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Returning to his table, Tom wasn't a fan of lying, but with his counterpart he was slowly growing adjusted to doing such a thing. Naturally, he would never lie to you. He was a doting prince – rather, Asgardian God beneath the flesh. He would do anything to see you smile and he knew that since the day you had been ranting and raving about the Tangerine Spine. He could understand why though, those thousands of tomes, the romantic candlelight, it was a perfect place for bookworms much like himself to listen to the spoken art while fine dining. You had never asked for anything from him. He knew how you were and even his counterpart adored your strength and independence.
However, Tom was nervous beyond all reason to tell you that he and Loki were the same person.
That he could easily tap into Loki's many powers and make people kneel or do what he so desired. That he would flash those green eyes and cool tone and suddenly he was a mere shred of the Asgardian God and still rule over mortals. That he could easily change from Hiddleston to Loki and become his darker, more seductive counterpart. Tom wasn't kidding when he informed interviewers that he was Loki.
He wasn't sure how it had happened honestly. Smirking to himself, he supposed it was true: that actors did become the character they play; look at what happened to the Joker and Heath Ledger. Ledger had transformed into the Joker in a secluded hotel room and unleashed his persona on the screen. Everyone had thought that Ledger was playing the part when in actuality, it was the Joker. Ledger had it rough though; the Joker wasn't one to allow such dominance from a mere Hollywood actor. He fought for control over Ledger's body until it was too much to handle. Ledger had tried to eliminate the Joker by means of drugs, but accidentally overdosed.
Tom's spine shivered. He hoped he would never have to come to that. Though with how collected Loki was, he didn't think that situation would ever play out.
During his time as Loki in the Marvel movies, he felt something overcome him. Some dark, strange power from taking on the role of a fictional Asgardian God. Curious by the role he was set to play, he read into Loki's mythology to understand the character better. The more he engaged in the part, the stronger those powers blossomed and soon they embodied him. It was a weird situation and at first, Loki wasn't too fond of the idea of sharing a body. When there was a scene for Loki to appear, the God relished in it while fooling everyone into thinking that it was Tom merely getting into the role.
Tom wasn't surprised to learn that Robert could easily become Tony Stark. The two had set up get togethers where they would do nothing but engage in their characters for hours without end. No one even knew difference and that made them grin. Hemsworth was still getting used to Thor after all these years (the man still couldn't figure out how to conjure lightening). Rogers easily took on the role of the good old Captain and Ruffalo had tapped into Bruce, but never the Hulk. Johansson was indiscernible; she always seemed to keep the Widow and her so in sync that it was hard to tell the two apart. The same applied for Barton and Renner.
Tom sighed in defeat, he knew he couldn't keep this secret from you any longer and that it wouldn't be right to continue this relationship without you knowing the truth. Tom was already in a relationship of three months with you and you had to know sooner or later. He would have told you sooner, but the idea of losing you merely terrified him. You were the world to him and for you not to be in it would devastate him (as well as Loki) to the core. As he re-entered the dining lounge, he saw you surrounded by candlelight. The flickering flames brought out the color of your hair and made your dress appear as though it were made of seafoam.
Sighing to himself, he knew he would have to tell you tonight. He figured he would tell you after dinner; it would be best not to ruin such a wonderful evening. After a few moments of placing their orders, the appetizers were served and the show began.
The first poetess was a famous Bohemian from Florida whose poems were filled with the wonders of nature as you and Tom shared a plate of fried cucumbers. The second poet was a gardener from New Jersey whose literature spoke of the beauty of women and how they were all deities and should be treated as such. Tom whispered how you were a goddess and how he would always treat you that way as you blushed once more while eating fettuccini alfredo. He laughed softly as some of the sauce splashed onto your lips. You grinned, forcing the food into the back of your throat and wiping away the mess. When your plates were taken away, Tom excused himself once more as you awaited the final performer.
You hoped he would return soon. You would hate it if he missed the final performer as the server presented you with only one plate of pistachio ice cream topped with fresh whipped cream. Cocking an eyebrow, you asked the waiter why he had only brought you one. It was at then he pointed to the stage and told you to watch. Uncertain of what he meant, your eyes rolled to the stage where Melissa stood once more. She bore a grin as bright as a light bulb, containing excitement just as wild and unfiltered as yours.
"Our last performer is Tom Hiddleston, reading classic poems by Lord Byron and Shakespeare."
Did you hear that right?
Tom now appeared on the stage, with no paper in his hand and nothing to reference. Eyes widening, the shock prevented you from clapping as you stared at your gorgeous man on a stage, the moonlight shining down on him acting as nature's spotlight. The candlelight ignited your glow, your body now red with blush. Your heart beat quickly as you watched him stare at you through the flickering flames and smile that cunning, sexy smile. He had this planned and you didn't even know it.
When Tom recited Shakespeare your heart sunk into your toes. He treated every word like an infant and filled it with emotion. You had heard him read those sonnets and plays before, but tonight seemed different. Tonight was passion lying beneath the guise of daintiness; of a confession resting beneath your flesh and beating loud, thrumming in your ears, of shared smiles and passed glances, wondering what lied behind those eyes and praying that they held a heart full of admiration, of fancy dinner to say 'I deeply love you' and spoken words to confirm 'I know what your heart aches for and I can give you it', and of how the candlelight brought out intimacy in even the simplest of actions, like holding hands across the table and kissing their tender flesh.
Tom knew words won you like a prize at a carnival. How he handled words was an art in itself. Each syllable was properly enunciated or else he would feel guilty if he didn't. Each phrase was delivered with some sort of emotion stirring inside him and keeping attendants on the edge of their seat. He was truly a God in his talent and how it made your love for him double was a feat to behold. Eating your ice cream, the flavor seemed to fade away, your focus only being Tom. Even the cream did nothing, as sweet as it was; it could not compare to the sweetness of Tom Hiddleston. So far he had read Shakespearean sonnets and Lord Byron's 'Love and Death', leaving one poem left to be spoken by his fair lips.
"For my last poem, I will read Lord Byron's 'She Walks in Beauty' and dedicate it to my very own beauty, (_)."
It was a miracle you didn't choked on your ice cream. Surprised at this, all eyes temporarily fell on you before Tom cleared his throat and spoke each word of the famous piece. Was this a declaration of love and if it was, then your heart beat tenfold, wondering if he had felt the same for you as you did him. Every word that rolled off his tongue was like magic and you were enamored, your brain knew this poem like the back of your hand, and recited the words alongside Tom's voice. Your spine reclined into the comfort of the chair as it seemed weightless to you. The only thing that seemed to bear any weight in the room was Tom's words, filling your head like pebbles in a pond, and you couldn't save yourself from them. Nor did you want to. Every word was more intriguing than the last, as you surrendered your heart to the man before you.
When he finished, he returned to your table. You restrained yourself from leaping across the table and kissing him with the passion of a thousand sailors wishing to be home in their loves' arms. As he paid for the bill, eyes roamed over to the table, wanting to meet your beloved before you left the premises. By no means was Tom irritated and knew that they were only now watching him and wanting to meet him. Had he not presented himself as the final reader, they probably wouldn't have noticed. But time was on your side tonight, having received your receipt first before any other table. Offering you his arm once more, he led you out of the Tangerine Spine and into the darkness of night. The orange moon still hung over your heads, sparkling alongside the stars.
Instead of automatically taking you home, you both decided to walk through the streets of the city. By now it was the late hours when the party people started to flood the roads, crowd the intersections, and loudly claim the world as theirs. But most of them vanished within the vicinity of a club, leaving the streets to strollers and those who worked too hard for money just going home from work. Cabs still dotted the roads beneath blazing building lights.
Deciding now would be the best time, you hand slipped into his and held it tightly, scared to release him for the confession about to slip from your mouth. Standing before him, you met with Tom's eyes as you blushed, causing him to furrow his brows in confusion.
"Wait."
"What's wrong, love?"
"Listen, before we do anything, there's something I really….really…really need to get off my chest."
You saw worry twinkle in his eyes like the stars. By no means was this your intent and you felt your heart pang in pain. Your gripped his hand tighter as a way of reassuring him that this was nothing wrong or impure or something to be scared of. He allowed you to, his fingers resting in your clasp as your cheeks deeply descended into crimson shades.
"I…..I…I…," you swallowed hard.
You knew it would be hard, but not this hard. It was now or never and it would be best to spit it out now before you forgot how to breathe or crushed his hand. Looking away from his eyes, you couldn't bear to stare into those gorgeous blue orbs. Those orbs gave way to his very passionate soul that you so desired and would give up anything just to be with. His eyes conveyed every single emotion capable, just like his voice which echoed in your head, reciting 'She Walks in Beauty' once more. You were his beauty, you were his queen of night, his everything, and you knew that deep down in your heart. In return, he was your world, your very night, your very universe, and nothing could take that away from you other than a simple denial of emotions. Your mind raced, hoping he wouldn't run from the words that now tumbled from your lips.
"I love you, Tom."
His smile turned sorrowful, causing your heart to stop beating. Your nightmare was unraveling and you suddenly released his hand. Stepping back a bit, his eyes widened as he quickly reached for your hands. Your heart jolted, pounding once more each throb was hard like a rock being thrown against your chest. Maybe you shouldn't have said anything and allowed him to say it first or deny your emotions altogether, bottling them up like a fine wine, never to be opened. Bowing your head, you couldn't stand to look into that sad smile as you resisted the urge to run.
"(_), I have something to confess to you as well."
"What…what is it?"
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, his warm hands melting away as cold fingers came to, capturing your delicate palms. His flesh seemed to turn a different shade of white, as white as the snow in the coldest part of the world. Those curls you so deeply adored, turned into a slicked back style you immediately recognized as your heart stopped pounding, the shock taking over your frame. Silence captured your breathing as you watched his eyes open once more to reveal startling emeralds, shimmering wildly with untamed fire. He still wore Tom's outfit, though this was not the man you had known before. Rather, this was someone you had seen in movies and pictures; always believing he was fictional, nothing more than a creation of Marvel. But now he stood before you, fantasy breaking any grasp of reality you might have had before.
"I am Loki."
His cool voice broke the walls of your mind. Indeed, he was Loki. There were no special effect teams around or makeup artists to convince you otherwise. There were no cameramen filming a celebrity prank show where you would be the victim in this menagerie. Your eyes darted, wondering if anyone else had witnessed the sight before you, but thankfully no one else was there. The streets of LA held you and Loki like a picture in an imperfect frame, knowing that one of you could run from the situation at hand. Staring at him, you gazed into his eyes, wondering if the man you had still loved was somewhere within.
"Loki….?"
"Yes, (_), I am Loki. Your beloved Tom and I are one in the same person."
Through those glittering emeralds you saw Tom's tender ocean orbs. Your heart remembered to pound as it echoed against your wrists and ribs. Shaking your body from the inside out, the internal organ beat as though it was about to die and you would exist no more. Your fingertips were clutched in Loki's cold clasp as you pried your fingers away from it. Watching his eyes narrow in worry and caution, he failed to notice your fingertips slowly slide up his arm, and warmly press against his cheek. So cold was he that your mere touch made his narrowed eyes give way to surprise, having never felt such warmth from another being other than Frigga. Eyes never leaving you, he watched you examine him. Loki did exist, there was no denying that and you couldn't even ignore the fact that he shared a body with your boyfriend. He felt your kisses, your embraces, and everything that you had done so far to Tom. While you both hadn't breached the sexual border, it would be a fun venture to explore – the idea of satisfying two men in one body made your cheeks burn brightly, making Loki grin wickedly.
You smirked.
"Are you burdened with glorious purpose?"
"Yes. And that purpose is to love you as Tom so dearly does. To defend you from any harm that shall come your way and to hold you without hesitation. To be by your side should you are ever in need and to kiss you as I so desire."
Your smirk blossomed into a smile as you threw your arms around the Asgardian God. Kissing his cheek, Loki felt his cheeks warm softly before holding you tightly. Hands working their way up your body, his cold fingertips left trails of shivers which made your heart race. The fabric seemed meaningless in his hands, finding the place where your back was revealed at the top of the dress. The shivers raced down your spine, sending a pleasurable tingle that made your heart rattle like a snake's tail. Planting a slow but gentle kiss on your cheek, Loki smirked and held you at arms' length. Blush still smeared your cheeks, but you couldn't help but to smile. Loki reflected your expression and pulled you close to him, kissing you deeply.
The kiss seemed to inhabit the rest of the night, his cold lips on yours slowly transforming into Tom's warm touch. All the warmth you had inflicted upon Loki's frame returned now, stronger than ever as Tom held you in his slender arms. Neither one of you wanted to break such a loving kiss, allowing the night to pass you by without a care. Let the sun rise and shine down upon your bodies, drawn by the inescapable ties of love; you didn't care. The world could end in that moment, but as long as you held onto Tom and Loki nothing else would matter. Slowly pulling away from each other, you smiled as you met with Tom's blue orbs once more. His curls framed his fair skin as you swore a flash of green reflected in his eyes, a temporary farewell and reminder that Loki still existed within his frame and that you were not dreaming.
Offering you his arm once more, Tom led you into the lights of LA. The night was still young. You didn't have to be in work until late tomorrow and Tom had the day off to do as he pleased. Maybe he would wait for you to come home and kiss you once more with the passion of an Asgardian God. Smiling at that idea, you allowed him to lead you into the bright boulevards and the wondrous world that unfolded at your feet.