When Mischief Maker Who Came to Earth, or When Loki Met Tom

"I am Loki, of Asgard and I am burdened with glorious purpose!"

Ten years ago, Tom Hiddleston uttered that famous line. It was that phrase that made Tom so beloved around the world. Ten years he had played Prince Loki, making fans adore him for his charisma as the charming and bold Asgardian. All these years he traveled meeting fans through premieres and Comic-Cons, he never dreamed of what would follow one particular morning.

The morning began as usual as any other. Tom had gone for a run around the block to energize himself. After a brisk jog, he felt renewed and went home for a hot cup of tea. As he banged around the kitchen putting the kettle on the stove, Tom was startled by a blast of bright light in the middle of the kitchen. When Tom recovered, standing before him was a handsome man in green with red curly hair and long daggers pointed at him.

"I am Loki, kneel before me, mortal!" the man said.

Tom was taken aback. Am I dreaming? he thought.

Tom shook his head, as if to shake the sleep from his eyes. When that didn't work, he slapped his head, to prove to himself he was not dreaming.

Yep, I'm not dreaming, Tom said.

"So, you really are Loki, am I right?" Tom asked.

"I've seen your...plays, mortal, and I am not amused," Loki growled.

Tom held up his hands in surrender. "I am so sorry. I've only based it on what has been written about you for thousands of years. I apologize."

"You mortals are so foolish," Loki sneered.

Tom drew himself up, in an effort to be hospitable. "Please, is there anything I can do? Would you fancy tea? Breakfast? How can I make it up?"

Loki wrinkled his brows. "What is this tea you speak of?"

Tom brightened. "Really? You don't have tea on Asgard?"

"No, we do not. What is it?"

"Oh you are in for a treat then, sir."

At that moment, the kettle whistled and Tom poured himself a cup with a splash of milk and did the same for Loki's cup and added two sugars. Tom was about to warn Loki but before he could, the prince had already taken a sip.

"Well?" Tom asked.

"This drink, I like it," Loki said, pleased.

"Well, as long as you don't smash my china," Tom laughed.

"Why would I do that?" Loki asked.

"Well, doesn't your brother do that?" Tom asked.

"My brother does a lot of things, but smashing cups is the least of them," Loki said. "What else do these mortal plays tell you?"

"Well, where do I start?" Tom laughed.

Tom went into great detail about how on Earth, Loki was portrayed in the films as one of the greatest villains of all time but was now being viewed as more of an antihero through each film or "play," as Loki called them. When he finished, Loki was taken aback.

"Really? Is this how you mortals see me, as a tragic hero?" Loki asked.

"Again, I'm truly sorry. We've only based it on what was written about you," Tom said.

Loki smiled. "No apologies necessary, mortal. I find it quite amusing how you mortals worship and adore me."

Tom blushed. "Well, in that case you're very welcome, sir. Is there anything more I do for you?"

Loki rose and bowed. "No, Mr. Tom Hiddleston. Only that you continue your work as well, me, in these plays. I shall be watching with great enthusiasm."

"Well, I shall do my best, sir," Tom said.

With a flash of bright light, Loki departed Tom's kitchen. As Tom was left alone in his kitchen, he knew this was one of the strangest encounters he had ever had, but he had the approval from the man, or god himself.

The End