Broken Hearts

Chapter 1

A/N: This is my first frostpudding fanfiction

So there's a possibility that Tom or Loki might act out of character

Since I don't know how Tom Hiddleston really is in his free time, I can only guess

And I of course I can't know what Tom would really do in a situation like this

So it's all about guessing

I'm just another fangirl with a lot of feels ;-;

Please don't flame

And Enjoy!

After a long, exhausting day of filming, greeting, giving autographs and fleeing from fans, Tom came to his hotel room at last.

Totally warn out he closed the door and started to undress and make himself ready for bed.

He turned around as he thought he had heard something.

"What the hell? I must be imagining it…" Tom mumbled as he got into his pajama, which was his favorite Thor t-shirt and some sweat pants.

"Never was I that tired before…" he yawned and walked into the bathroom, already getting sleepy.

After brushing his teeth he washed his face and looked into the mirror.

He had to rub his eyes, as his reflection got blurry and his hair turned black, his eyes green and a grin spread on the reflections face. As he looked in the mirror again, it was back to normal though.

"I should really go to sleep…" he mumbled and left the bathroom. "Too much Loki today, I start to see him everywhere now." He joked.

He let himself fall on the bed and sighed, as he relaxed.

"I missed you…" he mumbled into the bed.

He closed his eyes, ready to drift off.

But then his eyes sprung open, as he heard something whisper.

He sat up and looked around. Though that wasn't very easy, since the room was pitch dark.

"Who's there?" he asked and stared into the darkness.

Of course there was no answer, Tom was starting to get nervous. Was he completely hallucinating now? Or was some sort of crazy fan hiding somewhere in his room? But how did they get his address or the key to his room? 'Nonsense…' he thought.

Just as he laid down one more time, he heard it again. "Thomas…" something hissed.

Almost immediately Tom was up again, sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Show yourself! Who's there?!" he asked, panic in his voice.

As he turned the light on, there was nothing there…

Tom was shaking on his whole body.

'I clearly heard my name, didn't I?' he asked himself.

He didn't feel like sleeping anymore. How could he?

In fact he stayed up the whole night, curled up on his bed.

The voice came back and was gone for hours. He had looked through the whole room, including the unlikeliest places. He felt so dumb after not finding anything. He just wanted the night to be over…

"Tom? Are you okay, you don't look very well…"Chris asked worried, as he saw the rings under Loki's eyes the next day at work.

"Oh…sorry. I'm alright, it was just a very long night." Tom sighed.

"If you say so…" Chris shrugged.

"Let's just get back to work…" Tom forced a smile.

"Okay." Chris smiled back.

…

"I need a break…" Tom said after a while of filming.

"Okay, 5 minutes." One of the team said.

Tom sighed and sat down on a chair. "I think I'm going to collapse any minute…" he mumbled, rubbing his face.

"If you don't feel well, you should really go home…" Chris said as he joined Tom.

"It's nothing really…" Tom lied.

"Don't lie to me. Just because you play Loki, doesn't mean you're as good as lying as he is." Chris chuckled. Tom smiled weak at him.

"You're right, but-"

"No buts. It doesn't help if you are not concentrating. We'll just shoot the scenes, where Loki is not appearing. So please get some rest." Chris said.

"Okay…" Tom said and stood up.

"Make sure you get the sleep you need." Chris called after him.

"Now I'm alone again…Great idea…" Tom already regretted going back to his hotel room.

The least he could do was trying to get some sleep after all.

He laid down on the big bed, but left the curtains open, so it wasn't too dark in the big, lonely room.

But he couldn't bring himself to close his eyes.

'When I close my eyes, the voice will come back again…'

He didn't want to be alone, the room was starting to freak him out, after he spent a while night awake in there.

"Thomas…" There it was again.

"Leave me alone!" Tom shouted at 'nothing'.

"Come to me…" The voice hissed like a snake.

"What do you want from me?! Who are you?!" Tom almost sobbed. Now he was a madman, great.

"Come to me…" the voice repeated.

"Come where to?" He sobbed. But just as he asked, he felt a strange force going through his body and it got him to go to the mirror in the bathroom.

Tom didn't dare to look at the mirror, too afraid of what he might see.

"Shh…Thomas, don't be scared…" The voice said gentle. "Come on, look at me…"

The Briton sobbed, but did as he was told.

First he saw himself, ashamed of the tears that ran down his cheeks.

"Don't cry, I'm not going to hurt you…" the voice promised. Tom's lips moved as it was said and soon his reflection changed.

Black hair, pale skin, green eyes…

It took Loki a moment to realize, who he saw in the mirror.

"L-Loki- This can't- I mean you're-" Tom couldn't think of anything to say. This was crazy…he was going insane.

"Loki of Asgard." Loki said and bowed.

"Y-You're not real, you're a fictional character. You're part of the human's imagination, brought to life by comics, animations and movies." Tom didn't know if to laugh or cry.

"That's what the world wants you to think, Thomas." Loki said a bit disappointed.

"Just a few days ago, everything was alright. So why am I seeing things that aren't there now?" He asked himself desperately. "What did I ever do to deserve this?"

"Thomas…"

"No! Go away! Leave me alone!" Tom shouted and smashed the mirror with his fist.

What was left were pieces of glass and blood from Tom's injured hand, the illusion was gone.

"He's gone…" Tom said in relief and looked at his bleeding hand. "Everything's just fine." He sobbed quietly as he eyed his hand.

Then everything went white.

As Tom opened his eyes he was back in his bed. The sun was shining bright through the windows.

"A dream? It was just a dream…" he sighed and relief and sat up. He looked at his hand.

"Nothing…" he smiled to himself. So he wasn't going insane…

He stood up and went to the mirror in the bathroom.

"Nothing…" he chuckled. Never was he so glad to find a normal mirror in his life.

So he continued to do what he did everyday:

Dress himself, eat breakfast and make himself ready for another day of filming.

Everything was normal. No Loki to be seen, except himself as he continued the shoot for Avengers.

Or was it just another illusion of Loki's own magic?