Disclaimer: This series has been inspired by the Loki and the Loon comic series by Meghan on Tumblr. Please check out Meghan comics out as they are the original works.

I do not own Marvel or its characters. The way Tom Hiddleston is represented in this

Chapter 3: The New Roommate

It was an ordinary morning; the sun was up and Loki was busy going about his morning routine with so much enthusiasm that Midgard seemed to be spinning slower. For some reason he couldn't quite comprehend, he had chosen to wear his Asgardian attire for the day. Most days he couldn't be bothered to take the time to put it on so he simply used Midgardian clothing, which at times could be quite tasteful.

At times.

With a yawn, he made his way to the kitchen and selected his favourite #1 BRO mug from the cupboard to hold his morning coffee; the only thing that kept him awake these 'dull' mornings. The mug itself had suspiciously appeared on his doorstep one afternoon, clad in red and blue wrapping paper. He didn't have to guess who it was from once he read the slogan. He did, after all, have more than two brain cells.

Unlike the gifter of the mug.

As he poured his coffee, two quick knocks came from the door. He froze in fear. I just paid the rent.

Loki let out a hiss when the scolding coffee seeped onto his hand and brought him back to his senses. The previous day came back to him. Cursing to himself, he headed towards the door with his coffee. It must be the mortal that answered my ad. "I can't believe after everything it has come to this," he mumbled as he stared at the flat door with despair.

Wanting to give a dramatic first impression; he opened the door of the flat 9491 with a wee bit of magic. With a smirk, he moved into view as smoothly as possible, "hello. You must be-"

The Midgardian smiled. "Hello! I'm Tom Hiddleston, it's a pleasure to meet you."

'Tom' held out a hand to him, still smiling. Loki stared at the hand that looked like his own, belonging to an arm, a body and a face that also looked like his own. His soul, however, was different. Tom continued to smile, still offering his hand.

He made no move to take up the offer. "Why do you resemble me?" he sneered, the steam emanating from his coffee mug making him look particularly evil, or so he hoped.

Toms' face turned to shock and he lowered his hand slightly. "Uh …hehe?"

Loki shook his head, closing his eyes. After several awkward seconds, he opened them again, only to see Tom staring at him with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm here to answer an ad; I'm not late am I?" he asked, not appearing to be bothered by anything.

"You are very late." He straightened himself up, deciding to save himself from any further humiliation. He nodded to the ground. "…Kneel." Waiting for a response, he took a sip of his coffee. He then used every bit of self-control not to spit out the now cold coffee, making a few interesting faces in the process.

Tom raised the other eyebrow. "I'm going to have to say no," he said calmly.

Loki opened his mouth in shock. How dare this mortal refuse him? He contemplated the cost of turning away this 'imposter'. On one hand, he wouldn't have to figure out whatever was going on, on the other, he had no other way to pay the rent. He could not face the landlady another day.

His hand tightened around his coffee mug in anger. Conceal don't feel.

Tom's attention was drawn by the motion, "what happened to your hand?"

Loki frowned, "coffee is meant to wake oneself up, is it not?"

"You may want to put some ice on that," Tom advised.

With a sigh, Loki dropped his frown to a mildly annoyed look. "You may as well come inside, but if I see one spot of dirt on the floor, you are never to return to this place." He turned and strode off, leaving a rather amused Tom in the door frame.