. “Why didn’t you save him?” she found herself asking, her heart lurching in her chest at the heartbroken expression that crossed his noble face.

    “I... I had to take the opportunity where it presented itself. He looked enough like me that I could get away with not disguising myself too much. I have always felt guilty about that decision, even visiting his makeshift gave every year on the anniversary of his passing,” he confessed quietly, an apprehensive look in his once again mostly blue eyes.

    Nibbling her lower lip, the brunette tried to process his confession and found herself honestly feeling more bad for Loki than the child. While he had let a kid die, it had no doubt shaken him to do so; showing the extent of his desperation to stay hidden. It made her wonder just how badly he had been treated if he would go against his own morality like that. All at once she felt a surge of anger for the male’s sake, wanting nothing more than to tear Odin and Thor new one for forcing him to such actions. “I’m so sorry Loki. That must have been very hard on you,” she found herself whispering, one of her hands coming to rest over his to comfort him.

    “Indeed. I had nightmares for years about it, still do. I can’t get the sound of his scream out of my head, the sound of his little body hitting the ground. At least he died on impact, I don’t think I could have withstood ending him myself,” sighed the tortured being, leaning towards her as if seeking her nearness.

    Giving him a small smile, the brown haired woman scooted her chair closer to him and wrapped her arms around him tightly. “I’m not a child killer Lissey, it practically tore me apart to force myself not to save him but... I just didn’t know when the next opportunity would arise. I had to! I had to! If they find me...,” he husked, his voice thick with emotion as he began to shake.

    “What’ll happen?” she found herself asking, dreading the answer as she began to pet his midnight curls.

    “Imprisonment for the rest of my life... For a crime millennia past,” came the bitter reply, another shudder rippling through his muscled body.

    A chill of horror filled her and she looked up at him as nausea began to percolate in her stomach. “Aren’t you immortal?” she whispered, stunned when he nodded against her shoulder. Then hot tears were hitting her skin as he began to sob.

    “I couldn’t... I would go mad! I would do anything not to go back to that again. Years of being trapped within tiny walls, losing my appetite and will to live slowly. It was only my mother that saved me. She saw my declining health and knew I would die if something wasn’t done. She snuck me out with Heimdall’s help,” he whispered, more shakes wracking his body as he cried openly. The terror rolling off him was palpable and she felt a fierce protectiveness grip her.

    “No matter what, I’ll make sure they won’t take you again. I can’t believe Thor would allow such a thing! Is he really that oblivious?” Lissa snarled, her heart aching for the frightened God she held.

    “You have no idea. Thor’s heart is in the right place and he’s a good man but he’s easily led by Odin,” Loki sighed, pulling away to wipe his eyes. Then he was summoning breakfast to the table with a flick of his wrist, wrapping an arm around her as the plates arranged themselves.

    Even as they ate, the handler couldn’t stop thinking about what she had been told; rage and indignation boiling in her blood. If she had been in his position, she probably would have done the same thing. Dealing with the nightmares would be much more preferable to going insane for however long he had been locked up. “I... I know you’re scared Lissey. You have every right to be but... Don’t leave me too, please. It has been so long since I could truly be myself that I had almost forgotten who I was. If it hadn’t been for these movies and you I probably would have,” he pleaded, his eyes locking with hers as he took her hands in his, breaking her out of her thoughts.
    “I already promised didn’t I? I’m not going to leave you or hate you for what you did in the past. It was so long ago its not even worth blaming you for anymore,” she assured, finishing her food with a smile. She just hoped she wouldn’t end up running away for other reasons but she would do her damnedest to stick it through, no matter how horribly Loki was being treated because of her.
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