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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: Yep stuff, boy I love me some stuff. |3

Chapter Five: First Day
    The shrill sound of her alarm caused both of them to sit up with startled expressions, Tom’s arms instinctually wrapping around her. “Easy there, it’s just time to get you in the shower and start our day. Now go on, I’ll call for some breakfast,” Lissa urged drowsily, pulling herself free before his scent could work its magic on her. She didn’t see the look on the actor’s face before she had pulled away to gather her clothes for the day. For just a moment his eyes had been a pure, jade green and his skin had been just a bit more pale than usual. Then he was back to normal, shaking his dark haired head as he made his way to the bathroom.
    “Yes, hello. I would like to order a couple breakfasts,” the assistant announced into the phone, doing her best to ignore what had happened between them last night. No matter what he said, she just couldn’t allow this to get any deeper.
    Soon Tom was finishing up a plate of scrambled eggs while Lissa checked her messages. “Okay, after your special appearance we should have a few hours before you have to show up in the ‘Green Room’. I imagine you’ll want to have some time with your fellow celebs. You can spend as much time as you want since you have the rest of the day free,” she announced, putting her phone down and taking a swig of coffee with a grimace. She absolutely hated the black sludge but she need some caffeine if she was going to get through this surprise appearance in one piece. As it was, the actor was going to have to disguise himself; making her very glad for the fact he already had one handy. Though they should come up with some way to hide his face. This wasn’t like the club, where people were too drugged out to notice their own feet. These people had seen the Avengers as well as the first Thor movie and were far more likely to recognize him and spoil the surprise. Maybe they could stick to the service elevators.
    “I think I’ll only stay in there a couple of hours. I have more important things to focus on than a bunch of actors that are full of themselves,” he replied, a strange edge to his voice that drew her attention. For just a brief moment, the expression on his pale face was one of absolute disgust and derision. Then it faded for his normal neutral expression as he reached for his own coffee.
    “You shouldn’t say that. You know it’s good for you to make as many friends in the business as possible. It’s all about who you know after all,” she replied, a worried look on her pale face. Despite all her wishes for last night to just blow over, it seemed like her wayward charge was determined to hang onto it. She wasn’t stupid, she knew exactly why he wanted to blow off time in the ‘Green Room’ and she wasn’t about to let herself become a distraction for him.
    “Besides, I already told you, we can’t do this Tom. You are going to stay in the ‘Green Room’ and we are going to continue to act like assistant and client until this convention is over,” she declared, getting to her feet to gather their plates and put them outside their door. She only stopped when she felt a semi-harsh grip on her upper arm. Turning her head, she saw the star giving her an absolutely frightening look. His eyes had once again become a vibrant jade green and his jaw was tensed as he nearly glared down at her.
    “And I believe I told you that I’m not willing to accept that. I’ll do as you ask but I will not act as if there is nothing between us,” he hissed before he released her and took a deep breath, running a hand over his dark curls.
    “Tom?” Melissa whispered hesitantly, rubbing her arm where he had grabbed her. Almost immediately he looked apologetic and submissive, a sharp contrast to what she had seen a few seconds earlier.
    “I’m so sorry Lissey. I didn’t mean to... I’m not used to you ordering me around like that. There’s no excuse. Please, let me see,” he whispered, his eyes back to their normal blue-green shade.
    “No, it’s okay. I was just surprised is all! You didn’t even hurt me,” the brunette found herself reassuring as she pulled up the sleeve of her black suit. There wasn’t even so much as a bruise marring her skin, making the stressed male relax significantly.
    “Now go get dressed. We have a lot to do today,” she urged, giving him a smile. Tom only gave her another apologetic glance before slinking into the bathroom like a scolded cat. The image was so odd that Lissa found herself giggling, immediately getting rid of the left over tension.
    Soon the suite was a flurry of movement, Melissa handing her charge his trusty black bag. “I hope you have something to cover your face or that the housekeepers know how to get through unseen,” she called, pocketing a couple cans of pepper spray just in case. She wasn’t very big or strong and she had to make sure she could protect Tom in case the worst happened.
    “Don’t worry about it. I have everything covered,” assured his accented voice, the slight gruffness doing horrible things to her insides.
    “Oh my dear, sweet Thomas. You have no idea what you’re in for do you,” she sighed. While this was her client’s first con, it certainly wasn’t hers. Before she had joined the agency, she had gone to several; the biggest being the San Diego Comic Con. Tom may be used to large groups of crazed fans, but this would be an entirely different animal. If any of these people recognized him, let alone got wind of just why he was here, it would start an all out frenzy.
    When Tom came out with his planned disguise, even she had to admit it was a good one despite being extremely risky. He wore the wig that mimicked his untampered hair, a large pair of sunglasses and that strange mouthpiece that had been forced onto Loki at the end of Thor. “Where did you get that? Did they just give it to you as a souvenir?” she asked, eyeing the intricately carved metal. It looked... real almost. As if it had been designed with the purpose of causing discomfort and keeping the wearer silent. It also looked as if it had been made out of real metal, not the lightweight foam of a movie prop.
    Raising her eyes to look at Tom’s face, she saw an oddly bitter expression on his face. “Yes, a souvenir. I guess you could say its something like that,” he sighed, giving a brief grimace of distaste before placing the thing over the lower half of his face. As soon as it clicked into place, his eyes blazed a deep red for a split second; making Lissa’s breath catch in her throat. Had she really seen that or had she just hallucinated it.
    “Uh, er, let’s go. You should have no problem passing for an original character of some sort,” the young woman chirped, trying to shake off what she had just seen but a few small things were beginning to add up. Calling herself ridiculous, the handler helped the actor put on his iconic leather armor and covered that with a large, brown cloak.
    Soon the pair were taking the service elevator down, doing their best to avoid the crowds as much as possible. “It’s times like this I wish you weren’t so tall. At least we aren’t the weirdest ones out there,” Lissa sighed, staring at the mass of people that was between them and their destination. She felt a hand on her shoulder drawing her gaze up to her overgrown ward. The much taller male was giving her a reassuring glance before leading the way. The entire way, he made sure to keep his body between her and the huge press of attendees.
    “Be on the lookout for Hall H,” she called through the din, hoping he heard and prying to all that was holy that they didn’t get separated. She knew nothing was likely to happen but being a female in the midst of a huge crowd of nerds was an intimidating prospect. To her relief, the disguised star tightened his grip on her hand as he continued to weave them through the crowd.
    Thankfully they reached their destination unmolested, only to be swarmed by Chris Hemsworth and his entourage of people. “Where’ve you been Hiddleston! You were almost late for your big reveal. Get your wig back on or whatever,” the man who played Thor boomed, a grin on his bearded face as he clapped the thinner man on the back just a bit too hard. That comment made Melissa just the tiniest bit confused. Didn’t Hemsworth know that Tom was wearing a wig already?
    “Yeah yeah, just give me a second,” the harried looking star sighed as he removed the metal cover with a grimace on his handsome features. Handing the cover to her, Tom walked off into a backstage area; making Lissa even more curious. Why didn’t he just pull off the wig right here and hand it to her as well. Giving Chris a shy smile, the midnight clad woman moved to the small area her client had gone into. What she saw made her jaw nearly drop through the floor.
    Tom placed his hands on his forehead and moved them backward slowly, his hair turning the dark shade she had seen since he had taken the part once more. Even the length changed back to just brushing his collar, making her wonder if she was seeing things or not. No, there was just no way this was possible! Tom Hiddleston did not just change his hair using his bare hands like Loki would. Her heart racing in her chest, she slowly backed away; moving back into the area where Chris and his three handlers were waiting for their cue. “Are you okay Miss Einsil? You look a bit pale?” the scraggly looking male asked, concern shining in his cerulean eyes.
    “Huh? Uh, y-yeah... I just... I thought I saw... nevermind,” the young woman whispered, suddenly finding her black suit pants very interesting. What she had seen had been utterly ludicrous. Who on Earth would believe her? Poor Chris would think she had finally snapped under the strain of taking care of Hiddleston by herself.
    “Lissey? What did you see?” came a concerned voice by her ear, nearly making her jump out of her skin as she whirled around to face the source. There stood Tom, looking as harmless as ever.
    “Where’d you put your wig from earlier?” came out of her mouth before she could stop it. This question rocked the taller male back on his heels just slightly, green slowly taking over his eyes as a cold expression briefly flashed across his oval features. Then it was erased by his usual warm smile, the joy not reaching his eyes as his gaze bored into her.
    “I put it in my pocket,” he replied, his cold eyes daring her to challenge his claim. Lissa only nodded, her eyes slowly roaming to his skin tight, black leather pants. An action that wasn’t missed by the watchful celebrity. Every line of his body screamed of tension as he seemed to silently demand that she not push this any further.
    Blinking a bit at the steadily rising dread in her chest, the twenty-eight year old forced a shaky grin. “You’ll be on after Chris. They’ll give you a pretty obvious visual cue,” she announced, simply letting the matter drop just like that. Despite all the questions whirling around in her head, she doubted it would be very smart to start a ruckus in the middle of the world’s largest Comic Con. Tom only narrowed his eyes, contrasting his bright smile before moving into position behind Chris, allowing his scent to hit her. It still had an effect on her, making her subconsciously squeeze her thighs together as she tried to gather her frantic thoughts.
    There had to be a rational explanation for what she had seen! Sure! All men had the ability to change their hair on a whim! She certainly hadn’t taken any psychedelic drugs so that at least ruled that out. Still, that didn’t have to mean Tom Hiddleston was fucking Loki or vice versa! He could be anyone and was just taking on the shape of Loki, sure. How many other shapeshifting beings did she know of? None! Suddenly everything went black, breaking her free of her swirling, disjointed thoughts with a shock. Then Tom was moving to the stage, drawing her to give him a sincere ‘good luck’ despite the confusion going on inside her brain.
    The moment his boots hit the stage, the Tom she knew changed instantly into Loki Laufeyson. His posture, his eyes, even his scent were entirely different; speaking of a power and nobility most actors couldn’t hope to portray in a lifetime. Seeing this only deepened her earlier suspicions and she felt a chill run through her blood as the man turned God walked onto center stage. “Humanity, look how far you’ve fallen. Lining up in the sweltering heat for hours. Huddling together in the dark, like beasts,” he boomed, his voice easily carrying in the room despite the fact he hadn’t been given a mic. Just hearing the first few lines already sent fans into screams of approval.
    By the time the lights came on, mimicking lightning to center on his figure; there were many women chanting his name. Like the arrogant man he now was, ‘Loki’ spread his arms as he approached the lip of the stage. Just seeing all of this only made Lissa’s head swim even more and she began to feel faint. Her mind was stuck somewhere between this being utterly impossible and making entirely too much damn sense! His arms were spread out as he almost seemed to bask in their regard, a cruel, cold look on his pale face as he began to point at the screaming crowd. The more she observed, the less it seemed like he was playing a character; especially coupled with what she had witnessed earlier. Then a smirk curled his lips as he unleashed a cold laugh amidst frantic chants of his name. Lights shined off his black, gold and green armor, only helping the illusion for the crowd but cementing things in Lissa’s head. She was one of the only people in the room that knew they were looking at an actual norse God. The knowledge nearly made her faint then and there.
    When he tired of their chants, he raised a finger to his lips; gaining instant silence. “I am Loki, of Asgard and I am burdened with glorious purpose,” he announced, his voice the signature growl that made her toes curl and insides quiver. Yet, under that, there was a strong current of fear. If this was Loki disguised as a human, how much of the movies were true? Did he still want to conquer Midgard and Asgard as his own? Should she warn people? Who would even believe her? All these questions and more filled her head, very nearly making fer faint from the sheer amount of confusion.
    “Stand back you mewling quim!” he snarled at the two that were on the stage. Chris dutifully fell back in surprise while the other scampered away. This only seemed to amuse the dark God that people had no idea really was a God. He unleashed another cruel laugh before turning back to the crowd. Oh how she just wanted to run, to get out and never be heard from again. Anything would be preferable to waiting for this to end so she could escort him back to their shared room. ‘Besides, why would he need me for protection,’ the female thought a bit hysterically, her eyes moving like she was a trapped animal.
    “The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life’s joy in a mad scramble for a place in this chamber. In this meager palace of Midgard the arena they call Hall H,” he continued, sounding chiding and derisive as he paced. How could no one hear the very true conviction of his voice, not feel the power rolling off him in thick waves as he moved.
    ““Where are your Avengers now?” Say my name,” he flung out arrogantly, fully expecting a response. He wasn’t disappointed, getting one immediately.
    “Say my name,” he urged again, even motioning with his hand. Once again he was granted with an immediate response, causing a shudder of fear to run through Lissa. Even if people did believe her, it certainly looked as if the God had already gotten his goal. After all, there was more than one way to gain world domination. Having a legion of loyal fans willing to do whatever you said was pretty damn close.
    “Say my name,” he demanded almost angrily, beginning to pace in an agitated manner, his now green eyes almost blazing with an inner fire.
    “SAY MY NAME!” he screamed, stopping in the middle of the stage to raise his hands and bask in their cries. Then he was giving them a downright devious grin, full of dark promise. A look that made her skin tingle with fear. Yet, despite every instinct inside of her screaming for her to flee, Melissa stayed right where she was. Then the God was striding off the stage with a cocksure grin on his handsome face, waving to the room full of screaming women behind him.
    As soon as he eyes landed on her, however, a cold, calculating look came onto his face. Gripping her upper arm in a slightly too tight grip, the leather clad male was leading her swiftly through the throng of gathering people. Most of them tried to stop him for an autograph and he even did for a few of them but, for the most part, he simply kept moving toward their room. It was only when they made it to the service elevator that Lissa even dared to look up at him. The actor looked both livid and apprehensive, a muscle ticking steadily in his cheek as the small, metal object crawled its way up the floors. All too soon they were at their floor and the man she knew as Thomas led her to their room, the temperature around them steadily dropping as they moved.
    He shoved her into the room before locking the door, his breath leaving him in harsh pants as he began to pace; mirroring what he had just done on stage. “How much do you think you know? What did you see?” he growled, his voice a low rasp that made fear percolate in her stomach.
    “I...I... I saw you change your hair. You’re... you’re Loki aren’t you? And I don’t mean the character. I mean, you’re really Loki of Asgard,” she whispered is a quiet voice, her knees shaking as his jade green eyes seemed to almost burn a hole into her very soul.
    The man who called himself Tom only gave her a stare before his shoulders slumped and he released a bitter sigh. “Yes, you’re correct. I am Loki Laufeyson,” he answered, no sign of any hesitation using his birth name. A fact that surprised Lissa more than anything elses had. From what she had seen, it was finding out he was an Ice Giant that had started the whole problem to begin with. Now he was acting as if it was no big deal.
    “Before you even ask, I am not here for a hostile takeover of your realm. Besides, why would I need to be violent when I have gained so many loyal subjects just by telling my own story,” he sighed, moving to one of the chairs by the table and flinging his long body into it.
    “How much of the movies are true? I mean, did any of that really happen here?” she whispered, kicking herself for the silly question. If any of that had happened in their history, they would have heard about it, right?
    “Most of it. There are a few things exaggerated or skimmed here and there. It happened a long time ago. I very nearly ended the world as you midgardians know it,” he replied, almost sounding bitter as he gazed off into the distance.
    “But, how can that be possible! We would have heard about that!” the brunette protested before she could stop herself, earning a sardonic look from the God masquerading as an actor.
    “It happened before your planet’s reincarnation cycle. Your history didn’t even exist at that time,” he responded, relaxing slightly.
    “But, I thought you hated Midgard! Why come here and disguise yourself as an actor? Even a different history of Midgard!” she protested, struggling to understand everything he was telling her. Her head was already swimming with the information making her feel just the tiniest bit faint. Swaying slightly, she found herself being held up by a very concerned looking Tom, no... not Tom anymore...
    “Exactly why it was a good place to hide. Odin wasn’t about to let me free after my latest stunt and I don’t do well in a cage. Besides, by then I had gotten over most of my anger and betrayal. The attack on Midgard was nothing but misguided temper from the very beginning. Though the events with Thanos certainly didn’t help,” he whispered, his jade green eyes holding a deep sadness as well as fear. Then he was steering her to a chair and forcing her to sit.
    “As for why I chose an actor, well, I always did like being the center of attention. Besides, how better to feel like you rule the world than to have a legion of people willing to do whatever you say,” he continued, his lips quirking into a smile as all tension left his tall frame.
    “How many of you are there?” Melissa asked in a breathless voice, her entire perception of reality flipped on its head.
    “Just my brother, Thor. You know his as Chris Hemsworth. He came here to look for me, to bring me back home where I belong. He ended up getting roped into this acting business and is trying to use it to find what’s under his nose,” he sneered, his eyes glinting with amused derision as he sat in a chair next to her and took her hand in one of his.
    “Do you not fear me?” he whispered in a small, soft voice, his eyes holding a slight hint of fear as he looked at her.
    That question took her off guard and Melissa found herself actually having to think. She didn’t fear the Tom she had known. He had been kind, polite, giving to a fault and full of love for everyone around her. But could the Tom she knew be a mask Loki had worn to blend in with humanity better? Looking into his once again blue-green eyes and seeing the apprehension there, she found not much had changed about her friend. “No, as long as the you I know is the real you,” she returned, earning a bright smile as he laughed with relief. For a moment, it looked as if he had expected her to run away from him. With what she knew about Loki, this didn’t surprise her one bit. He hadn’t exactly been treated well, even before his heritage was discovered.
    “I’ve never shown you a false face luv,” the God responded, placing one of his hands over hers as he gave her a smile. After a few beats of silence, the assistant nodded to herself as she came to a conclusion.
    “You don’t have to worry about me telling anyone your secret, I doubt anyone would believe me anyway. Just promise me I won’t wake up to hear about you raging around with the Tesseract,” she begged in a semi-joking tone, feeling more at ease when her companion let loose a gale of laughter.
    “Of course not! I’m well past that. Besides, the army I have is more than willing without mind control,” he purred, making her hope he was only joking. Thankfully the gleam in his eyes told her he was and she lightly smacked his upper arm.
    “So, what do you want to do before we go to the ‘Green Room’,” came a husky purr in her ear making her body shudder against her will.
    “God or not, my stance is still the same Hiddleston... er, Laufeyson. I simply can’t allow a romance to form for your own good,” Lissa admonished, not liking the stubborn set his jaw took as the words left her mouth.
    “You know that’s a dangerous thing to say to a God. Now that you know about me, I’ll be much more willing to use my powers to woo you in private. The proverbial gloves are off my dear,” Loki purred, his eyes telling her he was enjoying the challenge she was presenting.
    “Do your worst Loki. No amount of Aesir magic is going to make me change my mind,” she hissed, her voice holding very little conviction. The deity beside her only grinned, a knowing gleam in his sparkling eyes.
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