Hey guys...so, I don't write RPF ever, but I saw this Tom Hiddleston/Loki fanart (link below) years ago, and I have been obsessed with it ever since (not really sure why, just am). I go back to it every so often and knew I wanted to write a fic to go with it, and apparently after years last night was the time to write it.
Anyway, if RPF isn't your thing then this might not be for you, otherwise I hope you like it, much love xox

Link: m-y-p-a-s-s-i-o-n-s DOT tumblr DOT com /post/659137437683023872/you-better-be-quiet-we-wouldnt-want-anyone-to

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Tom wasn't sure when it had started. Or how it started even. All that he knew was that; Loki Laufeyson, the Norse god, was real. Then there was the fact that he looked incredibly similar to Tom himself, and that every time he appeared in Tom's life Loki got him into some questionable situations. Oh, and they also had a lot of sex.

It had been a few months since he'd seen Loki last. It wasn't unusual for Loki to disappear for months or even a year at a time. Really, it gave Tom time to recover from whatever had happened the last time, and every time Tom swore that it would be the last. He risked everything whenever Loki appeared, but the god made him feel free like nothing and no one else. It was like an addiction, and Loki was the drug, he told himself he couldn't keep doing this every time Loki left, yet when he returned Tom was ready and willing to jump back into bed with him – metaphorically, and literally.

This time when Loki showed up it was rather inconvenient. Tom was at an award ceremony, he was supposed to host a segment of it, plus he was nominated for an award. He had been backstage preparing for his segment, someone had just finished making sure that he was presentable. All he had to do was wait for his turn on stage, which according to the clock on the wall, his watch, and his phone, was another seventeen minutes away. Nervous, him?

One minute he was playing a game on his phone, and the next Tom glanced up to see his doppelganger walking toward him, his outfit turning from green and gold to a plain black suit identical to the one Tom was wearing.

"Loki?!" Tom squeaked.

There was a confident smirk on Loki's face as he strutted right up to Tom, "Hello darling, did you miss me?" he stopped right in front of the actor and leaned down to briefly kiss his cheek.

Tom stood abruptly, "Loki, you can't be here right now, I'm due on stage in fourteen minutes!"

The god scrutinised him for a moment, then he just seemed amused, "Ohhhh…someone is anxious."

"I'm fine, I've been on stage a bunch of times. It's just…now is not a good time for you to show up and turn my life upside down," Tom protested, all but pleading him to go away, until after the awards at least.

Loki raised an eyebrow at him, "Shh, I know what you need Thomas," his voice husky as his pointer finger trailed from pink lips down his chin and throat.

Tom swallowed making the finger bob with his adam's apple, "I-I don't have time for that," he stuttered, already knowing that he was completely at Loki's mercy.

"You know it will help you relax…" Loki coaxed, fingers dropping down over his dress shirt and suit jacket.

The next moment a lady with a headset and a clip board appeared behind Loki, "Mr Hiddleston, the show is running fifteen minutes behind, I'm sorry but you'll have to wait here for another twenty minutes."

"No worries, thank you," if his voice sounded strained, or he wasn't supposed to have any 'guests' backstage she didn't say anything before moving on to her next task.

The second she was gone, Loki's fingers were moving again, lower and lower. Tom grabbed his wrist before Loki could go any further. There was a door nearby, Tom dragged Loki over to it and pushed him inside the small room. There were clothes on the walls, on racks, drapped over chairs, hanging from beams overhead, clothes everywhere.

Tom had barely had time to register the room when Loki crushed their mouths together, causing them both to stagger against the closed door. The god's hands wasted no time in untucking Tom's dress shirt from his trousers with one, the other had collected Tom's wrists and held them above his head. Suddenly Tom felt soft material slithering around his arms, settling itself around his wrists and attaching to the beams above him.

He looked up, saw the green and gold scarf and knew that Loki had bound him with magic. A voice in his head was still trying to tell him that he didn't have time for this, but that voice got quieter and quieter as the blood rushed from one head to the other.

"See, that's better already," Loki's nimble fingers unbuttoned first the black jacket and then the dress shirt as he spoke. His hands spread over the now exposed skin of Tom's stomach and chest, watching the expression on his face soften, his glistening, wet lips part slightly.

Loki stepped around the back of the actor, slapping his ass, and Tom let out a surprised gasp. The bulge in his trousers had enlarged and Loki chuckled ghosting his palm over it, "You're always so desperate and needy the first time, aren't you?"

Tom made a noncommittal noise that sounded more like a whine than anything.

"Why is that? Hmm?" Loki questioned, undoing the button and fly on Tom's trousers, "Have I ruined you for anyone else? I am a god after all."

Tom didn't think that Loki had ruined him, but looking back he hadn't had a proper relationship in years, a few flings yes, but nothing more than a couple of dates and sex. And putting that under a microscope only seemed to confirm Loki's suspicions. Tom had only slept with people who had long black hair and could dominate him. Bollocks.

There was silence for too long, Loki leaned around Tom to see his face, "Oh, Thomas," he tutted, "tell me you aren't celibate in between my visits…"

"N-n-no," he felt shaky, and Loki had hardly even touched him, though there was one digit running circles around an exposed nipple.

"But you can't get off without thinking of me, can you?" the god asked, finally pinching the stiff nub.

Tom moaned low in his throat, hanging his head. Part of him was ashamed to admit that Loki was right, but the other half didn't give two shits as long as Loki kept touching him.

"Don't worry darling, I'll take care of you," the god whispered darkly in his ear.

Loki's other hand was at the waistband of his underwear, and without waiting deft fingers slid under and caressed his hard length.

"Mmm, Loki!" Tom whimpered into the arm of his jacket.

"Shhh, Thomas," he soothed, stroking him leisurely," you better be quiet. We wouldn't want anyone to open the door and see you like this now would we?" Loki paused, observing the actor, "Or maybe you would; hands bound, my fingers around your leaking cock. Does that excite you?" Tom's cock twitched at Loki's words, "Oh, I rather think that it does."

Tom's response was to rock his hips, trying desperately to gain friction again. Loki grinned, and removed his hands entirely from him.

"No, no, please-" Tom begged, ready to tell Loki anything he wanted to hear just to be touched again.

Then his trousers and underwear were being tugged down to just under his ass, releasing his needy erection from it's confines. Immediately after, two fingers were pressed to his lips, and Tom opened to them without thinking, he didn't have too, he knew exactly what to do. He sucked and licked the digits, eyes closed, hoping he would be allowed to do the same with Loki's cock before he disappeared again.

"You do that so well darling," Loki praised him, sounding completely unaffected, except that Tom could feel Loki's own clothed erection nestled against his ass.

Tom groaned around those fingers and pushed back against Loki, encouraging him to use his body for his own pleasure.

"Uh-ah," Loki chided, pulling his fingers free and stepping back, "you're on a time constraint remember? Let me take care of you now, then you can have more later."

Tom nodded, he had forgotten, but Loki easily made him forget his own name when he touched him. Surely they'd been in there for at least fifteen minutes, he was running out of time, but nothing he said would make the god hurry, that much he was certain of.

A hand caressed his inner thigh, sending a shudder through his body, exhaling it through his mouth. The hand squeezed his butt cheek, pulling it aside, and there were two wet fingers pressed against his hole.

Tom quivered in anticipation, his breath hitching, he waited to feel those digits breach him, bury in deep.

"Think you can take two?" Loki questioned, rubbing over the puckered muscle.

"Y-yes," Tom swallowed thickly.

"Let's start with one anyway," Loki told him, and pushed half a finger in.

Tom cried out, already canting his hips to get more inside him. Loki obliged and slid his whole finger in. The actor moaned, and without hesitation began fucking himself on Loki's finger. A short while later the second finger joined, and Tom's thighs shook as he thrust back onto it.

"That's it," Loki encouraged over Tom's ragged moan.

Loki's free hand slithered over Tom's hipbone and found it's way back to his cock, deep red and leaking pre-come as it curled up toward his stomach. The pleasure was next level, with Loki allowing him to fuck himself back onto long fingers and forward into his tight fist. Tom hadn't felt so good in months.

There was a string of moans, grunts, and whines all fighting their way out of his mouth, his orgasm steadily building. Then Loki bent his fingers a little on the outward drag, and Tom wailed, his whole body jerking.

"P-pl-please," suddenly he was right on the precipice.

"You beg so nicely, Thomas. Can't wait to put that mouth to a different use later," Loki proclaimed, voice low in Tom's ear, his lips brushing the shell as he spoke.

Tom's whole body trembled, held there on the edge, whimpering, pleading.

"Come for me, Thomas," Loki commanded huskily, curling his fingers once more.

Tom's orgasm ripped through him, tearing a guttural cry from his mouth, sending shocks up his spine, and whiting his vision for a few seconds.

Once Loki had finished milking every ounce of pleasure from him, Tom sagged against his restraints breathing hard, trying to remember who he was.

"Mr Hiddleston?" came the muffled call from the other side of the door.

Shit. He was supposed to be out there right now.

Loki must have heard it too; he was already untying the green and gold scarf, "Feel better?"

Despite himself, Tom smiled, "Yeah, I do…ah shit!" they both looked at Tom's stomach where his come was slowly dripping down. Loki used the scarf to wipe it up and then tossed it over his shoulder.

Tom hurriedly did all of his buttons back up and ran a hand through his hair before clutching the door handle, only to have Loki keep the door shut. Tom stared at him confused.

"You're going to do great," the god assured him before kissing him promisingly, drawing his lip out with his teeth as he backed away, "I'll see you later."

Suddenly Loki was gone, and Tom took a deep breath then exited the clothes room to find three people with headsets and clipboards in a panic.

"Oh thank god!" one of them cried, "you're on, get out there!"

"We've got him," another spoke into their headset, the relief evident in their voice.

Somewhere out beyond the curtains Tom heard his name as he was announced on stage; that was his cue.