"Tom!" I whisper loudly, "are you sure we are allowed to be in here?"
"Shh relax darling, they know me." he says grabbing my hand. We creep along another darkened hallway until Tom whispers, "Okay, we are here." He flips on a light and I stagger backwards from the brightness. Once my eyes have adjusted, I realize where I am. The costume room at Marvel Studios. I gasp. "Oh. My. Gosh. Tom no, we can't be here!!" I start squealing and racing to each costume on the shelves. "Omygoshomygoshomygosh!!!! I am honestly on the verge if tears right now." I look around, not able to take in the beauty of the room. The room is huge, with a tall ceiling, and long racks of hangers and shelves. There are costumes from Thor, Iron Man, Captain America, The Avengers, X-Men, Fantastic Four, and more. I walk over to my favorite movie's section, and lightly trace my finger over Loki's armor. ,Tom places his hands on my shoulders. "So, what do you think?" he sounds almost as excited to be showing me this as I am to be looking at it. "It's.. it's amazing," I answer turning around, "I honestly don't think I could be happier!" Suddenly Tom's eyes lit up, and a smirk slid across his lips. "Tom...?" I raise an eyebrow, "what are you thinking?" He looks down at me and tells me, "Please humor me and close your eyes. I have a surprise." At this point I am very worried and I'm not sure what he's getting himself into. I hear him walk out of the room, something... clanging?" I strain my hearing just a little more to try and he am idea of what his surprise is. After a few minutes of standing there with my eyes closed I hear somebody else's voice say. "Open your eyes mortal."
I am surprised by this voice because I was expecting Tom's but it's so recognizable I already know exactly whom it belongs to. I open my eyes and before me stands Loki himself.
"Loki," I whisper almost in audibly. I walk slowly towards him, and hesitantly place a hand on his armored chest. I have no words. I stand there with my mouth open gazing at him. I can't believe he's standing right here in front of me. Even whilst I am dating Tom, I've fantasized about meeting Loki. Tom knows how much I love Loki, but I have learned to deal with the fact that he's not real. I have actually cried over this more than once. But like always, Tom has been right there with me. Now, as I gaze up at Loki's face I know deep down that he is real.
"Tom..." I speak out, "thank you so much for doing this for m-"
"Tom?" Loki inquires, "who is this Tom of which you speak?" Loki sounds genuinely confused, and I wrinkle my eyebrows.
"My dear Midgardian," Loki continues stepping a bit closer to me, "Tom is not here but I am." He leans towards me and whispers "and might I add that you are looking quite ravishing this evening."
My face is red and I look down, embarrassed.
"Look at me mortal," he commands me.
I look up at him and he says "I am aware you have kissed Tom, but dear, have you ever kissed Loki?"
I blush madly and look down. "No, I can't say that I have."
Loki traces my jawline with his thumb.
I can't help but catch my breath at the coldness of his armored arm.
"You're so cold..." I whisper.
"Naturally," he replies, "I've been without you for many many years."
Loki leans down to me and connects his lips with mine.
I am startled by his gentleness.
You'd think the man who has so much anger within him wouldn't be gentle...
He pulls away much to quickly for my liking and I pout a little.
"You were gentle." I state rather bluntly.
"Ooh, was I now?" Loki says. With a devilish smirk across his lips.
"Well mortal," he growled teasing me by lightly running his lips across mine, "next time I won't be."
