Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel, Lilo and Stitch or the Loki and the Loon comic series, most of the dialogue here is the artist's work.
As per usual, this is based on Megan's work and neither of us makes any claim to how Loki or Tom Hiddleston would behave in these situations.
Enjoy!
Chapter 10: The Taste for Scarves
The past few days since Tom had discovered a second alien had passed quite normally ...if two aliens chasing after each other aggressively counted as normal, that is. The landlady was yet to enquire about the raucous, probably assuming it was Loki. Tom believed that Loki secretly liked the new addition to the flat that was known as Stitch. He had decided to call him that once he realised that it too was from a movie; he had briefly wondered if discovering real life fictional characters was going to become a reoccurring event for him.
Nevertheless, it seemed that Loki and Stitch's shenanigans were yet to cease as they were both currently running around the house, and had been for the last fifteen minutes. Tom was quite certain that Stich had one of Loki's more beloved scarves in its jaws.
Tom could see Loki practically red in the face as he chased Stick.
"GIVE THAT BACK YOU PIECE OF ROADKILL!" he screamed.
Tom almost laughed as Loki tripped over himself. So much for the gracefulness of Loki.
Shaking his head, Tom, with all the calmness in the world, navigated his way in-between Stitch and the stairs. He swiftly but gently grabbed the scruff of Stitch's neck and lifted him off the ground, meeting the creature's eyes with his own as Loki came to a grinding halt behind him. He placed his hand underneath Stitch's mouth, gesturing for the black and grey scarf within its clenched teeth. Nothing. Tom frowned, "drop it," he said authoritatively, but not aggressively. Stitch bowed his head and released the scarf. "Good boy," Tom praised, grabbing the slightly damp scarf before it fell to the ground.
Tom turned to see astonished Loki, attempting to catch his breath. "Why does it obey you?"
Tom smiled; stitch curled around his shoulders, purring, "I don't exactly know, perhaps he likes my English breakfast."
Loki huffed again and stalked off, a slightly ruined scarf in hand. Almost immediately after, Stitch leap of his shoulders and disappeared up the stairs, following Loki. Seconds later, Tom suppressed a laugh as Stitch trotted proudly down the stairs, a particularly expensive looking green and gold scarf between his teeth.