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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: Sorry for the delay. Had a bit of an emergency pop up and it understandably killed my inspiration. (Also, forgive the bad joke with the title)

Chapter Seven: Green Eyed Monster

    “Jeremy, really I’m fine! Your handler looks like he’s about the have kittens as it is,” Lissa pleaded, her head throbbing as she kept most of her focus on the line going past Tom. The actor beside her was busily giving out autographs, a strangely angry look on his pale features. On her other side was probably the source of his irritation and, currently, her mortification; Jeremy Irons. The aging Brit had quickly found them in the autograph area and had claimed a spot close by despite heavy protests from both her and her client. Though she could bet they had entirely different reasons.

    “Are you sure luv? You look a bit pale. I have another bottle of water,” he offered graciously, earning a strange noise from his beleaguered looking assistant. The poor man looked about ready to pop, probably only holding it together due to the fact they were in public. Thankfully the young women who streamed by to see Tom were utterly charmed by him making sure she was taken care of, stopping to talk to him when they normally wouldn’t. Even now a pair cooed at them before moving on for a signed picture of ‘Loki’, not knowing they were getting it straight from the source.

    “She’s well taken care of Mr. Irons,” the man on her right snarled under his breath before something cool and plastic was pressed into her hand. Looking up, the brunette saw her charge giving the older man an absolutely livid glare.

    This amused both her ex and the crowd, causing a titter to go through the growing audience like a wave. “Gentlemen please,” Melissa hissed through her teeth, a deep blush coloring her paper white cheeks. This made the women watching squeal slightly, only making her and Jeremy’s handler more nervous. Twisting the top off the plastic cylinder, the nervous female took several large swallows; giving the crowd time to get bored and move on. Soon they were both back to signing pictures like normal until Tom grabbed her arm to bring himself closer to her ear.

    “I will take care of your needs,” he rumbled in a possessive voice, his unnaturally cold lips brushing the shell of her ear. Not only that, but his breath and hand were like ice; letting her know the exiled Prince was more than just a little pissed off. Then he was releasing her to get a picture with a fan, smiling as if their exchange had never happened.

    “Quite protective isn’t he,” chuckled an amused, deeper voice from her left side, causing her to turn to look at the amused face of Jeremy. Only rolling her eyes in response, the female returned her focus to her charge; who was now glaring at both her and the older male. Heaving a sigh, Melissa pinched her nose as she took a deep breath to stave off a headache.

    “Do you need an Anacin darling?” cooed the ever helpful Irons, earning a quiet, but malicious sounding snarl from her grown ward. This was going to be a very long day.

    As the day wore on, it became more and more apparent to the couple that Jeremy was simply going to be their shadow; much to Tom’s severe irritation. The actor was even reluctant to go on stage for his panel, leaving her alone with her once dearly loved ex. This only seemed to amuse the graying male, a small smile on his noble face as he watched the two together. “Tom, please. We only have this panel left and then you have to make a visit to the ‘Green Room’. I can assure you that nothing will happen between Mr. Irons and I,” she assured, doing her best to usher the dark haired thespian onto the stage where he was needed in a few seconds.

    Narrowing his eyes, Hiddleston snorted before turning on his heel like the Asgardian he was and stormed onto the stage to take his mic. Once he was gone, Jeremy was wrapping a loose, companionable arm around her shoulders. “He’s got it bad for ya Lis, can’t say I can blame him. If I didn’t know you would turn me down outright, I would offer to rekindle things,” he sighed, his brown eyes looking rueful as they gazed down at her.

    “Jeremy,” the twenty-eight year old began, only to be interrupted by the shaking of his head.

    “There’s no need to rehash all of that now. Besides, I doubt Mr. Up-and-Coming out there would let me anywhere near you right now,” he soothed, smirking when Tom’s gaze turned to them as if on cue.

    The Norse deity bristled in response, his jaw clenching as he struggled to remain neutral in his responses. “You really shouldn’t keep prodding him like this,” Melissa whispered, feeling just a bit of fear blossom within her. The man behind her was teasing something he had no idea was deadly and she winced at the pictures that came up in her head.

    “Oh I know but I simply can’t resist. It’s all in fun and, besides, it does my old heart good to see someone so protective of you. It lets me know you’ll be well take care of,” the voice actor responded, pulling away to put some distance between them before the disguised male exploded.

    “That’s assuming I’ll end up with him. My reputation has made a relationship with him kind of impossible. He doesn’t want to admit it, but there’s really no chance for us,” she whispered, a sad look in her eyes before she was grabbed by the upper arms and spun to face her former lover.

    “You stop that missy! I agree with Tom! Whatever that man feels for you is well worth fighting for,” the taller man urged before his intense eyes moved to a spot over her head. Then he was grinning as she opened her mouth to make an admittedly weak protest.

    “Shhh, before you argue, take a look at how ‘lover boy’ is reacting to me manhandling you,” he chuckled before spinning her back around to face the stage. What greeted her brown eyes made her go completely silent.

    This wasn’t Tom facing them now. This was pure Loki, waves of freezing cold rolling off him as he gave the pair an absolutely bone-chilling glower. His eyes were now a bright emerald green, nearly glowing as his jaw tensed. It looked like the disguised God was barely holding himself back from charging toward them and ripping her from Jeremy’s arms. “It’s only his job keeping him on that stage right now. He looks like he about wants to rip my head off doesn’t he?” rasped said actor’s voice in her ear before he was releasing her and backing off. This only made the seething male relax slightly and he kept glaring at them out of the side of his left eye as he returned his focus to the front.

    “I bet if I dared to come close to you again that he would fuck his responsibilities and come to ‘save’ you. As it is, I should probably shove off before that panel of his ends. Something tells me there’ll be trouble if I don’t,” Irons chuckled, before footsteps from behind her told her he was leaving.

    Seeing Jeremy leave immediately made the male on stage relax completely, his rage being replaced instantly with worry as he kept responding to questions dutifully. Just seeing how he was acting made her heart skip a few beats and she felt just the tiniest bit dizzy, having to brace herself on a nearby as her breath stuttered in her lungs. She had a crush on the handsome man before but knowing he was so protective of her made her heart clench in her chest and she suddenly found herself fighting happy tears. Taking slow breaths to relieve the pressure building in her breast, Lissa groaned at the implications of what she was feeling. Despite her best efforts to keep some distance, it seemed it was a lost cause. “Excuse me, I’m afraid I have to cut this short. I’m afraid I ate something that didn’t agree with me,” came Tom’s voice, breaking her out of her thoughts.

    “Oh Tom...,” she whispered, annoyance and happiness filling her at the same time as the extremely concerned looking star handed off his mic and practically jogged off the stage. In seconds he was closing the distance between them, his large hands cupping her face as his blazing green eyes examined her closely.

    “Did he hurt you? What did he say to you? I knew that nice guy thing was an act! He was probably waiting for a moment alone to tear into you. I swear, if he said anything to upset you,” the fuming deity snarled, his expression flipping between deep worry and rage.

    “Tom, slow down. Aren’t you two friends? You should know Jeremy better than that. He was just... he was trying to convince me I was being foolish by continuing to keep you at arm’s length,” she replied quickly, placing her hands on his chest in an effort to regain his attention.

    The towering male stiffened at the use of his assumed name before heaving slow breath through his nostrils and leading her out of the room and into the crowd, his hand in the small of her back as he shoved her along. “You’re right. In all the years I’ve known him, Jeremy has never acted like that,” he whispered as he led them to the elevators.

    “Then why...” she began to ask as she was ushered into a service elevator, interrupted by his fingertips touching her soft lips.

    “Please... wait until we get to the room. Let’s just say seeing him be a little rough with you like that...,” Loki rumbled, his voice dropping into its normal register as he ran a hand through his curly, raven hair. Then he was wrapping his arms around her to pull her against his lithe form, his lightly muscled chest heaving as he burrowed his nose in her brown haired and inhaled deeply.

    “Are you hurt in any way?” he asked in an urgent voice, his voice holding a steely edge as his hands roamed over her to check for injury.

    “No,” she whispered in a quiet voice, his voice and scent doing terrible things to her. Her earlier revelation certainly didn’t help things and the shaken female released a small whimper as she struggled with her deep longing to just give in and kiss this man. This incredible man who had been a good friend to her through their professional relationship. This man whom she had fallen in love with since she first laid eyes on him. That was when reality washed over her like ice water and she pulled out of his embrace.

    This wasn’t a man she had fallen in love with, it was a God. A God who had just so happened to disguise himself as the handsome, up and coming actor Tom Hiddleston. “Lissey?” came his questioning voice, making her confused heart twist in her chest.

    “T... Loki... I... I... How can I be sure I really even know you? You... you’re showing a mask to the world. How do I know your kindness, let alone love for me is real? How do I know that ‘Tom’ isn’t entirely fabrication. For fuck’s sake, you’re... you’re...,” she trailed off, her earthy eyes going wide as she saw the absolute glower the God was giving her.

    “Stop!” he snarled, his vibrant eyes shooting fire as the elevator came to a stop and opened its doors. Then he was dragging her to their shared room, shutting the door before ushering her into a chair.

    Then he was taking a seat across from her, releasing a frustrated sigh as he rested his hands on his dark haired head. “Melissa, I have been nothing but genuine with you. I am well aware of the reputation the movies give me but you’ll just have to trust that I’ve long moved past that. ‘Tom’ is just a name I use, not a mask. I have never been anything but myself, minus the magic and some more overt personality traits,” he hissed, his fingers tangling and gripping in his shoulder length hair. Something in his voice told her he was much more bothered by her unthinking rant than he let on and she stopped to think about the man by her right side.

    She had to stop thinking of him as Tom and had to take his real backstory into account. Even with over exaggeration, Loki hadn’t been treated well due to his parentage. His adopted father had never treated him like a son and when his real heritage had come to light, Odin had practically disowned him in front of all of Asgard. From that point on, the outcast Prince was never treated with trust again; most reacting with fear if he even came near. Surely it wouldn’t take long for vicious, untrue rumors to dog his every step; only adding to his stress and outrage at his situation. “Loki..,” she began, only to be interrupted by a very stern glance.

    “No more right now, please. Seeing him handle you like that... I almost...,” he snarled, the air getting colder in the room the more his agitation grew. His skin even began to gain a faint, bluish tinge, reminding her of his true heritage in a flash.

    His teeth ground together loudly as tears began to roll down his transforming cheeks, his cheekbones growing more angular as faint, raised lines began to appear in his changing skin. “I will not stand by and watch someone I care about get shoved around! I demand proper respect for my lovers. How dare a mortal like him dare to...,” he began, his eyes changing to a deep red and he continued to change into his full on Jötunn form.

    “Loki!” Lissa shouted, ignoring the fear growing inside her to try to bring the situation out of control. Former bad guy or not, he deserved to live in peace like the rest of them. The fact that he could have easily taken over by now only help to soothe her earlier fears and confusion. Thankfully her outburst had the intended effect and the fuming male was turning his blood red gaze to her, every muscle in his body tense.

    “Easy, take it easy. Jeremy isn’t like your father. He would never take revenge on me. Everything he did was to get a rise out of you, minus the minor manhandling. That, like I already told you, was because he was trying to convince me to just give in and be with you already,” she soothed quietly, relying on her knowledge from the films to get through to him. To her surprise, the man deflated greatly; his breath leaving him in a whoosh.

    “You’re right, I know you are. It was just seeing it... It brought back memories of what happened to me, of what happened to anyone who was friends with me after the truth came to light,” he whispered, reaching over the table to place his hand over hers.

    “Loki...,” she whispered, her heart clenching for the kind man across the table from her. He had lost his way once but anyone would have with what he had gone through, as well as whatever had happened while he was with Xanatos. The midnight haired man only shook his head before giving her a slightly bitter grin.

    “No luv. It was eons ago. The events are long since passed. Though working on these movies is certainly digging a few memories up,” God of mischief sighed, bringing her hand up to his lips to place a kiss on the skin.

    “I value those who are kind to me as well as those that I have grown fond of. I have had far too few true friends in my long life,” he whispered in a heartbreakingly lonely voice as he gave her the largest set of puppy dog eyes yet.

    Unable to resist the pull on her heart, Lissa sighed before crawling into his lap and snuggling into his chest; acting like a living teddy bear. Loki immediately wrapped his arms around her, making a noise of contentment that absolutely melted her heart. “Thank you luv. Whether you know it or not, your presence has always been like a tonic for me,” he whispered into her hair, his hands moving slowly on her arms and making pleasant chills race up and down her spine. All at once, she lost all her remaining will to fight whatever was happening between them. All at once she felt far too right in his arms to want to give this up without a fight as well.

    “Fine,” she sighed in a half irritated voice, giggling at the disguised God’s confused ‘huh’.

    Looking up to make sure their eyes met, Melissa once again assessed her emotions before sticking to her resolve. “Fine, I’ll let you talk me into a relationship but I expect romance mister. Flowers, chocolates, maybe my own pony,” she half teased in an effort to hide her nervousness. The star beneath her froze as his breathing stopped entirely, his hands stilling instantly.

    “Don’t tease me Lissey. Please, please don’t tease me. Are you really willing to...,” he started, his eyes looking at her with a hope that made guilt stab an icicle into her heart. Giving him a soft smile, Lissa shyly met her lips with his briefly before breaking the kiss with a blush and nodding.

    The Norse male responded by enveloping her in his arms and taking her lips almost hungrily as a low growl bubbled up from deep within his chest. His tongue lapped insistently at her lips until her mouth opened with a gasp, allowing him free reign to plunder her orifice at will. Then, as soon as it started, he was stopping; breaking the kiss with a ragged apology. “Forgive me, I’ve been wanting to do that since the day I met you,” he rasped in a breathy voice, his lips bare inches from hers as he panted raggedly.

    “If I’m honest, I wanted it too; only I wanted the kiss to be from you and not ‘Tom’,” she confessed with a blush before pulling herself off his jeans covered lap. The famed ‘Hiddlesconda’ was in full glory, standing in full definition beneath the tight material.

    “Oh luv why are you getting off my lap after saying such a thing to a bloke? Are you trying to torture me?” he groaned, his green eyes shining as blue slowly began to creep back in.

    “Nope. We can’t afford to get too caught up in ourselves. I have to get you off to the ‘Green Room’,” she responded, nearly bursting into laughter at the sour expression that crossed his handsome features.
    “Fine but after, we’re going to finish what we started,” he hissed, causing pleasant heat to flush her body before he was getting to his feet and dragging her out the door. As much as she hated to admit it, the end of the night couldn’t come quickly enough.
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