Tom Hiddleston & Loki Laufeyson one-shots

Knife to meet you (Loki x Tom)

Thomas Hiddleston, a successful and amazing actor, who takes his job really seriously, is the one playing such an extraordinary character as Loki is. Or that's what he thinks. More he learns about him, more interesting he gets.

And Tom feels a special something connecting him with this character. He wants to meet him, to talk with him about everything, to hug him and tell him how amazing he actually is, even though some people can't see it. But he can't. Loki is a fiction. He's not real, isn't he?

It was one of the last days of shooting o Loki series. Tom in his costume and wig, ready to do his best as always, being very in character. There was a fighting scene between him and one of Thanos' children, Loki holding knives, ready to chop this asshole's head off. Camera, action, cut and let's go home.

Everything went well and Tom headed to his trailer to change. He opened the door, not noticing it was unlocked how tired he was. He walked into the room, waiting for his assistant to help him with the wig and the costume.

Suddenly, someone grabbed him from behind, laying a knife to his throat, hissing: "don't you dare to scream, mortal." Tom was shocked by the unexpected visit but stayed as calm and he could, still holding the knife from the fight scene, he pressed it on the stranger's leg. "Knife to meet you too."

The stranger felt the knife and chuckled, "now I understand why they chose you to portray me," then slowly took away the knife, letting Tom go.

Tom gasped. He thought it was someone of the set, just making fun of him. But was it possible that it would really be..? No. No. That's not possible, he's not even real. As he felt that the stranger isn't holding him anymore, he dared to turn around to see who was he talking to.

There he was. Long raven hair, piercing green eyes, a smirk plastered on his lips. He was definitely taller and there some differences in the appearance of his face but otherwise, Tom felt like he's looking in the mirror.

Tom was speechless, his brain not being able to process what was happening. He's here. The person he wanted to meet for so long and couldn't because he thought he didn't exist is standing right here in front of him.

"How?" Was the only sentence he was able to create. Loki smirked, amazed by the mortal's reaction. He expected him to be scared, to scream, to crawl into a corner and beg for mercy but not to freeze like this. "Well, let's say I've heard about you a lot and wanted to see the mortal who dares to pretend to be me with my own eyes."

Tom finally woke up from his trance. "No-no, no, I mean, how are you real?" Tom blurted, still not believing his eyes. "You mortals are so pathetic. There are many things you don't know about," Loki chuckled.

"Oh, wow. You're real." Tom smiled, reaching his hand to Loki. "I'm Tom." Loki looked at the hand, taking it into his. "I know. I'm Loki." Tom chuckled, "I know. May I ask? What's exactly the reason for your visit, Loki?" Tom was really curious about it, he wanted, no, he needed to know why the god decided to pay him a visit.

"As I said. I wanted to see the unrespectful mortal who dares to play ME, God of mischief," Loki smirked. "But I see now why did they choose you."

Tom was taken back by god's words, "oh, really? How is it so?" Tom's eyebrow raised in confused expression. "To play me, you have to be handsome and witty, have good manners and be a master of words. These all are gifts gods truly did endue you by. I'm impressed."

Tom couldn't answer anything because a  door knock echoed through the room, informing Tom and Loki that someone is about to enter. "Come in," Tom called, turning to the door, curious who is it. Little he knew it was his assistant. When he turned his gaze back to Loki, no one was there, Tom was standing alone in the small room.

The door opened, the head of Tom's assistant popped out, a smile on her face. "Good afternoon, Mr Hiddleston. I'm here to help you with the wig." Tom was standing there, little frozen. Not looking at her, he answered: "Yea, s-sure."

Was it real? Was it a dream? Was it his imagination? He didn't know. So many questions were running through his mind, his head spinning. He sat to the mirror, the assistant taking off his wig and clean off the makeup. The whole time, Tom didn't say a word, deep in thoughts, not noticing a dark figure watching him from the corner, covered with a spell.