Running From You - Tom Hiddleston Fan Fiction

Loki

It was Tom's voice, but a different sort of familiar tone that made me weak at the knees.

I mean I'd seen all of his Marvel films, because Archie insisted every time a new one was released we had to go to the cinema, not that I ever complained.

He also had everything on DVD and streaming (which I also suggested), but to actually be in a room with Tom as Loki was a bit daunting. I'd been keeping a deep dark secret hidden for weeks now since we'd been together.

Tom had mentioned on a few occasions that he loves the character and also loves to stay in character whilst filming. I just hadn't prepared for it fully and suddenly was nervous. Little butterflies were flying around my stomach like the first time we were alone in the car together going back to his place.

Beth opened the door and bowed low,
"Good morning your majesty, I have done as requested and bought Becca to you" she giggled as she said it. She turned to me and smiled, ushering me in. This was obviously the norm around here.

I'd frozen still in the doorway, feet rooted to the spot. I craned my neck to peek round the corner and there was, well Loki. Sat on a chair with a makeup artist busy fussy with his hair. Beth had to pull my hand to get me to move out from the door way.

"Bye Becca, I'll see you later" Beth smiled and was gone.

Loki was staring straight ahead in the mirror and our eyes locked on eachother as I took a step in appearing in the reflection.

I could see the hint of Tom as a smile spread across his face. I decided I'd play along and curtsy.

"Good morning your majesty" my eyes never left his as I dipped low at the knees and fanned my skirt out with my hands.
The smile across his face was now undeniably Tom's. I couldn't ever remember Loki smiling like that. His smile was a dangerous kind of I'm plotting something diabolical as I pretend to be completely sane kinda look.

He was in a rather strange outfit though, sort of like a short sleeved grey/olive coloured all in one, baggy overall with an orange TVA stamped on the front left of his chest. It done nothing to show off his body, unlike the armour or tailored suits I was accustomed to see him wearing in the Thor or Avengers films. In fact I hadn't had a chance to ask him if he got to take any of the costumes home. I hadn't seen any in his side of our bedroom closet, not that I had purposefully rummaged looking. Was that weird of me to suddenly have visions of Loki fucking me across a table dressed in full armour. I mean I'd tried to bury those thoughts when we were doing naughty things, but now he's in front of me... Shit!

Oh god, what is happening to me. I'd suddenly gone all fan girl and giggly. I'm 35 for fuck sake not 20.

"Good morning love and how are the children settling in?" Tom just oozed Loki as he spoke. I had to keep blinking just to remind myself what was going on and I wasn't in my fantasy.

"Oh, they're settled" I smiled shyly at him. What the fuck is wrong with me. This man has seen me naked in all sorts of compromised positions. I've seen Tom naked and he's been with me through hell, but it's like I'm meeting him for the first time. Shit... Pull it together Becca.

The makeup artist seemed to have finished with his hair and turned around to greet me.

"Good morning Becca, it's so nice to meet you. I'm Annabelle... His majesty hasn't shut up about you coming all morning and has been fidgeting none stop" she poked him in the shoulder and I could see the hint of a blush creep up his cheeks underneath the makeup.

"Oh, it's nice to meet you Annabelle" I smiled at her, she was obviously very busy and I guess Tom's fidgeting hadn't helped this morning.

"I'll leave you two to it, Loki you've got 5 minutes before I have to come back and fit that collar before you're called to set" she was pointing to the leather, what looked like a dog's shock collar on the table.

My eyes involuntarily bulged looking at it. What kind of TV show is this. My dirty mind was running at a hundred miles an hour.

Tom spun in the chair to face me.

"Hi... Are you ok? You look a little lost?"
"Oh no, sorry I'm fine just... This is all quite... Distracting" I was waggling my finger up and down at him.
He raised an eyebrow at me.
"Distracting in a good way?" He was starting to smirk.
I didn't know what to do with my hands or where to look, embarrassment spreading up from my toes.

He stood up and took a step towards me.
"So... You like the dark long hair? Because you know it would save alot of time in the morning if I let them dye it and grew it out... Not soooo many hair extensions needed" he raised an eyebrow at me, but I couldn't look him in the eye... I could feel myself going red and flustered.

I fanned myself with my hand.
"God it's hot in here isn't it?" I was trying not to smile.
"You know it's just me right? Tom... Unless you want me to play Loki some times?" He was right in front of me now.

Oh god this was like every fan girls wet dream.

I bite the inside of my cheek trying to stop the what I didn't want to admit to myself let alone him from spilling out.

..............

I remember when Archie was 7 and Dave had bought him his first action hero DVD, Thor.
I wasn't too happy about it as it was a 12, but Archie was bouncing up and down insisting we watch it, all of his friends at school had already.

"Hmmm ok... But if you get scared we can turn it off... And we're not watching it till Olivia is in bed"

She was only 5 and I definitely didn't want her watching it and then me having to be up all night dealing with the nightmares.

I put Olivia to bed and we settled down on the sofa, as it was a Saturday, Dave got up and left 10 minutes after it started to go to the pub, fucking typical. So I was left with Archie snuggled next to me watching a film that I wasn't interested in.

He had fallen asleep after 30 more minutes and there I was near the end of the film glued to watching whether Odin was going to save both Thor and Loki from falling into the abyss.
I nearly started crying when Loki let go and my shuffling around and sniffing soon woke Archie.

That was truly when I subconsciously started getting Archie all things Marvel. Maybe it was secretly me being the huge fan and I pushed Archie into it. Well whatever it was, he ended up falling in love with the comics and me the movies.

.................

Oh god, how am I going to explain to Tom that actually, yes, I would LOVE for you to fulfill my fantasy and fuck me senseless as Loki.

I'd fallen in love with Tom, but having a deep dark secret desire suddenly thrown forth at me had knocked me back a bit.

My horny hell demons were screaming at me... Do it... Do it... DO IT!