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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: Welp, time for Loki to make plans about what to do next. Should be interesting.

Chapter Twenty: Strange Army

    Lissa’s first instinct was to bow as well, Rissa and Anthony following suit. Jeremy had bowed as soon as she appeared and was smiling slightly at how flustered the trio of humans were. Shaking her head, the newcomer gave a kind smile before beckoning everyone to stand. “There’s no need for such formalities, not when we’re very possibly finding a war on our hands. Odin will not rest until he has imprisoned or killed Loki,” she sighed, her gentle eyes moving to Thor before a stern expression came over her face. Flinching, the blonde looked rather sheepish as he came toward her with a bowed head.
    To everyone’s shock except Loki’s, Frigga gave the taller male a hard bop on the head with the flat of her hand. “I told you not to go to your father about your findings. Did you truly not believe my words about what he would do? Or were you hoping there had been some mistake?” sighed the matriarch, her gray-blue eyes shining with sadness.
    “I just... I wanted to hear his side. I couldn’t believe father would do such a horrible thing or would want to hunt Loki down for no reason. Is it so wrong to want to have faith in my father?” he whispered in a tortured voice as his cerulean eyes shut and a tear slipped down his bearded cheek.
    “Thor... there’s a difference between wanting to trust someone and just being foolhardy. If you went to Odin before, what’s to stop you from going to him again and giving away our position,” the trickster pointed out from behind him, wrapping an arm around Melissa’s waist as he kept an eye on the pair in the middle of the room.
    The fact that the Norse God of Thunder slumped didn’t help encourage their confidence in the well-meaning male and the room filled with an icy silence. Suddenly the temperature took a severe nosedive, Loki’s pale skin going a light shade of blue as his form went from Asgardian to Jötunn in an instant. Frigga only grimaced before stepping away from her elder son, moving to stand on the other side of Lissa. Then the taller, enraged deity was storming forward, a snarl on his upper lip as he bore down on his brother like some demon from Hel. With the swiftness of a striking cobra, the transformed male grabbed his sibling’s throat before lifting him off the ground as if he weighed nothing; his teeth bared. “Thor Odinson, you tell me right now if you will betray me again! If you would dare to put my family in jeopardy because of your misguided attempts to redeem your father in your eyes! Because, I swear on the life of my beloved and our unborn child that I will never forgive you if that has been your goal from the beginning! I told you back in Melissa’s kitchen that I would rather die than bring you here unless you swore to me you wouldn’t try to betray me again once we got here. Are you so dishonorable as to go back on your word to a man who was dying?” snarled the mischief maker, looking every bit the murderer he had been centuries before.
    Swallowing, the older God made no attempt to pry his brother’s hand from his throat and simply stared into his eyes. Choking slightly, his sky blue eyes shifted to the handler he had known so well in his time as Chris Hemsworth. She looked utterly terrified as well as a bit angry. Instantly, guilt filled him for causing such a big upheaval for the female as well as the man currently holding him in the air. He was guilty of assuming Loki was planning another takeover, using the brunette to breed him an army of soldiers while he used the Midgardians that already worshipped him to do his bidding. Now, now he could see the other man had just been trying to lead a peaceful life and he felt deep shame. “I will not break my word. I swear on Jane’s undying soul,” he rasped, his voice no more than a gurgle due to the pressure on his voicebox.
    Snarling, the still transformed being tossed Thor aside before taking a deep breath to calm himself. “If you are to join us, you will have to fight against Odin. If you aren’t prepared for that, you need to leave,” Loki hissed, his skin gradually changing back as his temper cooled. Jeremy, who had been watching the exchange silently, came to stand behind the former Prince to show his support; his dark eyes glimmering with warning. A fact that seemed to confuse the crown Prince until he seemed to look from Loki to the man he knew as an actor only.
    “I will fight for you brother but we have little hope of defeating the armies of Asgard,” sighed the weary man, running a large hand through his flaxen locks as recognition shone in his orbs.
    “While we may not have the Avengers, I do have an army of my own. I wonder if they would follow me if things came down to it. I wonder if they would even believe what was going on,” murmured the Trickster Prince, his brow furrowed as he seemed thoughtful. Lissa knew immediately what he was talking about and almost laughed out loud despite how dire the situation was.
    Of all the people in the world, a group of rabid fangirls was their best shot. It was almost enough to make someone cry if it weren’t so horribly hilarious. “They’d have very little choice with Odin forcing his way onto the air. There’s a chance they might think its some sort of promotion for the new movie. At least until he actually starts sending out the armies of Asgard to find us. I have to wonder just how far he’s willing to go,” Lissa pointed out, giving a nervous smile to the older female beside her. She wasn’t too encouraged when Frigga only looked grim.
    “You don’t want the answer to that. He’s willing to kill as many as it takes to get to Loki or you. If he ever finds out you’re pregnant...,” the taller warrior femme whispered, shuddering slightly. The assistant only rubbed her arms as her heart sank. Even with the huge amount of followers he had, they didn’t stand much of a chance.
    Loki only gave a nod before walking over to stand on Melissa’s other side, his arm wrapping loosely around her waist to keep her close. “Yes, I don’t think he knows you’re pregnant. Otherwise he’d have likely gone after you based on the hypothesis you told me. Whatever we decide to do, we have to do it quickly,” the trickster sighed, frowning slightly before he froze and his face lit up.
    “If Odin can use the news to hunt for me, why not use my magic to do the same on a wider scale. My magic may still be a bit weak but I should be able to create a connection long enough to...,” he pondered to himself, pacing slightly before he moved to the middle of the room once again.
    Bracing his feet and taking in a deep breath, Loki closed his blue-green eyes as he held out his right hand. Green magic flowed from his palm to surround his hand and upper arm, his pale brow furrowed in concentration as a large portal formed in front of him. Yet it didn’t seem like the type of portal they could go through, more like a flat screen TV that allowed them to see the world through it. The screen grew to take up much of the room, a blinding white at first. Then several squares flickered to life on the strange window, each showing the bewildered face of either individuals or groups of people. Opening his eyes, he gave the huge, shimmering projections an apologetic smile. “Hello there, I don’t mean to cause alarm or panic as I have no idea how many have seen the news yet but I have to try to get through to you. A lot of you may not know me. A lot of you may know me as Tom Hiddleston, the actor who played Loki. If the news broadcast is still going and you have seen it, you more than likely have seen Odin announcing his intent to hunt me down,” he announced to the billions of people.
    “Those of you who have seen this may think it was a publicity stunt for my new movie. Unfortunately that’s far from the truth. As you can see by the floating portal in front of you, I am really Loki Laufeyson,” he continued, wincing at the billions of quiet gasps at his confession.
    “If you want more information about what is going on, I would gladly set up a meeting place to explain any questions. As things are, we are looking at a full scale war just to capture me and those I care for. If anyone should wish to hear more, place your hands on your screen and you will be teleported somewhere that’s safe to meet. I really wish to try to avoid any deaths before people believe me and I hope to see you all soon,” he finished, dispelling the screen with a wave of his hand.
    Then he was bending forward to grasp his upper thighs as he fought to catch his breath. Both Frigga and Lissa ran to him in unison, Jeremy getting there first due to staying near Thor. Rissa and Anthony watched helplessly from their positions, not wanting to crowd the man when they would be of little help in the first place. “I’ll be fine in a few minutes. Come, we must travel to the small dimension I made to meet with these people. It was just something I had thrown together but it’ll do for our purposes. I just hope people showed up. I would have to do this again after Odin starts killing off innocents,” rasped the exhausted deity, his ebony hair hanging slightly in his sweaty face as he leaned heavily on Jeremy.
    “Allow me to form this portal. I can trace your magic since I taught you how to wield it,” the older Asgardian murmured, raising his hand as the others prepared to enter to portal. On the other side of the shimmering oval, there looked to be a blank room. Almost something a game programmer would use as a placeholder while building an environment. Inside was a shocking amount of people. Not nearly the billions that comprised the human population but certainly a fair amount.
    Nodding wearily, Loki allowed his former teacher and current friend to lead him through. Next came Thor, Frigga escorting Lissa through as Anthony and Marissa followed. The older actor still looked shell shocked while the redhead beside him almost looked excited, her aqua eyes fairly glimmering as she bounced on the balls of her feet. The crowd that waited for them went silent, staring at the newcomers that had come through the opening. When they saw just how exhausted the God of Mischief seemed, a murmur of disquiet went through the room. Then the attention shifted to Frigga and that murmur became downright shock. It was then the man the crowd knew as Chris Hemsworth stepped forward to hold up his hands for attention. “Peace, please. We mean no harm here. We just want to talk to you, tell you what’s going on,” he called, his voice artificially amplified by a quick spell from Jeremy.
    Suddenly, there was a huge commotion in several parts of the crowd; people jostling out of the way as some people in particular seemed to be heading to the front. Amused, Lissa watched as a huge group of women and some men in a wide age range gathered to stare up at Loki. Even without the shirts, the twenty-eight year old knew she was looking at group that labeled themselves as his army. All of them wore expressions of awe as well as faint disbelief and the tired God gave a nod before pulling himself away from his former mentor. Placing a hand on his throat briefly, the man who was known as Tom Hiddleston began to speak. “I imagine a lot of you have a lot of questions. Some of you may even still have doubts this is happening even now. Thor, summon Mjölnir,” he commanded, gesturing to the slightly shorter man by his side.
    The bearded, armored male winced for a second before nodding and gesturing the crowd to step back. As soon as everyone was a safe distance away, the former Avenger held up his right hand as if he was holding an invisible hilt and braced himself. In seconds, lightning descended from the ceiling as thunder clapped loudly; one of the arcs of electricity touching his raised fist. In that instant, a heavy looking, short handled sledgehammer materialized. Bringing down the slightly smoking weapon, Thor’s bearded face broke into a nostalgic grin. “Hello old friend. It appears there may yet be a use for you,” he whispered, placing it in a holder on his belt.
    The gathered people gasped as one, the large group in the front looking awed as well as slightly fearful. “I’m sure there’s a lot that needs to be explained. Why we were disguised as actors, how much of the movies are real, just how is all of this possible. With the help of my friends, family and fiance, I can explain all of it,” he stated, gesturing to Jeremy as well as the people behind him. One of them being a thoroughly stunned Melissa. In fact, her jaw was hanging open as she tried to reconcile what he had announced. Lovers sure, boyfriend and girlfriend okay but outright declaring she was his fiance when he hadn’t even asked her to marry him. Something inside of her ached at the fact that he hadn’t asked but circumstance were beyond anything what any of them had expected to happen.
    Stepping forward when he held out his hand to her, she took in his apologetic expression as he kissed top of her hand. Giving him a smile to show she understood, she stood by his side and kissed his cheek affectionately as he wrapped a protective arm around her waist. This, of course, made the females in the front group go stiff as they began to give off an aura of jealousy. Some of them even began to grumble slightly, earning a low growl from the powerful being. “Foolish Midgardians! Are you so stupid as to think you can command who I fall in love with?! Who I choose to start a family with! If you will stand against me simply because of the fact I didn’t choose you then you are not welcome. I belong to no one but myself!” he hissed, his words echoing in the empty room.
    The jealousy was rapidly replaced with a sense of shame and faint fear, Loki continuing to glower at the front group before focusing his gaze on all the people taking up the seemingly endless room. “As for all of you, this is a fairly long story so I suggest you listen well,” he announced before launching into the long tale of how the movies he had been Loki in were part of their ancient history. By the time he was finished speaking, hours had passed and his voice was getting hoarse. That was when Lissa took over, going over what he had told her about how he had ended up as Thomas Hiddleston and how they had met. She finished with how she had found out his secret as well as Chris finding out and showing himself as really being Thor.
    When the entire tale was finished, the crowd stared at him as they absorbed the information. “If there are any questions, me and my son Thor will be happy to help you. Right now, Loki needs to recuperate. Communicating with you as well as creating this room has worn him out,” Frigga announced as Jeremy formed a portal to transport Loki back so he could rest. Unwilling to be parted from Lissa, the deity kept her close to him as he made his way to the shimmering hole.
    “Stay with them Jeremy. They’ll need you to teleport back when finished. Mari, Sir Hopkins, you should stay as well to help with plans. I want Lissey with me,” the worn, swaying male delegated before pulling his lover through with him; looking grateful to be back in the repurposed castle Irons owned.
    Running a hand over his draw features, the overtired male began to head toward the kitchen; tugging his former handler behind him. “I need a nap but first I need to eat,” he explained, nearly tripping over his own feet.
    “Sit Loki, you’re dead on your feet. I’ll make you a quick, hot meal of soup but I want you to stay right where you are,” Melissa ordered, her assistant instincts kicking in as she flew to the cupboard. Within moments, the brunette had a hearty potato soup and a grilled cheese cooking. Next she was grabbing him a glass of cold water, handing him the chilled cylinder and sitting beside him as he downed it gratefully.
    “Thank you luv. Stay by me while the food cooks would you? I feel a bit antsy at the moment. I’m unsure which side Heimdall is on or if he is merely serving as a gateway. If he is simply opening the paths with no leaning one way or the other, there is every possibility we’ll be okay until Odin figures out our position. The fact that he allowed mother to come here is a good indication he’s taking the path of neutrality. Still, I will not rest until I know for sure. With his vision, it would only be a matter of time until he led Odin here,” the former thespian sighed, wrapping an arm loosely around her waist as he pulled her into his lap.
    Instead of being an amorous action, it was one of protection as well as reassurance for both parties that the other was alright. A nose burrowed itself in her silky locks as a sigh breathed out of a muscled chest. “I will not lose another family. Until this is all over, I want you near me at all times. Despite his oath, I don’t entirely trust Thor not to let go of transgressions long in the past,” he declared just as the timer went off to signal his food was finished cooking. Reluctantly, the Norse God released her to get his food; taking the plates from her before she could set them down.
    Noticing the tense set of his broad shoulders, Lissa pulled her chair up close to his so she was leaning right against him. It was only then that he relaxed and began to eat, the food disappearing within a matter of moments. “Are you still hungry? I could make more...,” the handler began, her hard-coded assistant instincts telling her to make sure he was taken care of. She even moved to get up before he was snagging her waist and pulling her back onto his lap. His hot breath on the nape of her neck as well as the hardness below her told her he was hungry for something and it had nothing to do with food.
    Next thing she knew, they were in their room; both of them naked as he covered her body with his. “Loki, you should...,” she began before his lips met hers in a manner that almost seemed starved.
    “I need you Lis... I’ve need you since this morning. I almost died and could still lose you. I need... I need to be sure you’re really here with me,” rasped the distraught male above her as his mouth took her right breast and began to suck. Any further protest died on her lips as a pleasured moan left her, her back arching as her hands came up to rest on his upper back.
    “Say yes for me luv. Tell me this is okay with you,” he whispered urgently, his hands coming to rest on her hips as he let go of her breast to look into her eyes.
    Reaching for him, Melissa pulled him into a heated kiss; her tongue dominating his mouth as she reached between their bodies to grasp his erection. This made Loki unleash an animalistic snarl as he shuddered violently. Still, he managed to hang onto his control with the barest of threads; his jade green eyes begging her to give him permission. To say the one word he needed to hear. To say the rush of power this gave her didn’t go to her head would be lying and the normally shy woman smiled slightly as she began to move her hand slowly along his obviously aching length.
    Breathing stuttered as a low whimper left the shuddering deity who still held himself above her. “Lissey, please. Darling please, n-not like...,” he gasped, his hips jerking as his jaw tensed from the effort of keeping himself from cumming simply from her movements. Kissing under his chin, she removed her hand and licked her palm as he watched; the way his chest hitched stoking the fire inside her.
    “Yes Loki, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard and fast,” she whispered, her heart jumping slightly when he immediately rolled her onto her stomach.
    Eager hands lifted her so she was on all fours, one of them leaving her hip to press on her upper back so she was angled toward the mattress. “Spread,” came a raspy demand, sounding so much like the God she had seen in the movies. Complying with a soft moan, she gripped the sheets as she felt him rub himself along her sensitive slit. She could feel his hooded head delving inside her briefly, just enough to drive her crazy before pulling out to rub himself along her.
    “Beg for me,” came his guttural baritone by her ear just before he gave the scruff of her neck a hard bite.
    “Please sir, please. Allow me to worship you with my body,” she sighed, words from one of her more erotic fantasies spilling from her lips. Before she had found out the truth about ‘Tom’ as well as her world, she had often had dreams of the ever angry Loki taking her like this; demanding she give him proper tribute. While frightening, it had often had her waking up with her panties soaked through.
    Letting out a hiss, he grabbed her hips in both hands as he slowly slid home; every ridge and vein rubbing against her quivering walls. Groaning in unison, the pair stilled, Loki panting raggedly as he moved his hands to brace on the mattress. It was like the calm before the storm and Lissa felt her blood sing with anticipation. The man pressing against her back placed a kiss between her shoulder blades before he was moving in quick, hard thrusts, the tip of him hitting her cervix every surge forward. All at once, she found herself back in the cabin when he was in heat; only much more urgent and precise.
    The sound of his hips hitting hers punctuated their moans, his lean body beginning to shudder as he grew close to his edge. A hand moved between her legs to fondle her throbbing clit and she let out an almost distressed keen as she rubbed her cheek along the sheet under her. “Come on baby. I know you want to. Cum for your God and show him just how much pleasure he brings you,” came an arrogant coo, slight strain to his tone as his thrusts began to become erratic. His words were like a fuse being lit and she was exploding with a wail of his name as she felt him spill hotly within her. She was vaguely aware of him pulling out to bundle her into his arms, his lips travelling her face as she slipped into a peaceful slumber.
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