Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Loki - Out of the Box

A/N: If you get the title reference without having to look it up, I give you mad respect.  (Bonus: title juxaposition between this update and Without a Word update!)

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        You huddle the blankets as you drawn your knees closer to you.  You always hated this scene in Thor, for it always crushed your heart.

        "I could've done it, Father!  I could've done it!  For you!  For all of us!"

        "No, Loki."  You throw popcorn at your television, disgusted at the line.  It was more than a dismissal and disapproval of Loki's actions; it was his rejection of Loki as his son.  And the look in his eyes, the pain and acceptance--that was something that you could never get used to seeing.

        "Loki, no."  But no matter how much you pleaded out loud or in silent, Loki would always let go and drift into space.

        But this time, instead of continuing to grow smaller, the image of Loki was growing bigger into the screen.   Your eyes widen as you hasten to get up from your couch.  You jump behind it just in time, the television screen bursting in lights and the Asgardian bursting into your living room, crashing into your glass coffee table.  You peek your head over the couch as Loki stuggles to get up.  He wipes the glass from his frame and searches around.

        "Father?  Mother?  Thor?"  He walks aimlessly, but it's only a matter of moments that he finds you behind the couch.  You rush to your feet, eyes still widened.

        "Who are you?  Where am I?"

        "I'm (Y/N), and you...I don't even understand how you're here in my house."

        "What realm is this?"

        "Earth.  Well, Midgard, but you're from my television, a movie, so how can you be real?"

        "Of course, I'm real," Loki snaps at you.  "Just as real as the Jotuns were."

        "They never existed here, either."

        "Of course they did, they had planned to rule and send it into another ice age."  He plops onto the couch as stretches out his legs.  "I am hungry.  Feed me."

        "Excuse me?"

        "I did not stutter, mortal."

        "My name is (Y/N), and this is my house."  He goes to raise his sceptre at you, but realizes that his hand is empty.  You both stare at each other and look around.  You both lock eyes on it, resting on the floor by the tv.  You both move to grab it, but you kick him in the shin, ensuring that you will get it.  As he stands up, you point it at  his chin.

        "Listen!  I don't want to hurt you.  But I most certainly am not your slave.  I'll be your friend, but I refuse to be your servant.  I'll help you to return, but if you order me around, you can do it on your own.  Do I make myself clear?"  He swallows before looking up at you.

        "Crystal."  You lower the staff and hold it close to you.

        "Good.  I'll be keeping track of this."

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        "So how do I get back?"

        "I'm working on it," you said.  Currently, your laptop was hooked up to the tv, several wires connecting the two.  In college, your friends had called you Female Stark and Barbie Banner due to your skill with computer and all things science.  Loki continues to throw and catch a tennis ball against the wall.

        "You'd rather slow," he snarkily remarks.  You snap around, your hands on your hips.

        "Do you want to get back to Asgard or not?"  With silence as your answer, you go back to your work.

        "You're worse than my father," he mutters, but you still hear.

        "That's offensive.  At least I'm helping you and am brutally honest with you."  Loki looks up at you.  "He lied to your, to your face and behind your back."

        "How do you know that?"  You pause briefly to glance at him and continue to type.

        "I know more about you than you think.  That movie you came from, I was watching it."  He stands up.

        "So you know everything?  You understand me?"

        "Why do you think I haven't kicked you out?"  Loki walks over to you and looks over your shoulder.

        "Maybe this is more advanced than I thought?"  You smile, still toying with the keyboard.

        "Is that a compliment for once?"  He smiles at you and hugs you around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder as you continue to find and solve the data.

        Three hours later, it's ready.  The tv is fixed on space, the only thing missing from the frame being Loki falling into an oblivion.

        "Ready?" you ask him.  He takes a few steps forward, but stops, turning around.

        "Come with me."  You give him a look.

        "What?"

        "Come with me."  Loki walks back to you.  "If you were watching this, obvioiusly you were interested.  And you actually know what I went through and what it feels like.  I may actually enjoy your company."

        You rub your arms nervously.  "I...I don't know, Loki."

        He gives you a warm smile.  "You're curious, I know that.  And you can always come back through the bifrost.  I just happened to take the quick route."  You look up at him, and he emphasizes his offering hand.  "(Y/N), do you want to go to Asgard?  With me?  For me?"

        "How can I trust you?"

        "I'm asking you and not pushing you in."  You give him a teasing look, and he laughs.  "It's true, isn't it?  Plus, I thought you said we were friends."

        "I said I can be your friend.  It's up to you to be a friend back."

        "I accept the challange.  Now will you accompany me?"

        Taking his hand, you smile.  With a quick peck on the cheek, he pulls on your hand and into the television you two go.