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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 enjoy this one. A lot is gonna happen fairly quickly now.

Chapter Nineteen: So, What Now?

    Lissa lay on the floor in front of him, the life fading from her beautiful eyes as blood poured from the sword sticking out of her womb. He could feel the coldness overtaking him as rage and pain roared through the sore where his heart used to be. “Do you think I would allow you to bring an abomination into the world Laufeyson? You are nothing but a monster and will only breed more of the same,” came a cold, cruel voice from behind him. Whirling around, he saw Odin standing there with unending hatred in his one eye. Letting out a war-cry that would have chilled even the most seasoned warrior’s blood, Loki was charging towards him; his hands glowing with power as he changed to his full Jötunn form.
    Then he was tearing into the older deity, low snarls leaving him as blood and viscera flew into the air in wide arcs. By the time he was finished, there wasn’t much left of the man that had taken him in as an infant. Looking down to spit on the God that had tormented him so much in his long life, he saw the face of his beloved looking up at him instead. Backing up, he began to sputter denials; looking down at the blood coating his pale hands. Looking over at where her body had been, he saw a blood covered little girl that looked hauntingly like him. Green-blue eyes glittered and him, black hair framing her bloody face. “Daddy...,” she whispered, reality flickering and distorting nightmarishly as he slid to his knees. A cold, familiar laugh came from the air itself as the room around him went black.
    Shoot upward with a gasp, the Norse deity disguised as an actor panted heavily as his vision slowly cleared. He was aware of a female voice soothing him as he tried to figure out where he was, let alone remember how he had gotten there. A hand gently landed on his left upper arm and he turned his head to see Lissa sitting in a chair beside the bed he was in. Blinking in confusion as his heart stuttered, everything faded away to the background as he reached forward with shaky fingers; stopping just inches from touching her cheek. “I saw you die... I saw our daughter... I killed you both,” husked his weak, quiet voice as he waited for her to simply disappear. Instead, she took his hand and forced him to touch her.
    As soon as his hand made contact, a tension went out of his lithe body as he sagged in relief. “Y-you’re real. You’re okay,” he breathed before he descended into heartrending sobs. His lover simply joined him on the bed, taking him into a hug and hushing him as he practically wrapped himself around her. His tears soaked into her shirt as he kissed her cheek, neck and anywhere he could reach as he reassured himself he wasn’t hallucinating.
    “It was just a dream Loki. Everyone is safe. Although you gave me quite a scare,” she replied, rubbing his back as he began to calm.
    Blinking, memories of what happened came back in a rush and his hold on her tightened almost painfully. “Odin tried to execute me not too long after you got away. It was only Thor punching him in the face that saved my life, though I did sustain a nasty stomach wound,” he hissed, pulling away slightly to see a scabbed cut where a gaping wound had been. Touching the area, he frowned slightly. He should be dead, Lissa certainly didn’t know magic. Then he was taking his first look around and noticed he was in a strange place.
    “Who opened the portal and healed me? It was the same person, I can tell by the signature of their magic. It feels almost familiar,” he mused his hand glowing as he examined the residual energy. It was like something he had felt long ago and had forgotten, almost like an old friend.
    “Jeremy, he’s an Asgardian like you are but he means us no harm. Tony and Rissa are here too,” replied the handler, placing her own hand on what was left of his injury.
    “Jeremy? He never seemed to be anything but a normal hu...,” he started, looking shocked at first; then he froze as recognition began to dawn on his handsome features like the sunrise. Melissa could only watch, smiling slightly despite her own anxiety about his wellbeing.
    “He... he was my magic teacher and then a very dear friend for many years before my true lineage was revealed,” he murmured, looking stunned. The woman in front of him nodded before leaning into him and nestling into his muscled chest.
    “Yeah, he explained all of this too me as well. At least you’re alive. I thought I was gonna lose you a few times there,” she murmured, her own voice clogged with tears as she began to shake. She could still clearly remember the amount of blood he had lost as well as just how rattley his breathing he had been. It had almost been as if she could feel his life slowly fading out of his body.
    Even after Jeremy had healed him, she had several moments where she thought he was going to die if she left his side for any moment. Even now when he was fully conscious, she didn’t fully believe he was going to be okay. She honestly wasn’t looking forward to him having any other confrontations with his father or his army. Yet she knew it would be inevitable. Thanks to Thor’s well meaning idiocy, Odin now knew Loki was still alive and that he had a pregnant lover. In fact, the patriarch’s behavior reminded her of a few tales from Greek and Roman myths. He almost acted like he feared the child the trickster Prince would father. A fact that honestly wouldn’t surprise me with the way most Gods seemed to work.
    According to some of the myths she had read, it all started with the Titan Kronos and went on to even Jupiter (the Roman version of Zeus). Kronos was had heard a prophecy that one of his children would destroy him and his people and forced his wife to give him all the children she gave birth to so he could devour them.   When she gave birth to Zeus, she gave him a rock wrapped in cloth instead and hid the newborn away. As he grew, his mother told him about his father and what he had done. Zeus ultimately ended up carrying out what Kronos feared most simply through the Titan’s own actions. Not that Zeus or his Roman counterpart were saints by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, they had very similar stories. “What if Odin’s afraid of you, of the child you would spawn,” she whispered out loud, looking up to see her lover’s reaction.
    Loki, who had been holding her and running a hand over her brown hair, blinked at the sudden revelation. He opened his mouth to object but then he really stopped to think about it. Odin had reacted much more violently to him taking a lover than anyone else, even other Jötunn. Before he had escaped, Thor had insisted peace be made with the frost giants and Odin had even allowed some of them to move into Asgard. From what Frigga had told him, there had been interspecies marriage and even some hybrid births and the elder male hadn’t had any reaction. It had just been him. In fact the patriarch was still reacting like that to the news of his new family, corroborating what Lissa had suggested. “Why on Earth would he be so afraid of a child that he would do such horrible things, even try to kill me when I’m clearly no threat anymore,” he whispered, his brow furrowing as his former assistant looked up at him.
    “Think about it Loki. Our literature is full of ‘myths’ about the same thing. I know you’ve read more than a few since you became Tom and probably even before then. Just think about it for a moment,” she urged, her gaze travelling and lingering on the scabbed wound on his abdomen. She only stopped looking at it when he yanked up her head to look him in the eyes.
    His blue-green eyes fixed on her chocolate colored ones as a thumb traced her cheek. “First of all, I’m safe and right here with you. Secondly, I agree with your observations after some more thought. Your assumptions are correct, I’m very aware of the Midgardian ‘myths’ about Gods. That means we’re in a lot more trouble than we thought,” the God of Mischief whispered, his baritone slightly gruff as he kept a tight hold on her face. Then he was releasing her to get out of bed, blinking when he found himself naked. The expression on his face as he looked up at her made her burst out laughing, dissolving the leftover tension she felt at once.
    The celebrity looked almost violated, knowing damn well she couldn’t have undressed him by herself with how much smaller she was. That left Jeremy Irons or Anthony Hopkins and it seemed like the thought of either of them seeing him naked disturbed him greatly. “It was only Jeremy. He and I thought that you waking up to see Tony would cause a huge problem after your encounter with Odin. As for why he took off your armor and clothes, they were coated in blood,” she declared, barely keeping back laughter. It was then her puppy decided to appear on the bed by her, his little tail wagging a mile a minute as he looked at the pair.
    “That was probably wise and I understand why you made him do that but that doesn’t mean I have to like the idea of my old mentor seeing my meat and two veg,” complained the Norse turned Englishman, faint amusement in his eyes despite his words.
    “Pfffft,” Lissa let out before she started laughing loudly at his very British slang for his, well, dangly bits. Soon he was joining in, the pair laughing away the past few hours of tension. The puppy on the bed panted happily, watching them with a smile on his furry face.
    When the hilarity finally faded, Loki simply made clothing appear on his lanky body. His canine counterpart hopped to the floor in response, looking up at his master as he waited for her to join them. “Come on darling, let’s let them all know I’m alive,” he declared, smiling down at the Corgi before holding his hand out to her. Nodding, the assistant got to her feet before taking her former client’s hand and allowing him to lead the way. Lo-lo bounded ahead of them, a goony smile on his muzzle as he made his way downstairs. This seemed to prompt Jeremy and Rissa to run up the stairs, nearly slamming into them on their way down.
    As the two separate pairs of people locked eyes, none of them seemed to know what to do. “Are you okay To... I mean, Loki?” the graying actor asked, his dark eyes full of concern for the both of them.
    “I’m feeling a lot better old friend,” husked out the taller man before he was sweeping his old teacher and current friend into a tight hug. The other Asgardian froze for a moment before wrapping his own arms around the man he still saw as a son.
    “Heh, does that mean you forgive me for almost marrying your mate?” he asked, humor tinging his deep voice. Loki stiffened at first then chuckled as he pulled away from the older man, the green more dominant in his eyes as they glittered.
    “Don’t push your luck old man,” warned the trickster, an arm winding unconsciously around his lover. Melissa groaned slightly but smiled as she kissed his cheek.
    “You don’t have to worry about me. She’s absolutely smitten, anyone with eyes can see it. Though you’ll have to learn to forgive the occasional flirt or snuggle. You aren’t the only one who loves her,” Irons challenged, quirking an eyebrow before turning and leaving the pair. Rissa, on the other hand, flung herself forward into her ‘sister’ before doing the same to Loki.
    “I’m just so glad you’re okay Mr. Hi.... er, Loki. You have no idea what Lissa was going through while you were out. If you had died...,” the redhead whispered, turning her gaze to her childhood companion briefly.
    “Rissa!” the brunette hissed, warning in her tone as her skin went cold with fear. Her friend flinched but smiled in understanding before turning around and going back down the stairs with a small wave. This left the pair in awkward silence, the God turned actor slowly swiveling to face her.
    “What happened Lissey?” he whispered, a displeased expression passing over his face when she avoided his glance and began to rub her arms nervously.
    When she began to inch down the stairs, he was grabbing her and pulling her back to him firmly by her waist. His hands came up to grip her upper arms as his brow furrowed slightly, his ebony hair hanging in his face. “Melissa...,” he husked out, his voice full of urgency as his eyes sought hers. The caught woman only whimpered pitifully, avoiding his gaze as she shifted in place.
    “Like I said, I thought I was losing you. Despite Jeremy healing you, I had a bit of a breakdown seeing you so pale and vulnerable. Him and Rissa had to restrain me to keep me from hurting myself,” she replied quietly, her voice low and shameful. Loki’s hands tightened ever so slightly before his thumbs were rubbing her soft skin in sync.
    “What did you do darling? You don’t bear any marks on your arms and there’s no scent of blood around you,” whispered his baritone, oddly gentle while sounding slightly worried. Closing her eyes, she continued to keep her head turned so she faced away from him as shame filled her. How could she explain the amount of despair that she had felt when she was sure he was going to die despite all their efforts.
    “I couldn’t be convinced you would be fine. I became hysterical and began to pull my hair and subconsciously scratch my upper arms. Jeremy ended up taking me into a bear hug while Marissa took on soothing duty,” she explained, the corners of her mouth turned down as she remembered the feelings and thoughts that flooded her head at that moment. It had been the most distraught she had felt since the death of her father, something that had happened long after the last of her siblings had died. She was the only one of her bloodline left. Her and this small dot of a child she now carried.
    A soft kiss was placed on her cheek before she was pulled into a protective, yet comforting hug. “My darling, darling girl. You need not do such things because of me,” he whispered, his normally composed voice shaky as well as slightly raspy. Then one of his hands was gently forcing her to face him so he could give her lips an achingly loving kiss.
    “Open your eyes and look at me pet,” demanded the deity, a shade of his former self in his voice. Lissa found she had no choice but to obey, chocolate meeting ocean blue when she did so.
    “I never want to hear of you trying to harm yourself again. Though, I must confess I would have probably done the same. That, or I would have started killing and not stopped until Odin or Thor put an end to me,” he murmured, green becoming dominant in his eyes for a second before he was continuing to lead them downstairs.
    Thankfully for the weary couple, no commotion started when they reached the ground floor. Tony, who had been pacing slightly, gave a big, relieved smile and swept Lissa into a hug. Despite his close resemblance to Odin, Loki didn’t feel intimidated or afraid of the man. Instead, he sensed the deep love the elderly man had for his beloved and simply accepted it. The assistant was very easy to like and tended to make friends with the stars she worked with. Even the foreign stars that came from America seemed to like her. He could share her to at least that extent.
    When Thor, who had been hiding in another, smaller room off to the side, came forward; Lissa stomped toward him and slapped him again. Only succeeding in hurting her hand again, the casually dressed femme let out a string of swears as she cradled the appendage. “Little sister, please. If you break your hand Loki will make mincemeat of me,” the much larger blonde pleaded, obviously not seeing his brother yet.
    “Well maybe you deserve it after nearly getting him killed! Fuck’s sake, you call him your brother,” she snarled, rubbing her hand sadly. This drew Loki forward and ultimately brought the God of Thunder’s attention to him as he took her hand and healed it.
    “I know, I blame myself entirely for what occurred. If it would make you feel better, I can always hit myself,” the man known as ‘Chris Hemsworth’ offered, lifting a closed fist to show he meant business.
    While it was tempting, Lissa shook her head before heading into the living area proper. The others followed closely, Loki sticking right by her side. Then she was taking a seat on the large couch, sighing as her current lover and ex sat on either side of her. Jeremy turned on the TV to see what was going on, only to be greeted with the glaring face of Odin as he stormed into a news station. Turning it back off, the older male swore bitterly as he ran a hand over his face. “What now?” Rissa whispered as Tony rubbed his own face. Just seeing the God that bore his resemblance had shaken him more than anything else had so far.
    “This is all real isn’t it?” the elderly actor whispered, looking a bit dazed as well as a touch nauseous. Lissa was on her feet again in a second, wrapping him in a tight hug.
    “I’m sorry Anthony. I should have never dragged you into all of this but Rissa is right, what do we do now? We don’t have a team of superheroes at our disposal now and even if the Avengers were around, I doubt they would help us anyway,” the brunette whispered, pulling away from him to look from Loki to Thor. Neither seemed to have any answers for her, not helping her feel encouraged about their chances.
    “You always have me dear,” came a kind, female voice, making everyone turn to see a very tall woman who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. She had a beautiful face that was both stern and kind at the same time. Her curly, sandy blondy hair was swept into a bun-like up-do and she wore the gold armor of her people. Before Lissa could ask who she was, both Thor and Loki were scrabbling to bow before her in supplication.
    “Mother,” they whispered in unison, nearly making the handler’s heart stop dead in her chest.
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