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. It's just the concept of Tom and Loki interacting with each other.
Enjoy!
Chapter 14: Comic-Con
Thor's snores had rumbled through the apartment walls like thunder all night. Though he had fallen asleep on the downstairs couch, Loki could still hear his snores as clearly as though he were in the same room. As a result, Loki had elected to sleep with his head underneath his pillow; stitch curled up on top of it. They had both stayed there all night, Loki getting less than two hours of sleep. Eventually, the snoring stopped. Loki had no idea when, but he couldn't care less. Sighing, he removed his head from under the pillow, shrugging stitch off it before placing his head where he had been curled up. Loki felt himself relaxing into the warmth, and he smiled.
Then Loki felt the sun shine brightly through the blinds directly into his closed eyes. He could have screamed. But of course, Loki was much too dignified for that and instead settled for cursing his brother and the nine realms for all eternity. Full of rage, Loki rolled out of bed and slipped down the stairs, stitch close behind him. When he reached the kitchen, he was met by the sight of his brother happily eating his way through a box of chocolate pop tarts, a whole other box already discarded to the side next to Mjolnir. To the left of the kitchen counter sat Tom, intensely focused on something he was writing.
"Morning, brother!" Thor exclaimed happily through a mouth full of sugary breakfast.
Loki frowned as he stepped into the kitchen and sat beside Tom. Stich moved to rest on Thor's shoulders and in turn Loki felt a jab of jealousy and turned to Tom. He peered over Tom's shoulder and read. He raised an eyebrow.
"Not that I care, but what exactly is this for?"
Tom looked up briefly. "They're showing a clip at Comic-con in a few days," He answered.
Loki's eyes widened. If he recalled correctly, a 'clip' was a quick and sharp blow, particularly across the ear. Showing a clip? What kind of barbaric society...?
Noticing Loki and Thor's equally shocked expression, Tom chuckled. "A trailer," he clarified.
Loki looked even more confused. "A what?" He asked
"A preview for a movie."
Loki frowned thoughtfully. "I see. What exactly are you doing there?" He pressed.
"I'm pretending to be you."
"You're what?"
"I surprise the audience by making an appearance as you, so I'm just preparing what I'm going to say."
Loki peered at Tom's writing more closely. He frowned. "Your handwriting is appalling, and I wouldn't say that." His eyes trailed down the page as Tom continued to write. "Nor that …Perhaps you should just let me go-"
"No."
Loki frowned and pulled away, turning to the pop tart Thor had presented on a plate in front of him. He took a bite curiously. His eyebrows raised in surprise. It was incredibly sweet.
Tom pushed the rest of the pages to him.
Loki read over them thoughtfully. It…is not too terrible. He thought it was quite an honest attempt at impersonating him. He then mentally reminded himself that Tom was and actor. "Acceptable,' He said, passing the script back to a beaming Tom.
"Well then, I better start packing. But first I better clean this up," Tom said, gesturing to the crumbs littered across the table. He effortlessly lifted Mjolnir off the kitchen counter, wiped the crumbs underneath it, then placed the hammer gently back down again before moving away.
Loki stared, blinking and mouth agape like a fish. Thor pulled his shoulders back. "Brother, I believe that it is good fate that you have met this Thomas, he will be a good influence on you."
Loki sneered, silently agreeing.
Three days later.
"Now are you sure you will all manage?" Tom asked, a packed suitcase at his feet. He was beginning to question it was wise to leave three powerful aliens, all of which quite destructive to the furniture when angry, alone together in a small apartment for several days.
"Worry not, son of hiddle, your quarters are in safe hands," Thor said confidently.
Stitch could now be seen by Tom to be carrying several of Loki's scarves in his mouth. "Well then, I have left some money on the bench in case you want to order some food. I also left a list of instruction on how to do that. There is food in the fridge, and my number is on the counter."
"We will be fine, thank you, Tom," Loki said.
Tom smiled, feeling quite anxious. He reminded himself it was only for a week or two, just until comic con was over. "Right then, goodbye." He moved to pick up his suitcase.
Suddenly he felt two arms wrap around his shoulders to embrace him. Tom wanted to cry when he realised it was Loki. He returned the embrace before he Loki pull away.
"Good luck Thomas," Loki said, giving a small reassuring smile. Realising he was being sentimental; he straightened himself up "Go on now, and make sure you depict me correctly, I won't have you ruining my image by turning me soft."
"You're doing a fine job of that yourself, brother," Thor said jokingly.
Loki elbowed him in the ribs.
Smiling one last time, Tom picked up his suitcase and headed towards the waiting cab, feeling a little more confident than before.