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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: 7000+ views guys, just wow. I must be doing something right here. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy what I have planned for this. *evil laugh*

Chapter Fourteen: Cracks in the Veneer

    This was the final circle of Hell Melissa decided, queasily sipping some honey tea while watching ‘Tom’ acting out a scene for the new Thor movie. While she loathed the beverage, it did wonders for her morning sickness and she begrudgingly drank it to ensure she wouldn’t toss her cookies all over the director. Doing her best not to grimace at her churning stomach, the handler thought back to her first experience with this horrible feeling in an effort to distract herself. Thankfully it worked and a small smile replaced the slightly sour expression on her too pale face.
    She had barely been able to make it to the toilet the first time, Loki right on her heels. He hovered worriedly, torn between getting her a glass of water and trying to soothe her as she vomited. Soon he decided to kneel behind her, rubbing her back as she gagged and heaved helplessly. It was only when she was done that he had summoned a glass of water for her with a wave of his hand. “I’m so sorry luv. Would you like me to use my magic to ease your discomfort?” he whispered, his vice tinged with worry and helplessness.
    “No but thank you. It may sound silly but I want to do this as naturally as possible. It just... feels right somehow,” she whispered, her earthy eyes begging him for understanding. Thankfully the God had consented with a smile, not leaving her side until she was done getting sick.
    Sighing, Lissa brought herself back to the present; her gaze traveling to her disguised lover. Seeing him in his full armor did something strange to her, much more than it did before now that she wasn’t outright shocked. It was like she was looking at a scene ripped straight from his memories, watching as the trickster worked his magic. There was also the way he was acting, as if he had well and truly gone back to being himself. All the bitterness and guilt, there was no faking the rawness of those emotions in his vibrant eyes. It took her breath away and she found herself slowly becoming aroused by seeing the past face of her lover, to her complete and utter mortification. Still, she had no choice but to stay in case her charge needed her. Leaving now would be seen as highly unprofessional.
    As if sensing what was going on, the costumed male whirled to face her; his eyes a glowing green. At that moment the director called cut, declaring a break for lunch. Just the thought of food made her stomach lurch sickly, effectively killing any of her earlier libido. In the next second, ‘Tom’ was at her side; looking like he was barely restraining himself from picking her up into his arms. “Are you well darling? You look pale,” he purred, his voice still deep and raspy from playing the movie version of himself.
    “I feel a bit off today I’m afraid but I’ll be alright in a few minutes,” she replied politely, carefully getting to her feet. The dark haired male huffed slightly before gently steering her towards his trailer, bending so his lips brushed her ear.
    “More like a few hours. Are you sure you’re alright to work my treasure? I don’t want to put either you or our child at risk,” rumbled his baritone as he subtly used his powers to open the door.
    “And I told this morning that plenty of pregnant women work until the later months. Truly, I’ll be fine as long as I eat light and stick to the god awful honey tea. Stuff tastes like a cow’s backside,” she replied a bit more heatedly than she meant to. They had fought long and hard about him going back to work on Thor. Then they had proceeded to fight over her being his handler. It had been a hard won battle and she really didn’t want to rehash it all over again.
    “None of them are you. I don’t like seeing you so ill while working for me. It feels like I’m forcing you to be here when you should be in bed,” pleaded the trickster, leading her into the tiny vehicle and shutting the door behind them.
    “No one is forcing me to be here but me. I can’t just call into work sick for a month. Besides, how else can I be sure you won’t run off with a prettier woman,” she half joked, surprised when the almost beautiful man let out a low growl.
    The temperature in the room took a sharp drop, faint, raised markings appearing on his skin. Then his icy hands were gripping her shoulders hard as his eyes gained a red tinge. “I would die before I betrayed you knowingly. After how long I have longed for you to accept me, to reciprocate my feelings; not to mention just trying to get you to agree to a relationship once I found out how you felt... do you really think I would throw all of this away for someone else?” the unearthly being growled, his voice steady growing more powerful while staying soft. Before she could even think to answer, his lips were meeting hers possessively; his teeth nipping her soft lips.
    “No, I would have to be truly mad to give this up. To let some other man have what I claimed, even raise my child. Just the thought of it makes my blood boil. You are mine now and I am nothing if not loyal to my lovers,” he rumbled as he broke the kiss, his voice full of urgency as one of his large hands travelled down to her stomach.
    “No Tom, if you’re going to do what I think you are just no,” she sighed, taking the hand in hers to kiss the knuckles.
    “Call me Loki in private,” he snarled with surprising vehemence before he was claiming her lips again, a low, gruff sound bubbling up from deep inside his chest.
    Lissa could only whimper, her hands coming up to rest on the leather armor covering his chest. In all her years with him, she had never seen the normally composed celebrity act like this. Cautiously breaking the kiss, the brunette looked up at the Aesir male hovering over her; taking in the expression on his handsome, oval shaped face. It was a mixture of frustration, fear and immense strain. It seemed like acting in these movies and reliving these memories was taking a heavy toll on her trickster prince, as was the act of hiding himself. Centuries of doing so and finally finding someone he could be himself with, only to have to keep hiding anyway, was obviously more grating to him than she could have ever imagined. “I-I’m sorry Loki its just... you never really know who could be listening,” the assistant reasoned, reaching up to cup his cheek in an effort to soothe him.
    The deity jolted at first, only to lean into her touch as his appearance instantly returned to normal. Even the temperature was slowly rising again as his right hand came up to hold her own against his skin. He closed his eyes as a content expression came over his beautiful visage, a low rumble bubbling up from his chest. “You never have to worry about that with me. I always erect a soundproof barrier when we’re alone,” he rasped, opening his eyes again as he leaned forward to nuzzle the junction of her neck. His slightly cool tongue slipped out to slowly lave her pulse, both his hands slowly moving to her lower back. Lissa could only moan, tilting her head back to expose more of her neck as her earlier lust was rekindled. The powerful being above her only chuckled, murmuring things in an unfamiliar language that made her shudder slightly.
    Loki was just about to dispose of their pesky clothing for a quick session of love making when the door to the trailer came flying open, bouncing off the wall of the tiny living room due to the violence. The already tense male immediately shielded her with his tall, lean body out of instinct; a gloved hand coming up automatically as he prepared to use his magic to defend her if need be. He was just about to use it, his gloved hand surrounded by a green, glowing light, when ‘Chris’ came in. Pure green eyes going wide, he tried to dispel his powers but wasn’t quick enough; his disguised half brother’s eyes going wide as realization hit him like a ton of bricks. “Loki... after all this time, you’ve been hiding yourself as a human actor?” whispered the bearded male, still dressed in his armor from the earlier scene.
    “My name is Tom, Chris. You’ve been working too hard. You know we’re not really Loki and Thor right?” the deity turned thespian lied smoothly, subtly placing himself between his half brother and his pregnant lover. If Thor got any dumb ideas, Loki much preferred to be the target.
    The musclebound blonde wasn’t so easily deflected, his blue eyes narrowing as he pulled himself to his full, rather impressive height. A large sledgehammer appeared in his right hand, the tiny vehicle quickly filling with a tense atmosphere as the two Gods faced off. Lissa only watched quietly, fear filling her at the idea that Thor might very well decide to take Loki away. She would never see him again and would more than likely end up raising his child alone, a prospect that made her feel sick in her soul. “The director will be back soon, we should get on set,” she found herself suggesting, popping the growing danger like a soap bubble.
    Both men turned to look at her, Loki looking both frightened and thankful. Thor, on the other hand, looked just plain confused. For a terrible moment, his grip tightened on his hammer. Then he made the weapon disappear before stalking up to his disguised brother, stopping mere inches from touching him. “I don’t know what you’re up to Loki but we’re far from finished here,” the Thunder God growled, punctuating each word with a poke to the taller, thinner male’s chest. Then his cerulean gaze was travelling to Lissa and his eyes widened as comprehension dawned on his face.
    “You’re pregnant...,” he whispered, looking more confused than before. Thankfully that was the exact moment the director chose to stick his head into the open door.
    “Oh Chris! Great, now I don’t have to hunt you down too. Come on, back on set. We just have a few more scenes I want to go over,” the oblivious movie maker cajoled, a happy expression on his face before he left to gather the rest of the people.
    Giving the brunette one last, curious glance and his half brother a suspicious glare, Thor took his leave. As soon as he was gone, however, Loki was taking Lissa into his arms; a low growl bubbling up from his chest. “Fuck, I was hoping to hide much longer. There’s no way in Hel that bonehead will let this go and I can’t exactly run. I’m far too well known to just disappear quietly,” he whispered, his gruff voice full of panic.
    “He could have taken you right now if he had wanted to. Why didn’t he?” the handler whispered, giving her charge a gentle push toward the still open door.
    The taller, leather clad God only looked down at her thoughtfully, wrapping a strong arm around her waist as he led them out of the trailer. “I don’t know and I’m not sure I like it. Thor has never been one to trouble himself with thinking things through. I would accuse him of planning something but that is also unlike him. My brother is a good man but he really isn’t the type for subterfuge. He normally just charges in and leaves the questioning for others,” Loki continued, allowing her to lead him toward the set.
    “Maybe the sight of you willingly being around a midgardian threw him off, let alone the knowledge that I’m more than likely carrying your child,” she reasoned, not quite believing it herself. Yet, the fact still stood that Thor had chosen not to act and neither of them really knew why.
    “I don’t know and that’s what bothers me. I do know one thing, I’ll not let them take me without a fight,” the trickster hissed, his eyes a sharp green as they fixed on ‘Chris.’
    The armor clad blonde was standing in the middle of the set, a smile on his face like nothing had happened. The only indication of anything different was the way his gaze followed them closely, as if he was waiting for his disguised relative to pull something. When ‘Tom’ merely gave the other actor a nod, it seemed to throw the suspicious Asgardian off balance. “Alright people! Let’s continue from where we left off!” the director shouted into his megaphone, breaking the tense silence once again and seeming to snap both men into a sorta work mode. It wasn’t too long before they were back in the scene but something had notably changed. Instead of simply acting, it seemed like the pair were living out what was being shot.
    Licking her lips, Melissa watched as the pair grew more and more serious; never taking their eyes off the other as distrust continued to grow between them. The director, who was oblivious to the extreme change in energy, was delighted; thinking the two men were simply going above and beyond to make the scene more realistic. The still queasy female on the sidelines was the only one who saw the growing danger. All it would take was the slightest push and they would descend into a full on fight, using their powers and exposing their true identities to everyone in the building. She could only hope and pray that things didn’t go that far but the daggers their eyes were shooting at eachother weren’t all that encouraging. Thankfully it wasn’t much longer before the director yelled for a cut, congratulating everyone on a good day’s work.
    Within moments, the twenty-eight year old found herself being drug bodily behind an anxious ‘Tom’, ‘Chris’ close on their heels with a determined expression on his chiseled face. As soon as we were outside, the blonde deity was grabbing his half brother’s shoulder; only to find himself shoved into the wall of the building by a tight grip on his throat. Ice meant verdant green as the pair stood toe to toe, the taller, black haired actor’s lips pulled up in a snarl to bare his teeth. “I will warn you once Thor, let this go. It has been many millennia since I escaped and I have yet to cause trouble. I have finally found some measure of peace and I will not hesitate to kill to keep it. Even if it should mean disposing of you my dear ‘brother’,” the God of Mischief grated, his skin gaining a blue tinge as the temperature around them plummeted.
    “Do you expect me to believe that after everything you have done! You impersonated our father, possibly even brought about Ragnarok itself. You despise Midgardians and you expect me to believe you willingly took one as a lover with no other motivation?” Thor returned, not seeming the least bit bothered by the tight grip around his muscled throat. Loki only released a low snarl of rage in response, his grip tightening.
    “You will never understand, you will never listen. All you do is obey Odin blindly. Are you never going to truly hear my side of things? Yet you wonder why I only refer to you as my brother with derision,” the green and gold clad celebrity hissed, hurt and bitterness tinging his baritone voice. Then he was shoving himself away from his relation to wrap an arm around Lissa’s waist.
    “Hunt me if you like Thor but I was not the one who forbid you to marry Jane. Nor was I the one who denied your request to grant her immortality. I am not the target of your anger,” he continued, giving his stunned brother a level glance. Then he was gently leading his lover away, a steady hand on the small of her back as she turned her head to watch the man they had left behind. To her shock, he had slid to his knees and appeared to be crying into his large hands.
    The next moment, she found herself in the hotel that had been acquired for all the actors; Loki sitting down on the bed with her cradled tightly in his arms. His elegant nose burrowed into her brown hair and he closed his still green eyes as he inhaled deeply. Well shaped, shaking hands moved delicately over her skin, as if he was afraid she would either break or disappear. “Why do I have a feeling that the movies aren’t an entirely complete story of just what happened?” she whispered, her arms wrapping around him. She felt just as scared, more disturbed by Thor’s lack of action than anything else.
    “That’s because they aren’t. There is much they leave out or get wrong. Enough is left to tell the gist but not everything is shown,” came his response, his voice strained by anxiety as his lips began to brush her face. There was nothing sexual behind the gesture, just a feeling of seeking reassurance.
    “You and Thor lost loved ones,” she murmured, remembering his previous statements during his heat. It had certainly sounded as if the former prince had lost a family before. The look he gave her in response to her question only confirmed her suspicions.
    “Yes, to Odin. It is a very long story and very painful,” came the quiet reply, his arms tightening around her slightly.
    “I would like to hear it. I feel like I need to understand just what’s going on here,” Lissa insisted, ignoring the slight sting of guilt that pricked at her heart. She felt she needed to hear this in order to make sure she knew just what kind of threat Thor was. To her relief, Loki nodded before taking a deep breath and beginning to talk.
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