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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: And things begin happening very quickly. Also sorry for the delay. Sprained my wrist and its been hard to write.

Chapter Eighteen: Just Who is the Bad Guy Here?

    As soon as Jeremy was parked, Lissa was out and running; ignoring the strange looks she was getting from the various actors and assistants going to and from the building. Speed was of the essence, everything else could take a backseat. The only thing that stuttered her steps was seeing Tony out of the corner of her eyes. The older male was giving her a concerned look, the resemblance he had to Odin almost making her skin crawl. Then he was following, much to her ex’s amusement and her horror. “Melly, just what the Hell is going on?” he asked as he caught up to them, moving surprisingly fast for a man his age.
    “I don’t think you’d believe me if I told you and I don’t have time to stop and explain,” she responded breathlessly as she continued to move, flinging the door to the building open and startling everyone who was sitting in the lobby.
    Marissa, who had been on the phone with one of their clients, rapidly excused herself before gathering her purse. Instead of asking any questions, the redhead began heading to the door, meeting the small group halfway. The two friends gave eachother a nod before turning as one and going out of the building. Soon all four of them were in Jeremy’s car, Anthony refusing to leave Lissa until he knew just what was going on. His confusion only heightened when the Corgi puppy he was so familiar with teleported onto his lap and gave him a goony grin. “Well, it seems like Lo-lo has deemed you trustworthy. But I really don’t relish telling you any of this,” sighed the assistant, all too aware of the two pairs of eyes watching her from the back.
    “A lot has happened this morning. I barely know where to begin,” she sighed, smiling when all three people in the car tried to offer comfort in their own way. Then she took a deep breath and began talking, Jeremy driving to her house.
    By the time they had reached her humble abode, the two newcomers had been fully informed of just what was going on as well as what Tom’s real identity was. While it would have normally been very hard to believe, her dog’s earlier teleportation helped lend credence to her words. Still, it was a lot to take in and the two in the back simply absorbed the information in silence. “So, you’re saying that all those movies we watched, that you’ve been helping Tom make. They really happened at some point in our universe’s history but not our current world’s and Tom is actually Loki Laufeyson,” Rissa clarified, raising a playfully speculative brow as she fairly twitched in place.
    The brunette, recognizing her long-time companion’s body language, huffed in amusement before giving her own answer. “I’m afraid so,” she sighed, sounding overly sad and dramatic as the englishman to her right pulled into her driveway. Tony, who had been silently contemplating everything he had been told, watched the odd exchange with a grin of his own. He and Jeremy had seen this often with the two females, both of them acting closer than sisters at times. In fact, both males knew what was coming next and slowly unbuckled their seatbelts to get out of the car.
    “Is he as good in bed as we speculated?” purred the devious, green eyed femme as she got out as well, drawing a laugh from Lissa when she followed. The Corgi had long since teleported out of the car, waiting for them by the front door with an impatient expression.
    “Oh you wouldn’t believe Ris! It’s too bad he’s so loyal or I’d offer to let you have a one time go at him,” giggled the brunette, laughing harder at the disappointed expression on her friend’s face.
    “Damn, I guess that means there’s no way we can get him to consent to putting on a show with your former fiance,” sighed the put out secretary, humor glimmering in her sea-green eyes when Jeremy visibly reddened and audibly cleared his throat.
    “I think you know better than that anyway. You’re just as huge of a Loki fan as I am. You just wanted to see poor Jeremy’s reaction to our silly fantasies,” Melissa chastised lightly, clearly not meaning a word of it as she unlocked her front door to let her impromptu guests in.
    To be honest, she appreciated Rissa’s attempts at distracting her with humor. She knew it made the situation no less dire but it did help reduce her stress, something that was needed if she was going to keep a clear head. As soon as they were all inside, the twenty-eight year old was delegating with ease; years of being an assistant to people who usually never had to care for themselves coming in handy. Rissa was sent to pack a large suitcase while Tony was sent off to gather medicine as well as first aid supplies. With everything that was happening, they needed to be as prepared as they could. This left her and Jeremy in charge of gathering food as well as other camping supplies in case they needed to spend time on the run. The entire time they were doing this, her Corgi was waddling around with a thoughtful expression on his furry face.
    Then he was scampering upstairs as fast as his stubby legs could carry him. Lissa could only stare for a moment, fighting the urge to laugh at how he looked when he ran. Ever see a Corgi run? Its literally the most adorable thing ever and can lighten any situation instantly. Snorting a bit, she got back to work gathering canned goods; thanking Tony when he came up with a few of her travelling bags as well as a tote filled with what medical supplies she had. Given her job, she kept a huge amount of emergency items on hand just in case one of her clients had an accident on set. She had even gone so far as to take a full on first aid course, making her qualified to perform many procedures if need be. She had wanted to be prepared for any situation, not wanting a death on her hands even if it wasn’t her fault.
    Smiling at Sir Hopkins as he began to help gather food, Lissa found herself grateful that she had prepared so much. If any of them got injured, she would be able to help if it wasn’t too severe. She even knew how to set bones, stitch wounds and how to take care of burns. Bar any of them needing major surgery, they would be fine for a little bit. A strange dragging noise brought the assistant back to the here and now and she found herself looking around to see where it was coming from. What she saw nearly made her fall over laughing. Her adorable little puppy had taken it upon himself to try to drag down one of her sleeping bags. The thing had to be three times his size and she was honestly surprised he had made it as far as he had. Still, she had to admit the canine had thought of something she hadn’t. “Good puppy Loki, er, I mean Lo-lo,” she praised, fighting the giggles as she felt Jeremy come up behind her.
    “Heh, he’s cute. He looks just like the one who made him. I’ll go get the rest, shall I,” offered the older actor, giving her a smile before heading upstairs. Tony stayed behind, still looking a bit shell-shocked but taking things in stride all things considered.
    “I still can’t believe all of this isn’t some dream. You say this Odin looks just like the character I play on screen?” he asked, his accented voice incredulous as his blue eyes glimmered in confusion. Looking up at him to respond, Lissa had to fight the innate urge to shudder at the resemblance he was asking about.
    “All too much. If it wasn’t for the fact that I know he’s currently occupied with Loki, I would think you were him in disguise. I’ve heard of dopplegangers before but this is just eerie,” she replied, waving Rissa over when she came down with a few suitcases.
    “Jeremy offered to get the rest despite tackling the sleeping bags, bless the man,” gushed the coppery haired femme as she set down her load. Just as she finished speaking said actor simply reappeared downstairs, the items he had gone to get floating around him via his magic. Yet, unlike Loki, he seemed unable to keep it up for long; setting the items on the ground as soon as he appeared.
    Lissa gave him a small smile before finding her gaze going to her front door. It had been a long time since they had left Loki to his two relatives and the possible army of Asgard. Could he have been taken and she didn’t know it? Could he even now be getting thrown in the dungeons, never to see the light of day again? An unconscious hand moved to her slightly chubby but still rather flat stomach. An action that wasn’t missed by any of the people in the room. “Mels? Are you... during that week with To... I mean Loki...,” Rissa began, her voice stunned as her eyes locked on her friend’s hand.
    “Mare... I would have told you at some point after we had gone public. I’m pregnant,” Melissa confessed quietly, bracing herself to be tackled by her practical shadow.
    “Is this true?” Anthony and Jeremy asked in unison, one looking excited while the other looked shocked and a bit hurt.
    “Y-yeah... but we don’t have anymore time to dally we have to get somewhere safe,” Lissa urged, growing more and more apprehensive the longer it took her lover to show up.
    “I agree,” Irons agreed, his eyes closing briefly as he took a hand and waved it in the air. This caused a human sized oval to shimmer and open in the middle of the kitchen, looking like a hole to another house had temporarily appeared in her own.
    “You first my dear. I don’t want you lifting anything heavy in your condition,” the graying celebrity offered, his eyes holding questions despite his even tone.
    Sighing, the handler nodded in acceptance. She could tell by the expressions on Tony’s and Rissa’s faces that she wasn’t about to win this fight. The man she had considered her grandfather was giving her a stern look while her closest friend seemed about to shove her through herself. “Will Loki be able to find us?” she asked, bending down for her pet to hop into her arms.
    “Unless I hid your energy signature from him, he would find you in another dimension. You and he have a very strong connection thanks to how strong he feels about you. I don’t think I’m wrong in saying he loved you since he laid eyes on you. Now go on. He will join us when he’s able,” the disguised Asgardian pleaded, his chocolate eyes fixed on her until she gave another nod and went through the portal.
    On the other side, she was in a house she had never seen before. She had lived with Jeremy for years and this wasn’t the house he had lived in. It almost looked like a refurbished castle, the walls undecorated, gray stone. Even the floors were stone, carpet covering it here and there. She had appeared in a huge sitting room, complete with a stone fireplace. The only things modern were the furnishings, large, comfortable couches and chairs set up in front of the fireplace; making her heart ache from the resemblance to a certain cabin she had spent a week at. A week that had resulted in her current condition.
    Just then Marissa came in from the portal, breaking her out of her morose thoughts when she let out an admiring whistle. “Dang Jerry, never knew ya had such nice digs,” the more boisterous female declared, setting down her burden of several bags to walk in like she owned the place.
    “I do believe I’ve asked you not to call me that,” sighed Jeremy in an accepting but irritate tone as he brought in his own load.
    Rolling her eyes, Lissa let down her puppy; who immediately began to sniff around with his nubbin of a tail wagging wildly. Anthony Hopkins also came through, his azure eyes examining the building they were in as he set his own pile down. “Forgive me but I never delved much into these Superhero movies beyond the script I was given. Isn’t Loki the one we should be running from?” the seventy year old man asked, startling when a loud noise came from the other side of the portal they had just come through. Whirling around, Jeremy began to close the portal just as Thor broke through her front door.
    The Thunder God’s eyes were wide and full of fear, one of his hand reaching for the disappearing hole. “Wait!” he called out just as the portal closed, leaving his fingers to brush over empty air. Over-balancing, the blonde panted heavily as he looked around with wild eyes and fought not to fall over on his handsome face. A horrifying sounding cough that sounded full of liquid came from the door he had just broken down, a thin figure leaning on the doorframe.
    “I told you they would not trust you,” spat a raspy baritone, full of pain and bitterness.
    “I didn’t hear you offer any better ideas brother,” sighed the defeated blonde, turning to face Loki with worried eyes.
    The taller, thinner male was bleeding heavily through a sword wound in his gut, a head wound from Thor to match. Making a strange, rattling, hacking sound deep in his lungs, the trickster spat blood before allowing his lean frame to sink to the linoleum. “Ever think that I wanted to allow them to get away? I don’t trust you to stay on my side at this moment,” he hissed, his pure green eyes tired and wary as blood matted his ebony hair to his forehead and cheeks.
    “You did attack me after all. You only decided to ‘save’ me because Odin came very close to killing me,” Loki continued, his grating, fluid filled voice sounding angry despite how tired he seemed.
    “I thought... Father said..,” the older, more muscular man began, only getting an unhealthy sounding laugh for his trouble. More blood bubbled free of the injured male’s mouth and he closed his glowing eyes as he leaned his head back against the wall by the doorframe.
    “I take you didn’t listen to a word mother said. Just listened to Odin as usual. No ‘brother’, I surrendered as soon as Lissa was safe as you saw. Yet he still saw fit to try to execute me,” whispered the Asgardian turned actor, more blood seeping out from under his hand due to the sword that had gone straight through him. Already, his body and magic were working to heal him but it would take much more time. Odin had used an iron sword, an implement that dampened his innate powers.
    “It does not make sense! Father is acting almost beyond reason! What is it about you that he fears so much?” the confused Norse deity asked, growing more afraid the more blood left his adopted sibling.
    “I don’t know anymore than you do. I’m just glad Lis and our child are safe. Though I have to wonder who formed the portal in the first place,” Loki replied, gurgling every time he breathed in and wincing every now and again as he felt his muscles slowly knitting themselves back together.
    “Do you have enough energy to follow? Maybe whoever helped them can help you as well. I don’t think you will survive long enough to finish healing yourself,” Thor whispered, his eyes shifting from the fallen mischief maker to look out the open door frame. So far, none of the warriors had followed; probably too stunned by his attack on his own father to retaliate.
    Loki only let loose a flurry of thick coughs, blood spraying into the air from his mouth as he gave a weak nod. “Just barely. But we aren’t going anywhere until you make me a promise. You promise me that you aren’t using me to get to my woman and unborn child,” he snarled, mistrust shining in his dilating eyes. It wouldn’t be much longer before he passed out from blood loss but he would rather die than lead the hordes of Asgard to his beloved.
    “Loki, we have no time...,” Thor tried, only to get a stone-faced expression in response.
    “I am serious. I will die before I open any portal until you promise me,” the fallen God insisted, the life slowly fading from his vibrant eyes.
    Lissa could only stare at where the portal had been, an uneasy feeling filling her gullet. The man she had previously known as Chris Hemsworth had looked scared but not for his sake. Rissa and Tony unpacked, oblivious to her rising anxiety. Only Jeremy hadn’t moved, watching her closely. She was just about to open her mouth to suggest the voice actor open the portal again when it opened by itself, dumping a critically injured Loki onto the stone floor. Blood spread from under his prone form as Thor quickly followed, Irons closing the portal as soon as they were through. “Loki!” Lissa screamed, horror filling her voice as she spun to see where the bag of first aid supplies had been set.
    Before she got too far, her former fiance was kneeling to place his hands on the fallen deity. “Easy dear, I can help him along enough that he won’t be bleeding,” the thespian assured, reassurance in his voice and eyes as blue light glowed around his hands.
    “What the fuck happened? Why are you here? You’re the one who brought the bastard here in the first place!” the frazzled, strained woman snarled, punching Thor in his face and only getting a sore fist for her trouble.
    “I’m sorry. I thought... I should have listened to mother but what she told me... I never thought father would try to kill Loki,” the deflated hero whispered, his normally tanned face an ashen grey from worry for his fallen brother. This made Lissa back off slightly, a light hiss leaving her as she pinched the bridge of her nose.
    “I guess he wasn’t kidding when he said you weren’t a genius. To be honest, death would probably be preferable to what Odin has in store for him,” she sighed, turning her gaze back to her lover as her friend and practical grandfather came to stand by her side.
    After endless moments, Jeremy had to pull back; his own face drawn and tired from the amount of power he had to expend. “I’m much too old to be doing all of this anymore,” he sighed, running his shaking hands over his face. The still unconscious Asgardian looked much better, all his wounds closed but still there to some extent. The rest of the healing would have to be done by his body and he would more than likely have some scarring. Still, he would survive.
    “I’ll get the blood,” Thor murmured, watching as Anthony Hopkins picked up his brother like he weighed nothing. Jeremy only nodded, getting to his feet to follow behind the older actor and Lissa as they went upstairs.
    “Just don’t make any trouble,” hissed Irons, his brown eyes shining with warning before they disappeared upstairs.
    Tony carried the frail looking trickster into an empty room, laying him gently on the bed before turning to look at his almost granddaughter. She looked on the verge of having a severe freak out. So, moving to take her into a hug, the elderly male placed a warm kiss on her cheek. “He’ll be fine darling,” he assured before taking his leave, giving Jeremy a strange glance on his way out. Said actor stayed where he was, placing a hand on Lissa’s shoulder. Neither of them spoke as she turned and burrowed herself into his chest, sobbing loudly as she released all of the fear she currently felt. All he could do was make soothing noises, petting her gently as they waited for Loki to awaken.
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