Twisted Reality pt. Three (Loki/Hiddlestonxreader)

You woke early in the tiny bedroom in the Hall of Loki, sighing quietly as you got up, taking a quick shower and dressing. You pulled on your pale green dress, sighing as you brushed out some dust and braided your (h/c) hair up and out of the way. You weren’t especially looking forward to the day but you knew if you didn’t do your chores you’d be in trouble. You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing your master’s tray of food and hastened to his chambers. You slipped inside quietly, setting the tray on his bedside table, turning to leave when your stomach growled and sighed quietly. You hadn’t had a chance to eat yet and you completely missed dinner last night, you were so hungry. You bit your lower lip, debating if taking a small stem of grapes from the tray would be worth it and shook your head. You cast another glance at the food and that’s when you realized that it was doubled the amount of food.
‘Why does Master need so much food?” you thin, shaking your head of the thoughts and turned to leave. You yelped quietly as a hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you to the edge of the bed and kept a grip on you as you attempted to break away.
“Stop your phatic struggle…” Loki grumbled, some candles lighting themselves in the dark room and flickered pale light over his back. His large, pale back which was right in front of you. You knew you were gawking but you couldn’t help to stare as he shifted around, dropping your hand and sat up. You threw your eyes to the floor and remained kneeling as he stood, puling leather pants on. He turns slowly to you, smiling and sitting on the bed. “Ah, Darling (Y/n), I’m glad I was right in thinking you were the servant who brings me my breakfast. I’m glad I did not need to call for you. That would have been highly suspicious.” He smiled, picking up a grape from the tray next to him and ate it.
“Y-you would have called for me, My Lord?” you ask nervously, keeping your eyes downcast and bit your lower lip as your stomach roared.
“Oh? Is someone hungry?” he chuckled softly, patting the bed next to him and sighed as you shook your head.
“I-I am hungry, M’lord, I did not have dinner last night and brining you your meal comes before I am allowed to eat…” you nod slightly.
“That’s right; you collapsed in the middle of my meal. I thought you might be hungry so I ordered extra food for you to have breakfast with me.” He held his hand out to you, urging you to take it and pulled you to your feet. “I thought I told you to wear your best dress.” He growled.
“I-I am, my Lord… this dress has no holes or wear marks…” you tried to keep your voice as even as you could, shaking from being scared of the anger in his voice and jumped slightly as he picked up the hem of your dress.
“This is truly the best dress you have? What of the other servants?” he questioned, examining the fabric in his hand.
“They are much the same as mine, we were told to keep one work uniform, the one we deemed best, as clean as we could and wear them only to special occasion or when our Master commands it…” you explain slowly, trying to keep your heart from jumping out of your throat and closed your eyes as your stomach growled again.
“I see… well this won’t do at all, I shall have more presentable dresses fashioned for all servants immediately.” He shook his head, picking up an orange and peeling it with ease. You stood there, not sure what to do when he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to sit next to him.
“M-My Lord?!” you gasp, blushing crimson and stared at the orange slice he held in front of you. Your mouth watered as you hadn’t tasted something as sweet as an orange since you went into hiding five years ago.
“Go ahead, it’s fine if you want to eat, I’m giving you permission.” He smiled gently, pushing the slice to your lips and watched curiously as you slowly ate the slice.
It was the best thing you had ever tasted, so juicy and succulent, you wanted to savor it for as long as you could.
“Mm…” you moaned softly, shutting your eyes as you finished off the last bit and licked your lips for the remaining juices.
“You act as though you haven’t tasted something such as this in a long time.” He tilted his head and stared at you in wonder.
“I haven’t had something like fruit in five years, My Lord…” you open your eyes, blushing slightly and glanced up at him. He smiled, causing your blush to deepen and you cast your stare at the ground.
“The servants… what do they eat?” he questioned.
“Mainly bread and cheese, My Lord…”
“That must be taken care of. Surely some of the servants have eaten left overs after banquets?” he held and apple to your lips.
“S-some do, My Lord, but I was always last to be able to pick so I only took left over bread for it would last a little longer than fruit…” you hesitantly took the apple and stared at it. You might not like apples much but a gift from your master should not be turned down. You hungrily bit into it, wiping your lip as you felt drool slipping from your mouth and blushed heavily.
“You poor thing…” he undid your braid and ran his fingers through your (h/c) hair.
“Mm… I am more fortunate than those outside of the palace… I have no complaints, My Lord…” you sigh, your eyes tearing up slightly and set the half-finished apple in your lap.
“Really? Most servants complain non-stop when they think I’m not around.” He blinked at you in shock. “Then again… I never heard you complain… you only prayed for those less fortunate…” he put a hand to your chin, turning you to look at him and gently wiped the tears from your eyes.
“It’s true… despite having shelter and such accommodations a lot of the servants feel they deserve more…” you nod slightly.
“You are such a kind soul… please, eat anything on the tray, it is yours.”
“I do not require much, My Lord. What you have given me is more than enough.” You smile gently.
“Non-sense, you must be famished.” He held up a bowl of cream of wheat. “Might I ask what this stuff is? It always tastes so bland to me.”
“There’s a reason for that, My Lord. Cream of wheat is best served with a spoonful of honey and a dash of cinnamon and sugar.” You reach over him, dropping some honey in and sprinkling it with cinnamon and sugar.  “Now try it.”
“Such a bold little Midgardian, reaching across your master as such.” He smiled, stirring the cream of wheat and chuckled as your face paled.
“M-my apologies, My Lord, I did not mean-!” you start before he puts a finger to your lips.
“If it were anyone else to do such a thing they would be killed. But seeing as I like you I do not mind.”
“Th-thank you, My Lord. I should be getting on with my duties now.” You go to stand when he throws a leg over yours, pinning you and taking a bite of the food.
“Mm… this is most excellent now. Thank you for fixing this properly.”
“Of course, My Lord. Anything for you.” You glance upon his face and notice the same dark circles under his eyes as you had seen on Tom’s face. “My Lord?”
“Yes, (Y/n)?”
“I do not mean to ask something so out of place but… have you not been sleeping well?”
“What makes you think such a thing?” he growls slightly.
“You have such dark bags under your eyes is all, My Lord… I was wondering if there might be something I could do to help…” you lower your eyes.
“Females use something to hide the darkness, am I right?’
“We used to use concealer, but there isn’t much make up left since the plants have been shut down…” you bite your thumb nail. “I believe I might still have a bit left if you wish to use it?”
“I would greatly appreciate that.” He finished the cream of wheat, setting the bowl down and turned to you. “You say plants made these things?”
“Well… plants as in factories that people used to work in…” you nod slightly.
“Then I shall open one of these “plants” up so we may have concealer.”
“That is a wonderful idea, My Lord.” You smiled up at him, a bit of sadness in your eyes. You missed being able to wear makeup.
“Servants of the palace will be able to use makeup as well.” He gently stroked your face.
“Th-thank you, My Lord! The others will be so excited to be able to wear makeup again!” your eyes immediately lit up.
“Yes, well… would you mind getting your concealer and applying it for me?”
“N-not at all! Are you finished with your meal? I shall take it to the kitchen and fetch the makeup!” you stand as he nods, quickly racing to get the makeup after dropping the tray to the kitchen and knocked softly on his door, the bottle of concealer and powder in your hands.
“Enter.” He called. You stepped in softly, jumping slightly as the door shut and walked into the center of the room.
“My Lord?” you glance around.
“Come into the bathroom, pet.” He ordered.
“Yes, My Lord.” You make your way into the bathroom, gasping as he stood from the bathtub and turned your back to him.
“Did I startle you?” he laughed, drying himself off and pulled his clothes on.
“A-a bit, My Lord…” you nod.
“You may look now.” He leaned against the counter, watching as you turned slowly and waved you over. “Come, make me up.”
“A-as you wish, My Lord.” You step up in front of him, standing on your tiptoes and placed a dab of concealer under his left eye.
“It’s cold...” he complained, wrapping an arm around your waist as you swayed and smiled as he held you to his chest.
“Yes, well, beauty comes at a cost.” You giggle slightly, finishing applying the makeup and leaned back to admire your work. It looked perfect; despite his unholy paleness you had matched his skin tone perfectly. “T-There, My Lord, I’m finished… you can let go now…” you whisper, cautiously placing your hands on his chest and leaned back.
“Be careful not to slip, the floor is still rather wet.” He smiled, letting you go and sighed as you fell, your head colliding with the side of the bath and slipped into unconsciousness.

You jerked, groaning and putting a hand to your head as it throbbed.
“Oh that’s just brilliant…” you sigh, forcing your watery eyes open and blushed slightly as you saw Tom sleeping in a chair in front of you. You roll your eyes, moving him to lie on the bed and glanced out the window. It looked like utopia compared to what you were used to. Your eyes fell on his notebook on the floor, taking his previous seat and picked it up. You bit your lower lip, trying to decide if you should open it or not and sat back. You saw a bit of drool on his lips, taking a Kleenex from the bed side table, leaning to him and gently dabbed at his lips. His hand shot up, grabbing you around the neck, yanking you down and rolled so you were trapped in his arms.
“T-Tom! Wake up!” you growl, fighting with his strong arms and yelped as he kissed your cheek gently. “Tom stop your dreaming and let go!”
“Just a few more minutes like this, (Y/n)… I never get to hold you anymore…” Tom sighed in your ear, snuggling against you and rested his chin on your shoulder.
“Wh-what are you talking about?” you sigh, snuggling into his hold and blushing. ‘This all feels so familiar… but why…?”
“Again… I’m not allowed to tell you, Love… no matter how much I wish I could…”
“T-Tom… did… did I know you… before the uh…” you fumble for the words, if you were going to continue dreaming this weird dream you might as well go along with it, “the accident?” you turn over and stare at him, blushing over and stare at him, blushing crimson at the look of utter happiness on his face as he leans close to you.
“(Y/n), are you starting to remember?” he asked, his voice filled with such excitement as he stared you up and down.
“Not really… but… laying with you felt really natural… and the only time that’s ever felt right to me is if I was with the person I was dating at the time…” you shrug and stare to the side.
“I see… I suppose you’re feeling memories instead of fully understanding it.” He sighed, laying down facing away from you. You don’t know why but something compelled you to snake your arms around him and hold yourself to his back. “(Y/n)?”
“I don’t know why but I don’t like seeing you all sad and mopey…” you mumbled.
“There’s no need to worry, Love, I promise I’m not entirely sad…” he turns over and snuggles you into his chest.
“T-Tom let go! I didn’t agree to this!” you flail around, blushing crimson as his two fingers hit that sensitive spot behind your ear that only your significant other knew about. “W-wait…”
“Yes (Y/n)?”
“How do you know how to do that? Only one person I know knows how to do that… but… I can’t recall who he is… it’s just a big blur…” you put your hand over your eyes and try to recall the fleeting image.
“That’s right, Love, hold onto that memory.” He cups your face in his hands, leaning his forehead against yours as you move your hand and smiles softly at you.
“I-I’m trying but…” you look to the side, a headache forming.
“Hm… maybe some fresh air will help. Shall we go outside for a spell?” he stood, helping you to your feet and led you outside.
“It’s beautiful…” you sigh as you stop inches from the grass, smiling softly and stuck our right foot in the softness slowly.
“Does Loki not allow you outside?” he watched you curiously as you stepped lightly into the grass.
“I haven’t seen grass in five years... ever since Clint hid me underground for four years I never saw the sky… and when Master took me he teleported… I’ve been inside the hall since.” You smile softly. “I miss the flowers and the wind…”
“What of snow?”
“Especially snow. It blankets Earth and lets us start anew…” you feel your head grow dizzy, taking a seat and glancing up at him.
“Just lay back and rest, Love.” He sat behind you, leaning you against his chest and smiled as you shut your eyes.