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: yay this one is so much better. sorry for the wait!3 if you have any plot bunnies ideas please don't be afraid to share them with me ouo

Vietnomnom: I've got to say, I had to correct a lot of grammar pertaining to the mass of sexual tension in this fic. Yay for me! DO IT LOKI, DO HIM HARD!

KG-Sarenaty: 0/3/0 well um what she said. also please look at some of her stores shes so much better then me. thank you, all you readers please enjoy this next chapter.

To MSNGone: yeah yes i will be a Loki clone, ps; Viet calls me Loki and i call her tony, or *wink* ( we live together)

Disclaimer: i own nothing!

Chapter three: Monster in my Closet

Midafternoon and Tom had already cleaned his mess; the text startled him and gave him cause for worry. This was obviously the act of some stalker or one of his friends playing around; Maybe Robert. He sniffled on the bed; looking to his TV a random movie was on as background noise, some actors flashed onto screen and off, a cliché horror movie it seemed. Casting reddening eyes down, he looked at his cell. Since that morning he had gotten worse and hotter. The pills made the headaches go away but he still felt horrid, his temperature unaffected. Damn faulty pills he thought lazily to himself. Sinking further down into his bed he flipped open his cell the unanswered text glaring brightly back up at him. His skin felt loose and a bit too warm, but too cold as well. His fingers moved nimbly over the keys.

"Robert is that you?"

His cell made a soft beep as he pressed the send button. Blinking slowly he shut his eyes already feeling sleepy, his hand beeped up at him the cell bright with a new text. Groggily he read it.

"Do not mistake me for some ant like him dear Mr. Hiddleston. You already know my name."

Tom blinked and laughed lightly if not a bit crazily, this was stupid and whoever this was being a bit too rude for his tastes. He laid the cell back in his lap, he would just block the number if need be. The past two days had left him scared, sick, and damn tired. He was in no mood for peoples annoying pranks, and this one was starting to grate on his nerves.

A sharp spike in his headache caused the ill man to whimper and groan, curling in on himself to try and minimize the oncoming pain. Whoever it was that made those pills needed to be sued for false advertisement; bloody Americans and their idiotic excuse for homeopathic medicines.

In front of him on the nightstand sat his scarf. Looking at it made his brows furrow and his lips thin out into a line. He swore it had been lost back at the cove, he couldn't remember where it was after that. Certainly Chris did not pick it up, he knew for sure. Reaching out he pulled it into the covers with him and stoked the checkered pattern; a gift after making the Thor movie. He was given the scarf he had worn as Loki for the scene where he'd approached Thor in his SHIELD cell after trying to reclaim his hammer; he'd been using it ever since. His eyes widened, a flash of memory from his dream came to a head—or was it from the night before? The pain dulled in his mind a bit as he shut his eyes laying on his back, hand and scarf lazily tossed over his face. I'm wasting time being sick, I need to work on the movie. He felt restless, the gang had sent him a few more texts since that morning but he did not want to burden them or get them sick as well. Chris sent him one as well not to long before he had texted back to the stalker. It was time to go to work and he was going to be there soon whether he liked it or not. He lifted the cell out of the blankets and texted the stalker back.

"I'm going to block you Mister Stalker. I'm sick thanks to your late-night antics. Please don't attempt to contact me again." Almost immediately the other replied. Tom stared at the message alert, thinking over whether or not he should look before blocking the caller; he gave in.

"It was all a bit of fun; I assure you that I meant no harm."

Tom blinked slowly before groaning at the text, thoughts coming into place; whoever this person was, they were talking as if they themselves were Loki, using his lines. One more time he sent a message.

"I guessed your little game; you're pretending to be Loki. You forgot one thing though, Loki wouldn't know how to work a cell."

Tom sent the message and went to block the number, he waited and there was no text; maybe he didn't need to block it. The cell buzzed. With a sigh he checked the message, just this one last time, and then no more.

"As you humans say it,' I beg to differ'."

What next was one hell of a shock; god forbid for Tom to ever have a normal life. Standing at the foot of his bed, in a strikingly familiar suit, stood a very tall, very dark, and very real Loki. Tom shouted and jumped up and away, effectively hitting his head on the bed's back board. He gave a hiss and kept his wide eyes on the man in front of him, "Bloody hell…" he muttered looking about frantically for his cell, and then seeing it at the end of the bed. Do to his wigging out, Tom could do nothing but gape. The other man smirked, green eyes narrowed in glee, and brows pulled up into thick smooth arches.

"Do calm yourself Mr. Hiddleston, it doesn't suit you." Tom twitched and held his head, a good bump already forming on the back of it; he was having a panic attack. How the hell did this deranged man manage to get into his room?

"Who are you-ahhn!" tom winced again and lowered his voice, everything felt too loud to bright to slow and to hot. "How did you get in here?" he pressed his back to the cold backboard keeping distance from the frightening look alike. It surprised him and had a shocked sort of awe at how much like him the other was; like Tom, Loki looked as well.

Loki kept his hands folded behind him, a catlike smile on his face; it had been so long since the trickster could have any fun. "Who else would I be? I am Loki" he placed a hand smoothly across his chest voice even and quite, smooth. Tom squirmed under the other man's stare as Loki eyed him. It was something he had not seen before, a true doppelganger. He stepped forward, but the human jumped, flailing about to get away but only tangled himself in his sheets and landed on the floor; poor thing was just making his condition worse. Tom groaned and began to sit up using his elbows, but on his chest, a shoe pressed down cold and hard with inhuman strength, pinning him to the floor. "Do sit still." Loki deadpanned sitting just on the end of the bed, foot still firmly planted on the other man's chest. Toms panicking became worse; this was not a good situation. He started to hyperventilate, his vision becoming black on the edges and blurry. The other man's words felt distant and dream like.

"You can't be!" he gasped, eyes now half glaring at the overpowering intruder; this just could not be happing.

"What could make you believe me?" the other asked, pressing down a bit feeling the ribcage compress slightly, "What could I do to change your pitiful human mind?" he released the pressure, not entirely wanting to hurt him. "You already know...some form of my story…. And legends." Loki watched the other, the man's breathing uneven and fast, blue watery eyes watching him. How weak and human and…beloved. Loki sneered, pressing down again. Tom hissed in response; this man was a lunatic!

"Stop!" he gasped, his hands grabbing hold of Loki's ankle and pushing, though it did nothing to move the other. "Please stop!"

"Or what?" Loki bit out, grinding down the heel of his shoe; he would leave an impressive bruise.

Tom stared up at the god, his hands no longer pushing "….magic, show me true magic a-and I'll believe you." he said, pain in his voice and a whimper on the end; this was degrading and utterly painful, not only that but he felt as if his consciousness would leave him soon. Loki looked at him long and hard, the grim line his lips turned into slowly found their way into a smile. He removed his foot, a large dark red spot already forming on the human's chest.

"You want to see my magic?" he whispered. He had to be careful not to deplete what he had gained through this Earth's slim reserves, but he could indulge himself a small amount for now. "Very well human." Loki moved just barely to hover over him going down to his knees and casting his shadow over the blonde. Tom was trapped between the larger man's knees and swallowed back the fear slowly consuming him. "I came to you in interest you see, Mr. Hiddleston, as you", he reached down and grabbed a fistful of curly blonde hair and dragged it just so, jarring his head to the side with a sharp tug, exposing the long and smooth neck, "look like me and I", his face hovered close staring intently with sharp green eyes at Toms face and features. Long pail fingers touched Tom's neck slowly, thumb pressing down in the front just so that it would flow with the rest of the slow stoking of the frightened man's face. The intimacy made Tom blink and frown in either pain from his hair being pulled so harshly, or the discomfort of the chilled hand upon his fevered skin, "look like you." Loki pulled away, allowing Tom to see him fully, and slowly, a light came over him and the heavy and decorated armor began to shift over him, different from what they looked like in the Thor film, making the dark man look even larger. The golden helmet melted into view, the horns rounded forward and up in an imposing arch. Loki leered down at his captive audience with feral toothed grin.

"Oh dear god…" Tom gaped unable to move away from the others grip; heart already pounding, his vision blurred slowly out again, and then all that was left was the dark.

Light shifted and the dreamless dark lifted with heavy lids, knocking could be heard loudly in the room. Tom blinked awake pulling the blanket over his head burrowing his face further into the pillow; "I'm in bed!" he called out. The door opened and in came a meekly smiling Chris.

"Sleeping all day?" he laughed, carrying a small brown bag in his hand. "I texted you earlier and I see why you didn't text me back."

"I was having the oddest dream." Tom sighed while slowly sitting up and yawning, he still felt too hot under his skin, but his head felt better than it had the day before; maybe those pills weren't as faulty as he had previously thought.

"Tell me about it, this strange dream." Said Chris as he walked over, pulling one of the kitchen chairs over and next to the bed, the blonde tossed the small package into the sick man's lap.

"I can't remember most of it at all; still, it felt so real- Loki was in my room. Can you imagine?" Tom opened the package and smiled, inside was good expensive brand of medicine, "Oh you're my savior Chris, thank you." he coughed and held his chest with a grimace. He stilled as the fit passed, his hand gently pressing down on his shirt-he felt it, the bruise.

"Don't mention it. But dreaming of Loki? I'm surprised you're not dreaming that you are him. I dreamt I was Thor a while back…."Chris smiled back, though if a little worried, "You ok?"

"Yeah," Tom pulled the bottle out and unscrewed the top, allowing the strong alcoholic smell fill his nose, "don't worry, I just hope this cold passes soon, I would really like to go back to work." he filled the cap and took a hearty gulp. It tasted just as bad as it smelt, but it was supposed to help him fight this illness.

Chris lent forward in his chair, looking at the smaller man, "Hey you sure you're ok? We couldn't tell if you had hurt anything from your fall into the cove." Tom waved a hand dismissively, leaning back into the backboard again. The fall had done nothing to him, but only gave him a scare and a cold. It was the dreams that were messing with him. Tom sat quiet with the medicine bottle clutched in his hands as he stared at the small words on the label.

"Do you ever think that the Norse gods could be real?" he nearly whispered, eyes not moving to look at his larger friend. Chris smile widened but then slowly disappeared into a thin line, his hand stoked the stubble on his chin slowly in thought.

"Maybe at some point for the Nordic people, but they're gods Tom and I really don't think they actually lived. Hell, if they did, I would definitely not want to meet them. I like Thor and everything but from what the myths say, he was a real ass, Odin too…" Chris looked to Tom, glancing at the thin hands that toyed with the bottle "What brought this up all of a sudden?"

Tom blinked out of his stupor and looked up smiling "Just a thought really; you're right though, they're just stories…Definitely not real." Tom laughed with Chris, trying not to cough again. If that's so, then what happened today? Did I really meet Loki, the god of fire and lies? He rubbed the bruise again and licked his lips absentmindedly. Chris and he continued to talk for a bit, reminiscing and just gossiping, and not too soon they were on Tom's Xbox playing the new Thor game, bickering and laughing.

"Hey Tom, I forgot to say sorry about your girlfriend."

"Why? It just wasn't working out for the both of us. You know how relationships work in the media…." He paused with the game to sip from his soup, kindly made by his friend, the broth felt great and warmed him up, "I'm looking for something more…. At least stable anyway"

"Good luck with that" Chris smiled patting his shoulder. Suddenly Tom's cell beeped and a silky humming tune emanated from it. Chris lifted a brow "Did you do that?" Tom gulped and laughed, when did the trickster customize his text alert?

"Before, when we went for our little trip, I was bored." he lied, reaching for the device and opening it. He groaned aloud.

"I plan on returning Mr. Hiddleston, so do not get too comfortable"

"Who's that?" Chris asked trying to peer at the text, but Tom had backed out of it too fast for the Aussie to see. "Nothing, I just have a new friend that's a bit…. Overwhelming"

"….a stalker?" Chris looked concerned. Tom's eyes shot open and he laughed a tad nervously.

"No just, well…" he licked his lips thinking before he could stop it the words flew from his lips "…an old friend of the family."

"Oh, a girl?" Chris waggled his brows making Tom chuckle.

"No, no, it's nothing like that." It was Chris's turn to answer his cell as it came to life with a text as well.

"Oh! I got to go, they need me back on set." he ruffled the sick blonds curls dodging the swatting hand "Get better soon!" he nearly skipped out of the room shutting the door behind him. Tom huffed fixing his hair, being with his friend was nice and comforting, 'I hope he doesn't get sick from visiting me', he worried flopping back onto his bed. Some more sleep would do well. He pulled himself back up to the top of the bed and begin to relax when he remember his cell, slowly he brought it back up and opened the text.

"I plan on returning Mr. Hiddleston, so do not get to comfterble"

Tom bit his lip and texted back

"Why me?"

He waited for a long while, but even hours later when the sun was beginning to set, he did not receive a text. Tom walked sluggishly around his room in only jeans and a white button up; the suit felt like it needed some cleaning and he was too restless to do anything immobile like sitting. The few dishes he had where in their rack drying and the tables where clean, his laundry done and his paperwork sorted. On the nightstand his laptop was open but nothing was up, he felt maybe he should give his fans a Twitter update on his stasis or even just bother Jeremy, it seemed as though the man was always online or sleeping. Tom moved over to the large window facing out to the city and sighed. The last few days where different and confusing. From the window he spotted the bright light of a new text from his phone where it sat on his bed, the humming almost muffled by the blanket. "Took him long enough." he spoke aloud and quickly picked up his cell and sat down. His fever was down but now he felt sleepy and weak. Opening the text he read it slowly.

"Why you? Why not?"

"Why do you do that?" he put his face into his open hand and groaned "Why do you have to speak in riddles?" Quietly and almost unnoticed, Tom heard the soft click of his front door closing. He turned expecting nothing but physically jumped at the sight of the posh figure blocking his only way out. "Quit that!" he gasped, eyes wide, it was already becoming a horrible habit becoming frightened by the god's appearance. "Why can't you knock like a normal person?" he asked standing and straightening his shirt. He wouldn't be caught off guard like last time, he knew how to fight even if he never had to REALLY use it. Loki walked further into the room, neither a smile nor a frown upon his lips

"Humans, can't even hear me walk in….. Do calm yourself." He sighed walking into the kitchen he pulled open one of the cabinets and grabbed one of the wine glasses. In his other hand materialized a half empty wine bottle "Care for a drink? Its vintage, I made it myself." Tom shook his head in no, circling around the bed and closer towards the other. This just couldn't be real; this has to be some sort of prank. "Do sit still Thomas, I am real and it is something you must wrap your mortal mind around." Loki poured himself a glass and took a small sip. Tom quirked a brow and opened his mouth to speak but stopped, then began again, confused.

"Did you just…?"

"Read your mind? No it's obvious from your face. I can read you like a children's picture book…. With rainbow colored words." The blonde's brows furrowed together and he bit his lip; that must have been a form of insult. Loki walked closer just an arms length from the other, Tom noticing that Loki was still taller than even him." You're shorter than what I had thought." Loki reached out, grabbing Tom by his chin and forcing his head side-to-side, looking him over. Tom pulled back glaring as best he could, "Oh, that looks good on you." Loki leered with a purr. Tom blinked, his glare faltering.

"You're far too tall; is everyone back where you come from as tall as you?" Tom asked, attempting to stay out of arms reach of the god. Lokis eyes narrowed as he looked down at the human before him.

"Yes and no, but that is none of your concern." Loki walked past him, arm just brushing against the other's shoulder as he waltzed past; the city was slowly being consumed by night. "Your human world is quite tedious, did you know that? No magic to speck of and no way out." Loki scanned the horizon with sullen eyes, lips finding the smooth rim of the wine glass. Tom stepped closer, looking up at the other from his side; it still felt so out of place. "What makes me so intrigued is how so many people here enjoy thinking my name and how you…. Do not fear me as much as I expected." he sneered glancing down at the shorter man from the corner of his eye.

"Why should I?"

The door burst open suddenly with a familiarly loud and joyous shout, "TOM WAKE UP! WE GOT FOOD!" Chris stumbled in with Robert and Evans just behind him. Tom looked back startled, and when he looked back, expecting to see Loki, the god was already gone.

"Oh, you're up!" Robert smiled smoothly, "We managed to get away from the ladies so we could check up on you, but it seems you're doing fine…..Tom, are you drinking?" Tom gaped, looking from them, to the empty place next to him, and then back to the three men staring.

"No why—"he looked down; in his hand was the nearly empty glass of wine. "He was just here! You should have seen him!" The naturally brunette (but as of now blonde for the movie) Chris looked at him for a long moment "Are you feeling ok? Drinking while you're sick isn't a very good idea dude." Tom shook his head and set the glass down glaring at it, imagining it was Loki.

It's like telling them there's a Monster in my Closet