I sat on the sofa in the Avengers Tower and looked up from my book as I heard quiet steps coming into the room. A black cat with green eyes strode in and lied down next to me.

I chuckled. "Hey Loki, you bored? Shape-shifting without reason?"

The cat threw me a look but didn't respond.

"Aw." I put my book on the table. "You know, I actually love cats so much!" Before Loki knew what I was doing, I grabbed him and pulled him on my lap, cuddling him roughly. "You are so cute, little fluff ball ..."

As I cuddled him, Loki began to fight his way to freedom ... without success. He made a noise that sounded like the cat version for 'help' and tried to claw into my jeans. I simply held him at his neck and kissed his little forehead. Loki looked very disappointed in me.

I giggled and laid on my back, pulling him on top of me. "So so cute", I quietly repeated. "Fluffy Loki ..."

A green flash of light occured and suddenly Loki in his normal form laid on top of me. "Don't you dare to call me that again."

"What?", I grinned. "Fluffy or cute?"

He smirked. "Both."

I pouted and touched his now messy hair. "But it is as fluffy as your cat fur!"

Loki slapped my hand away. "(Y/n), don't touch my hair."

I smirked and put my hand back. "Why not? And why are you transforming into cats randomly? Are you a furry?"

Loki, who was just about to run his fingers through my hair, stopped. He stared at me disbelievingly. "No! How could ... what ... no. Please don't call me tha-"

"How do you know what one is?", I asked smiling innocently, wriggling in a more comfortable position under him. Loki felt like he was hugging me, and that was very cute and relaxing.

"Because despite everybodys beliefs, I know how to use the internet. And now excuse me, I have to go to do very important things." Loki sat up and put his legs on the ground.

"No!", I said and grabbed his arm. He raised an eyebrow. I blushed. "Please stay."

Loki linked his fingers with mine and smiled. "Why?"

I looked down and mumbled: "I want to be cuddled."

My glance quickly met his eyes and scurried away again, but I saw how his expression turned to a soft, amused and kind of teasing one. He grinned and laid back on my belly, his weight pressing me into the sofa again.

Loki slowly let one finger wander over my side and looked me in the eye with a sparkle. "Which type of cuddling are we speaking of?"

I looked at him, suddenly butterflies in my belly. I wasn't prepared for that question. "Uhm ... I don't ... which ones do you know?"

Loki smirked. "Well, there is the one where we just hug ..." He put both of his arms around me. "And ... there is one with a little bit of ... hmm ..." Suddenly he bent down and kissed my neck. His lips sucked a little at my skin, wandering up like in a heated kiss. "And the last one", he hummed between the kisses before he lifted his head again (my eyes fluttered open), "is the one where ..." His hand slipped under my t-shirt and wandered up to my bra. I knew where it would be going.

"Okay, stop", I laughed and grabbed his wrist, pulling it out of my shirt. "Not this one. I know you are the god of mischief and everything, but we can't do this in the living room where every Avenger could come in at any time."

In Loki's smirk was something mischievous and kind. "Why not?"

"It wouldn't ... I mean ..." I took a deep breath and breathed absentmindedly: "I didn't know I would get this far ..."

"What?" Loki chuckled. "Darling, you are gorgeous. And I mean not just your personality."

My cheeks blushed. "How about ..." I made a mischievous expression of my own. "How about all three?"

Loki smirked and wrapped his arms tightly around me. "That is an excellent choice, my dear." And he bent down to passionately kiss me.