Mirrored Reality
By: KG-Sarenaty and Vietnomnom
genre: romance/angst/bromace
parings: Loki/Tom Loki/RDJ stark/tom Loki/stark
Summary: When Loki fell into the abyss he not only fell from Asgard it seemed, but the whole paradox that was—used to be his… prison.
AN: This story is a mix of everything really, but mostly a collaboration between myself and my friend Vietnomnom ... chan. I think it up and she makes it so much better. Enjoy and please if you want Review, I would love criticism and feedback on what YOU the reader thinks.
PS; the beginning sucks but it will get better.
Chapter one: pudding
"Midgard"
The word moved in Loki's mind like a chant, slow but angry. Here he was, two years after his demise, siting in a recliner, more than likely stolen. He had easily acquired himself a great wealth, but stayed in a filthy (though in reality, he would never let a dwelling of his own be anything but impeccable) flat to call home, tucked away in the shady side of New York. He looked far and wide as his magic came back to him, slower still then his bro—Thor's wit. He looked (more like leered) at his smaller flat screen TV. He was a show off but he was slightly more modest about it.
This Midgard, this Earth was sterile of almost all magical flow. When Loki fell into the abyss he not only fell from Asgard it seemed, but the whole paradox that was—used to be his… prison. The movie flickered to its credits while he thought to himself, a thin smirk playing devilishly on his lips. The time he spent here for the first year was a panicking bore. The history was the same, but key people he wanted to torture and kill where missing. NO. Here, they were not REAL! Everything he knew was a farce in this realm. Comic books and movies. He splurged mildly, very interested in the tails that where told of him and his brother.
Some were wrong, so wrong and horribly written, so wrong—horribly written and drawn disturbingly. But the very few like, wiki, had some things right. Though, he has never sired or birthed a child as they believed him to, he found it much more simple to make them from his own magic. He stood, turning the TV and DVD player off with a slight, however unneeded, wave of his hand.
This though, he held up the movie case. He walked slowly up to the pathetically small excuse for a living room window, glaring at the striking image of Thor shining back at him. Nonetheless, it was not Thor but an actor named Chris Hemsworth. He flipped the hard plastic casing to its back; he suspected, this Tom Hiddleston, to be his unfortunate doppelganger for this pathetic realm. Tom had played his role magnificently, looking the part in full—but he did act out one thing wrong; Loki never cries.
A blatant lie of course, he'd had his fair share of sorrow.
"Maybe it's time to pay my dear little actor a visit." He all but purred to himself, looking out the window to the filthy New York streets. A flick of his wrist and the movie blinked back into its home among the others within the cabinet on the floor.
"I believe things are about to become quite interesting for Mr. Hiddleston." With a feral grin gracing his aristocratic features, Loki thought of all the various ways he would entertain himself with his little mortal self.
"Why pudding?" Chris smiled, pointing a straw at the man sitting across from him. Four people sat around a table outside one of the staff café's, relaxing in the brake time given to them." You always order some kind of pudding"
"Did you have some kind of pudding deficiency as a child?" Jeremy remarked over the rim of his coffee cup. Beside him, Scarlet snorts while in mid drink of her latte, forcing her to turn in her seat so as to not dirty her Black Widow attire. It wouldn't do for her to return to set with a beverage splattered outfit. Chris smiled nearly ready to laugh himself, but Tom's face having drawn into a sort of pout, stopped him.
"Making fun of me?" he eyed them all. It was odd seeing the actor pull THAT face wile decked out in a full Loki outfit, pouting lips and all. Chris shook his head, biting back the chuckle that threatened to pass his lips. He and Tom held eye contact whilst Scarlett bickered with Jeremy on the necessity of him making her create a mess of herself. Tom broke the eye contact first, breaking out into his own laughter, Chris soon following after. "I admit, that was a good one, but know that I had a good amount when I was younger."
"Then why?" Scarlett echoed Chris's earlier question, going back to her drink.
"I just have a fondness for them is all, stop wondering about my habits." he spooned out a small amount of the red pudding, smiling "We should relax, possibly go over our lines dearest Widow?" he raised an elegant brow towards the usually blonde actress. Chris nodded, finishing his third cup of coffee, "Yeah, and then afterwards, we should all go do something together as a group." he enthused excitedly.
"Sorry to burst your 'fun bubble' big guy, but after we're released," Jeremy stood up stretching "I'm going to sleep, and no one is going to wake me." An expression with a promise of a slow and painful death was focused on his co-workers before he turned and left toward the direction of his trailer.
"I'll be hitting the hay early today as well," the red-head smiled, looking back to Chris. "I think you and Tom here could have some bonding time." She said, nodding towards the green clad actor.
"Fine, I'll ask Robert, Mark, and Evans if they'd like to join us instead." the mock God of Thunder snorted, looking ever indignant.
Tom ate happily in the quiet that followed while next to him, Chris continued to pout, giving Scarlett his best puppy eyes. Robert walked over not too long later, waving his hand in greeting. "Hey guys!" he beamed as he got closer. With a swift move of his hand, he grabbed Tom's spoon from his grasp, and ate what was the last bite of pudding. "I'm starved!" he exclaimed as he licked away at the last bits of sweetness from the spoon.
"Hey!" Tom frowned, not able to have the satisfaction of finishing off his food.
"You both want to get on set." he nodded behind himself towards the building. Evans drove up and past them in a blur, riding his bike meant for the scene at the end of the movie.
Tom glared half-heartedly at Robert as he stood, who in turn, smiled back, and watched the Brit strut away in a grump. "Where is our Cap going?" Chris asked, watching as the vehicle disappeared around another corner.
"He's got some stuff to do," Robert said, sliding over to take Tom's now empty place. From his view he watched both Tom and Scarlett walk off, enjoying the nice view. "Mark's going to take a nap after the next scene, figures."
"But it's hardly past three," Chris frowned, "I was hoping some of us could go do something later."
Robert thought for a moment watching the other "Fine, I'll go, who else is going to tolerate your sunny disposition?" Chris grinned boyishly.
"Tom." The brunette rolled his eyes and mumbled darkly under his breath before returning his attention to the other man.
"Ah, I see, and what, may I ask, do you have planned?" he questioned.
The Australian rubbed his large palms together in a moment of thought before clapping them together and grinning. "No idea."
Robert could only shake his head and sigh, "Blondes."
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" the other actor cried out, sending his companion a heated glare.
"Nothing at all love," Robert smiled sweetly before an idea sparked. "We could go to Dunkin' Donuts and get something to munch on when Tom gets back." he poked at the empty pudding container with his stolen spoon. "We can think then, and we also need to change. Get into incognito." The memories of the last time a few of the cast members decided to go out off set in their own skin sends a shiver through both men.
"Fine sounds good, but I'm putting surfing on the agenda." Chris fidgeted with his cup, using his fingers to play with the handle.
"Well of course YOU would." Robert thought again as time ticked by, knowing Tom had always made it one of his habits to make sure his scenes came out perfectly. "We could check out some of the coves," he shrugged. Surfing was a good drive away, but for what he had in mind, it was a bit longer. "Go on a hiking trip of sorts, some place nearby."
Chris laughed. "Tom enjoys that kind of stuff, but I don't think he'd be up for it too much." Both men smiled at one another, both plotting at once.
"Let's do it!" The two boasted in unison, their minds joining, forming into a prank that would have cast and crew talking about for months to come, and maybe up through the Avengers 2.
Minutes ticked passed as Robert and Chris plotted out their prank. By the time Tom returned it was nearly four-thirty. "You're still here?" he asked, now changed out of his Loki attire and in his normal clothes.
"Well of course we are!" Chris smiled like a giant wiggly puppy excited to see his master. "We're going to go for a ride to help us relax until we're called back to the set!"
"I'll drive!" Robert stood up, the table having already been cleared by the café workers. "But first I need to change."
"…. Um, ok." Tom nodded, surprised but pleased with the idea of going off the premises if just for a little while. The three men walked to Tony's trailer, quietly bickering on the way.
"Ok, first I get naked, then un-naked; we eat food, and then driving." Robert pointed at them before disappearing into his trailer. Tom sighed stretching.
"Today wasn't so bad." he relaxed against the side of trailer, looking over to Chris who hadn't stopped smiling since leaving the café. "…..What are you so giddy about? Is there something on my face?" Tom reached up to his face, but didn't feel anything out of the ordinary. Chris shook his head and looked away whistling, "You know I can read you like a book right?" Chris kept looking away, a smile nearly breaking his face; he was just far too excited.
"You can't read me brother." Chris dropped his Aussie accent, voice deepening into Thor's. Tom narrowed his eyes. Two could play at this game.
"Said the overbearing god of no shame and can't hold his tongue." Chris looked over as the smaller man smirked, more ammunition at the ready to pass his lips when the door was kicked open, startling both men from their little game. Robert looked out now dressed in more casual attire.
"Girls, girls, girls; there's no need fight, I think you're both pretty." he smirked. "Now if you two are done kissing, if I remember correctly, we still have a trip planned." Robert led them to the parking lot and into one of the black cars used for secret actor trips.
"Shot gun!" Tom jogged up to the car and slipped in, locking the door just as the blonde tried to jerk it back open. Chris huffed and got in the back. When the doors were shut, Robert started the engine and pulled out of the parking area. The car reached the security gate and stopped to speak to the guard in the window.
"Having another adventure break Mr. Jr.?" The man asked grinning.
"You know it Frank. Don't wait up for us."
The guard tipped his hat and nodded, "You got it sir!" As soon as the stop bar lifted up, Robert hit the gas, speeding out of the gate and down the road.
The drive was fast and the donuts where good, hardly anyone bothered them save for two girls wanting a picture and autograph from Tom, who was also so nice and to let the one of the girls take a picture of him kissing the other's cheek. "Got them around your finger don't you Tom?" Robert smirked watching as the two gushing young women scurry away with their prize.
"In a way I suppose." Tom smiled sweetly, sipping his coffee. Chris was zoning out, munching down on sweets of his own, unwilling to share of course. "So where are we going after this?" he asked
"Somewhere new; well, for us at least." Robert replied. Chris smiled letting his sugar addled mind wander back to their conversation.
"Yes I think we'll have a great time!"
Tom nodded slowly, looking at the both of them "You two are being quite vague about this little road trip you planned." he motioned at the other men with his coffee cup, suspicion blatant in his eyes.
"We're just going to a cove!" Robert assured, quickly dumping his hand under the table, his speedy fingers tapping away as they were tweeting to the public, but mostly to the rest of the cast. Just to let them know what was going to go down beforehand. Robert Downey Jr. knows how to keep his audience in suspense and keeping them wanting. So his fans all over the internet would get a good long laugh. Hopefully their victim actor to be wouldn't catch on to the plan too quickly.
"I see, well then, we should probably head out then, no? It's getting kind of late. Any later and we might have to post pone." Tom made a valid point, one that got Chris jumping to his feet, looking to both of his companions.
"We should hurry up then! Let's go, let's go, let's goooo!" he exclaimed, nearly jumping up and down like an impatient child, which was funny in an odd way. A man of Chris's size and physique traipsing about like five year-old on a sugar high; what a thought. Robert laughed at the man's enthusiasm.
"Better do what he says before he winds up hurting himself or some poor innocent bystanders."
Tom laughs, joining the men as they exit out of the building. Soon they were once again in the car. Once again Tom proved too quick for Chris's heavily muscled body and claimed the front seat once again. Robert drove as the blonde sulked in the back seat, Pink Floyd blasting in their ears. Thee three sang and goofed off, at one time making Robert laugh so hard that he had to swerve at least twice to avoid hitting nearby vehicles. The sun was still a good ways away from setting when Robert finally parked the car. It was an old gravel parking lot, one slowly becoming over grown with weeds and grass due to neglect.
"This place looks like it's been hardly used at all lately." Chris stated while getting out of the car. He cocked his head to the side listening "I don't hear the cove."
"It's still a good walk away from here." Robert smiled watching Tom slip out of the car.
"A hike, seriously? Oh no, no, I don't want to, not today!" Tom crossed his arms looking between Robert and Chris. Which was a bad idea as the larger man's face began to twist and sag until I resembled that of a begging puppy. How many times he must have gotten away with things, just by using that face. "No, no Chris, I know that look…no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Tom backed away when the expression changed from a puppy's and switched into a cat's, ready to pounce. Robert laughed and motioned for them to follow him from the car and onto a nearly unused path. Tom darted past him with Chris hot on his heels.
"Don't hurt him Chris, we still need him if we're going to finish the movie!" he called, smirking. Things were coming together as planned.