Chapter 1
I wake up like every other morning to the smell of fresh fruit and waffles. My hair being a mess and in my face, I rise to spit out a piece only to realize it wasn’t my own. I slipped it out of my mouth as it flowed up from my throat. “Tom!”
I look towards him as he comes in the room with a tray of breakfast while wearing a Hubby Material apron.
“Yes love?” As I hear his beautiful, perfectly articulated British accent, my anger for the hair in my mouth resided. But to put things worse, he flashes that pearly white smile with those stupid gorgeous blue eyes. I swoon heavily and lose my focus, this man is going to be the death of me. I sat up and he sat beside me. He looked at me and even if it was silent, every time I see him… it’s like I seeing him from the first time I met him.
“Everything fine love?” God, why does the way he say love just make my heart melt? He placed his hand on top of mine and I look straight down to stare at our hands. I soon after intertwine our finger and look back at those ocean eyes. I drew in close, switching my view from them to his lips. He smiled before following my movements, his eyes drooped downwards towards my own lips.
But just before we locked our lips together, I put the strain of hair in between them. In the process, I give him a very knowing look so he’s reminded of this issue we’ve had before. He pulls away and give an embarrassing and awkward chuckle before grabbing it from my hand. “Sorry, guess a few came out. Forgive m-“
A scream was heard from the top of the ceiling before a thud was head in the floor. Me and Tom watch the person fall onto our brown cat decorative rug and groan.
We watch him sigh and stand up, flipping his black back. I look closer at his outfit and see that it was a silk cloak with a shade of green and a suit of some kind of armor that peeks my interest. Well until I notice the golden horns and instantly realize where they were from. “Tom?” He turns around and appears to have a scratch across his cheek and silky wavy black hair that bounced. “Excuse me?” The same smile I swoon not too long ago was placed onto another face. Actually the same one! I stood up fast to check if he was real, I touched against the same fictional Asgardian leather and it felt unbelievable.
“My apologies to dear but I would appreciate if you wouldn’t touch the suit, I’m sure it cost more than the lowly fabrics that are riddled amongst this planet.” He grabs my wrist and lets it flop away from his suit, leaving me still speechless. “Although, I do appreciate the sight, flower undergarments are quite… interesting.” I look down near the area of my privates to see that Tom’s shirt was flipped upwards. It was always quite tight on me so it was often when this would happen.
I panic and flip it down to cover myself. Embarrassed, I punch him in his chest but was soon greeted with pain in my knuckles. A low chuckle flowed through my ears which made me pout.
“Sorry to interrupt but are you perhaps, Loki?” I turn to look at Tom and then back at the other Tom to see that the differences of their looks made much more sense now. One thing about Me and Tom is the fact that even though he was an actor, I never really clicked with Marvels. I watched all of them at some point in my life but I had forgotten. “Yes, I am Loki, God of Mischief, Son of a frost giant but sort of accepted Son of Odin. I’m happy to hear you have heard of me.” He says with confidence as me and Tom stand in front of him, confused on why he’s here or if this is even the real him.
“So you’re me?” We transferred over to the living room and sat on the couches, trying to get Loki to understand the situation he’s in. We nod at his question and he stands up fast, flipping his hair and moving his cloak in anger. “This is an outrage! I mean come on, slight red hair and a beard?! I would never. And who is this female that you lie with! I mean there’s no doubt that she radiates beauty and loveliness. But if we’re Loki then we cannot love, it’s uncommon for us to actually love someone regardless for someone loving us back.”
“Loki, I am not exactly a Loki or you. You are a fictional character in a comic and movie.” Loki looks at us in disbelief then a smirk spreads across it. “This is a joke isn’t it? What is this? The Avengers way of torturing me?” I shake my head and stand up, walking over to him. “You’re played by Tom, he only merely mimics you in a way or acts as you. However, we never intended you on being real. Matter of fact, do you know how you got here?” Loki looks at me and then thinks for a moment before taking out a blue square. “The Tesseract?” Loki walks past me to go towards Tom to show him. “So you know of it’s existence?” Tom nods and grabs the cube before flipping it over and turning off the light with a switch. “It’s a prop.”
(I found out that he has a gf so I’m upset and I can’t write the rest of this tonight.)