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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: This story is a bit of a risk for me as in the beginning it’s going to seem like any other Tom Hiddleston fic. It’s going to be a slow build to construct the world. Don’t worry, things will get weird a lot later if you can hang in there. (I really wanna avoid both trouble and spoilers.) Also, holy crap this exploded! o.o;; *shy wave to all the readers*

Chapter Two: Trans-atlantic Terror
    If there was one thing she hated more than packing, it was flying. Ever since she was a small child, she had an irrational fear of heights; making her move to England rather harrowing. After her father had passed away, Melissa simply didn’t want to live in America anymore and had her job transferred to an agency in Britain. She had then used some of her large inheritance to have her father’s car shipped over, the only thing she had bothered to take to remind her of her family. Having pictures would be too painful and would remind her too much of the many tragedies that had fallen in her life. At one point she had even wondered if her bloodline was cursed. Her phone buzzing in her pocket brought her out of her reminiscing and back to her current problem, Tom was waiting downstairs and she had to get on a plane with him.
    Making a face, the nervous female picked up a corgi plush that wore a green scarf and packed the item deep under her clothes in her large duffel bag. Loki was with Marissa while she was gone and she mostly had the plush to help her sleep. In the short time she had him, the puppy had almost become a huge part of her heart. Everytime she had to travel with Tom or one of her other clients, she had taken the plush in secret. Only a few of them actually knew about her small comforting device and the man waiting outside her house certainly wasn’t one of them. “Alright Melissa, you packed everything you need. Let’s go downstairs and let Mr. Sex down there know we’re okay,” she whispered to herself, wishing that she could just carry her plush like when she flew with Mr. Hopkins.
    Just the thought of going into the airport filled her with panic and the brunette did her best to reign in her fears. The last time she had been on a plane, she had to take tranquilizers just to get through it. She didn’t have this luxury with Tom since she made an effort to keep such things from him. She had only had a handful of couple hour flights with him and so far she had been able to just put in some headphones and focus on music. This would be a twelve hour flight at the least, she had no idea how she would make it through this without losing her shit. How would he react to hearing she was so afraid of something considered so safe? No, she wouldn’t be able to withstand the embarrassment.
    Squaring her shoulders; Melissa grabbed her duffel, her purse and a light jacket. While LA was warm, England was still quite cold and she needed to protect herself from the elements a bit. Giving her room once last once over, the jittery assistant headed downstairs as her phone went off in her pocket once more. “Yeah, yeah keep your shirt on Hiddleston,” she grumbled, graced with the image of said man shirtless. Blushing at this thought and inwardly scolding herself, the dark haired woman grabbed her keys before swinging open her door. There, right outside, was a very concerned looking Tom Hiddleston.
    The infamous english weather had dampened his long, dark curls, giving him an even sleeker look than before as his eyes scanned her for possible injury. “Are you okay? You weren’t answering your phone,” the too handsome male asked, his brow furrowing as he came into the entryway. His green-blue eyes swirled as he studied her face and she had a few breathless moments where her anxiety spiked. He was an actor, a method actor at that! Someone like him was bound to be able to read her easily. Jeremy had been able to do it even before they had gotten into a relationship and she found herself holding her breath as his gaze roamed her face.
    “You’re pale... Lissa, you look utterly terrified,” he whispered, the concern in his expression deepening as he tipped his luggage up and released it to cup her face in his hands. The coldness of his flesh caused a small squeal of shock from Melissa, breaking the tension like a soap bubble and drawing a chuckle from them both.
    “I’m just a bit nervous Tom, you know that,” she assured lightly despite her heart pounding in her ears and a cold sweat breaking out over her forehead. Of course, none of this was lost on the movie star.
    Green became much more dominant as he pulled her into a tight hug. “You’ve never been this scared of flying with me before. Please tell me what’s going on,” he whispered, nuzzling the top of her head in a way that made heat flush in her body.
    “It’s nothing Tom, really, I’ll be fine,” the suit wearing female sighed, the shakiness in her voice betraying the terror singing through her veins at the moment.
    Suddenly he was pulling away from her to give her a rather severe glance, the blue in his eyes nearly gone as he ran a hand through his soaked hair. “Don’t lie to me Lisey. You have worked with me long enough to know that not many can get away with it and I simply won’t accept such behavior from you,” he hissed, his voice a deep growl covered in steel that both made her knees knock and her womb pulse.
    “I... I’m sorry Tom. It just isn’t something I discuss with a lot of people,” she whispered, feeling a bit like a scolded child and blushing deeply.
    “You could have just told me that. I’m concerned but I’m not going to pry into your privacy. Please just tell me things like that instead of lying alright?” he requested before grabbing her duffel and his bag and heading out into the slight drizzle.
    Melissa could only stare after him, feeling a bit contrite and just a smidge ridiculous. Why had she thought even the smallest lie would fly with this man after how long she had worked with him? She had seen him easily pick up on the smallest things with others and could only chalk her inattention to this to her severe terror. Turning off the light, the young woman grabbed an umbrella before stepping out into the famous english rain. Tom was waiting under the small overhang over her door, a smile back on his pale face despite the small altercation earlier. Unable to help but return the smile, the brunette opened her umbrella and offered the much taller man a spot under it. “Maybe this would go better if you held it,” she suggested, looking up at him with amusement in her brown eyes. She only came up to just under his pectorals and he would have had to bend over quite far just to get under.
    Smirking in amusement, the dark haired star bent to grab the handle of the umbrella. Then he was opening it and holding it over them both, waiting for her to take the first step. “I could take my own bag,” she tried, knowing it would do no good. Tom only raised his brow in response, amusement clear in his once again blue-green eyes. The look on his face told her all she needed to know and her gray clad shoulders slumped in resignation.
    “Yeah, alright. Let’s get going,” she grumbled, moving down the steps with the actor close by her side.
    She had managed to keep her shit together so far, only displaying the nervousness she usually did when she flew with him. Once she was at the actual gate, however, she came very close to fainting. Twelve hours in the air, the mere thought of it made her sway slightly in place. Tom, who was right by her side, only gave her a worried glance as they chose their seats. A large pair of sunglasses graced his face in a useless attempt to disguise him. Though, for some reason, no one had bothered to approach them; something she was grateful for at the moment. She had to use this time before boarding the plane to gather her courage and try to get a handle on her growing panic.
    When they sat, she stared straight ahead; clasping her hands tightly in her lap as she took long, slow breaths. A hand covering hers startled her and she looked up to see Tom giving her a look full of concern and curiosity. His brow was furrowed as he studied her closely. His lips were pursed and she could practically see the wheels turning in his head. When the realization came, it was all over his handsome face and he was opening his mouth to say something. Thankfully they called for first class boarding before he could get it out and they were on their feet and moving. Still, even as they were rushed into the plane, she felt his eyes on the back of her head.
    She put her carry-on in the overhead bin first, opting to hold her purse in her lap. Then she was moving to the window as specified by her ticket. She was just about to sit down when she felt a grip on her upper arm. Looking up, sea green eyes met hers and she saw the taller actor looking very torn. He looked like he half wanted to offer her his seat and half wanted to let her take the window so he could shield her from the aisle. It seemed like being a gentleman was catching up with him and she very nearly giggled at him despite her growing terror. It was honestly kind of sweet and she patted the hand on her upper arm. “I’ll take the window seat like usual Tom. I can always close the shade once we’re in the air,” the young assistant offered, making the decision for him.
    Tom only gave her a slightly embarrassed smile before he released her arm to allow her to take her seat. Once the twenty-eight year old had settled, the dark haired actor took his own seat and grabbed one of her hands in his. “You’re afraid to fly aren’t you? It isn’t just a normal nervousness,” he murmured as the other passengers began to crowd into the plane. Feeling a bit ashamed, Melissa pulled her hand from his and focused her eyes on her lap.
    “It’s not flying, it’s heights. I’m petrified of heights. I can’t even drive across a suspension bridge without a panic attack,” she replied quietly, watching her fingers fist in the black suit pants she wore. Even now she could feel the familiar cold feeling in the pit of her stomach as her heart sped up in her chest.
    Suddenly his hand was grabbing hers again, giving the appendage a sharp tug as he pulled it into his lap. Then he was massaging her palm gently, his blue-green eyes completely fixed on her. “Take a deep breath and let it out slowly for me darling,” he urged quietly as the mob of people coming in jostled eachother to get in their seats. Yet, despite all the noise and frustrated sighing, Lissa found all of it fading away into the background as she did what he said. Slowly, her heart began to slow down and she felt a bit more grounded; albeit a bit ridiculous. She was here to do a job, not be coddled like a child.
    “Thank you,” she whispered in a shame filled voice, pulling from his grip to rummage in her purse. Soon she was bringing out a small MP3 player and a pair of overhead headphones.
    Before she could put the cushioned cups over her ears, she felt a staying hand on her wrist. “Keep that off for a bit would you luv? I feel like you’re trying to run away from me,” he half teased, some of his dyed locks falling into his shining eyes. Just hearing that made guilt shoot through her due to the fact that was what she was trying to do. Right now Lissa wanted to hide, to get away from the fact that he knew such an embarrassing secret about her now. She didn’t want special treatment or to be treated like a kid that was scared of a thunderstorm and some part of her was apprehensive that Tom would start doing just that.
    “Sorry, I’m just a bit ashamed that you had to find this out. I don’t want you to feel as if you have to go out of your way to offer me comfort or anything. I am here to do a job, not have my fears soothed,” she responded smoothly, her professional veneer firmly in place. All of that very nearly crumbled at the half amused, half hurt look the star gave her. Then he was taking both her hands in his as the expression on his pale face grew very serious.
    “You’ve been acting strange for the past few days, almost as if you’re trying to keep a professional wall up between us,” the pale actor sighed as the last stragglers trailed in and took their seats.
    “I’ve always acted in a professional decorum around you,” the brunette responded in a slightly offended tone.
    “Yes but never this cold or distant. You’ve almost treated me like a friend as well as a client. I’m used to having conversations with you and feeling a sense of camaraderie. Now it feels like I’m with anyone else from the agency. Have I done something wrong?” Tom elaborated, his tone soft and almost broken sounding.
    Melissa could only inwardly sigh as she cursed her hang-ups because of what happened with Jeremy. While she was at it, she also cursed Marissa for bringing up a long dead past. There was no benefit to bringing up what happened and she had to do her best to let it go for Tom’s sake. “No, no it’s not you Tom. I’ve had a lot on my mind lately,” she replied in a weary voice, the popping of the intercom nearly making her jump out of her skin.
    “Please make sure your seatbelts are buckled and your seats are in the upright position. We will be taking off momentarily,” came a staticy, almost bored sounding voice. Just hearing that made her need to keep the actor beside her at some sort of platonic distance disappear for her outright terror of earlier.
    A warm, large hand on her face turned her back to look at the lithe star and she found herself lost in the greens and blues of his eyes. “Good girl, keep your focus on me. Take a few deep breaths,” he suggested gently, smiling when she did just that.
    “Now, tell me a bit about your childhood. We’ve known eachother for a while now and you know everything about me while I know very little about you,” he cajoled, the blue in his eyes sparkling as she gave a small, breathless giggle.
    “There’s not much to tell really. My parents met when they were teens, typical highschool romance. He started his own business as a publishing company and he got rich very quickly, allowing my mom and him to get married,” she started, a bit shaky at first but getting more steady as she began to focus on her story instead of her surroundings. She was so wrapped up in it, she never noticed the plane shuddering to a start and moving down the runway.
    She got as far as a story about her and her sister picking on her younger brother when she suddenly came to the realization they were in the air. A cold panic filled her and she felt the sensation of the floor dropping away from her. Her steady breathing began to speed up with downright panic as she turned her earthy gaze to the still open shade. Tom, bless his soul, reached over and closed it before she could even clearly see how high they were. Then he was using the same hand to turn her head back to face him, a calm, yet firm look on his oval face. “None of that now. You were doing so good. Go on, what did Kelly do with the shaving cream,” he urged, trying to bring her focus back to her earlier tale. Giving him a nervous smile, she continued with small anecdotes and soon forgot where she was once more.
    “After Kevin died, my father and mother were never the same. I was the only child left and mom never recovered from that fact. She died soon after, leaving just my father. He tried to stay strong for my sake but being without my mother was hard for him. It was as if he was missing a vital piece of himself. It wasn’t too long after that he followed her,” she murmured, letting out a small yawn as she finished her story. She didn’t really want to go into so much detail about her life but Tom had insisted and it had proven to be a good distraction.
    The darkly dressed actor only looked down at her, sympathy and sorrow swimming in his expressive eyes. “To be so young and to go through so much,” he murmured quietly, his pale brow furrowed as he seemed to be thinking on something. Then he was lifting the armrest between them and tugging her against his side. Blushing, Lissa tried to pull out of his hold only to have him press a gentle kiss on her forehead.
    “It’s late Lisey. Get some sleep,” he urged, his arm a tight band of steel that held her against his warm body.
    Licking her dry lips as her heart raced in her throat, the brunette found herself taking in his scent as much as she didn’t want to. That wonderful, almost hypnotizing scent that was purely Thomas Hiddleston. If the stores ever found out how to make and bottle this smell, they wouldn’t have to do any further research on pheromones. The stores selling it would probably have to have armed guards just to keep the mob of women in line and that was just the problem. The man looked and smelled too wonderful for any red blooded female to resist, including her. As much as she still missed Jeremy, Melissa felt oddly drawn to Tom; as if he was using some invisible line to reel her in.
    Shaking herself from these thoughts; the assistant yawned once more, to her companion’s amusement. “Sleep luv. I’ll keep you safe,” he joked, some part of him sounding very serious. Giggling a bit in response, the exhausted handler nestled into his defined chest and allowed herself to drift off. Once she was out, the actor holding her began to pet her nearly black hair as a thoughtful look came on his handsome face. Green briefly became dominant in his eyes as he tenderly brushed a strand of hair out of her face.
    “Sleep and dream of happy things,” he whispered, a slight chill coming into the air that left as soon as it came. Then he was leaning back, keeping a watchful eye on the aisle as the female in his arms slumbered.
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