Tony Stark was walking you to your new patient, you were a new psychiatrist. It was al very new to you, and the fact that you were in the Helicarrier didn't much help.

'So, you ready for this, Y/N?' Tony asked while he patted you on the back. You shrugged, unsure of what to do. 'You're going to be fine. Reindeer Games isn't going to play any tricks on you, I can guarantee you that. He's under a power demping tech, made by me, the great Iron Man. Thank you very much.'

'Excuse me, who? I thought I was going to talk to a Asgardian-'

'No, it's a little nickname I got him. It's the Asgardian. ' Tony snorted to his own humor.

'Yeah, very entertaining, Tin Man,' you shot back with a giggle. Tony chuckled and looked at you while you both stopped before a large door.

'I like you. Now, little one, don't let him get to you. He some God of Manipulation so ... yeah. You'll get it. Good luck. ' Tony opened the door and pushed you through them, before closing them again, but not before he winked seductive. You laughed awkwardly as you turned around to face a tall, handsome man with raven black hair and a porcelain skin. You gulped audibly. The man stood up from the bench he was sitting on, a smirk dancing on his face.

'Hello,' you squeaked. You cleared your throat and went down the stairs to grab a chair and sit in front of the glass cage he was in. You felt yourself empathise with him. That poor man was being locked away, like a dangerous animal. You held your notebook close to you while you played with your pen. 'I am Y/N and I am your psychiatrist. You are Loki, right?' You smiled genuine at him, but he only smirked.

'Yes, I am. I am Loki Laufeyson, rightful king of Asgard.' You slowly nodded.

'Tell me about yourself, Loki.'

'I just did.' You raised an eyebrow.

'Well, I don't know you, so I ask again. Would you please tell me a bit about yourself, Loki? For example... your personal interests or believings.' You tilted your head to the side, trying to get a reaction from him. You were still sitting on the chair and he was standing, towering over you even behind the glass. He was very tall.

'I do not know you either. You go first, Y/N.' The way he said your name, made you shiver and not in a pleasant way.

'Well, uh, let's see. I love to read and write. I like languages and I am pretty good at cooking. Oh, and I am small, but don't let that intimidate you.' He chuckled at your last sentence and so did you. 'Do you desire to know something else?' Since you had arrived his eyes had never left yours, but you broke eyecontact because you needed to write something down.

'I do wish to know why you are here, Y/N.' You looked back up.

'I told you, Loki. I am your psychiatrist.'

'Do you want information about something?' he asked suspicious. You shook your head slowly. You felt bad for him. He must feel like he can't trust anyone.

'No, of course not. I am just here to make sure that you will be okay. Thor said you suffer. It's something about your dad, he said, but I stopped him right there because I prefer to hear it from you.' You paused, unsure if this was the right thing to say to him. He looked dumbfounded, but quickly recovered. Loki then kneeled before you so he was on the same level as you.

'I do not know what to say about this. No one has ever been so honest to me.' You smiled weakly at him and put a hand on the glass.

'It's fine to not know what to say,' you assured him. He smiled genuine at you, which surprised you.

'What do you want to know about me. You asked me about me, right? I'm sorry, I wasn't really paying attention. I thought you were going to be an asshole too.' He laughed a bit, looking into your eyes.

'I don't know? Your happiest memory? Hobbies? Things you like in general? You decide what you want to tell me, Loki.' He looked even more at ease after you saying that. He put his hand against the glass and if it wasn't there, he would be touching your hand. You smiled at him and he smiled back before he started speaking.

'My happiest memory... That's not difficult. I was 326 years old and me and Thor were learning magic. And to be honest, Thor sucked at it. Frigga, my mother, was so proud of me. And for the first and the last time in my life someone was proud of me. It felt wonderful to be, for once, be better then Thor.' He had a glint in his eyes as he spoke those words, yet there was so much pain in them.

'You're saying that no one has been proud of you ever since?' you asked unbelievable. He shrugged. 'Well, Loki, I am already proud of you.' He looked confused.

'Why?' he asked. You smiled.

'You're talking to me. That's enough to make me proud.' A grin crept upon his face. You giggled. 'So... you were 326 years old?' You cocked an eyebrow. 'I assume you and Thor were... children back then? How old are you now?' He nodded.

'We were, back then, children. Let's think about it a minute.' His eyes never left yours. 'I must be around 1052... I almost lost count.'

'You are very old, sir,' you joked. He chuckled.

'And your practically a baby.' You laughed out loud and he snorted. 'I didn't want to do this. It's not me. You have to believe me. Sometimes... I'm being mind controlled by Thanos.' It was like he spilled his greatest secret. Your eyes widened and your mouth was slightly agape.

'Why didn't you tell the Avenger that?' you asked him quietly. He shrugged.

'They wouldn't believe me. They wouldn't want to believe me... Do you believe me?'

'I believe you, Loki.' It was quiet for a few minutes before you spoke again. 'Do I have your permission to tell the Avengers that? It might get you out of your cell.' His eyes, if it was even possible, softened even more. 'They will believe me. It will not be easy, but I believe it's worth a try.'

'Sweetie, just try it. I trust you.' His voice was soft while he spoke his words carefully.

'And I trust you, Loki.' He smiled. It didn't even cross your mind that the God of Mischief wasn't someone to trust. You also didn't saw him as a patient anymore. You just saw him as an induvidual that needed help and mostly someone who he could rely on. And that someone had to be you.

***

After you talked to the Avengers, Loki was released (although it took you great effort) and brought to a room, which was next to yours because it would be easier to have sessions. You were sitting on the couch, your notebook on your lap while Loki was sitting on his large bed, looking out of the window.

'Thank you,' he spoke lowly. Those words, you felt them and they made your heart flutter.

'You're welcome.' Your voice was quiet, but it was loud enough for him to hear.

You spent the rest of the evening with Loki because he wanted you to stay, saying that he didn't want to be alone just yet. So you stayed, but when he was laying down on his back on the bed you thought is was time to leave. He was definitely tired and you didn't want to be a bother. You walked over to the bed and tapped his shoulder, but he didn't respond so you ran a hand through his hair and mumbled a goodnight. Just as you was about to back away he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down on the bed next to him. You gasped a little when your face hit his chest.

'Please stay,' he mumbled in your ear. His breathing stroke your skin and it sent shivers down your spine. His hand traveled up your back. 'Please.' He looked up at you, but instead of looking in your eyes like he always did, he was now looking at your lips. Your breath hitched and the butterflies in your stomach started to flutter. You smiled at him.

'Why do you want me to stay, king of Asgard?' you flirted. He chuckled at you, willing to play his game.

'That turns me on,' he said. 'King of Asgard, mhm. Mind calling me that every time?' You giggled girlish. He then leaned in and kissed you gently. As soft as his soul. He sucked on your lower lip then bit softly on it, causing you to moan against his lips. 'That's it,' he spoke against your lips. You crawled on top op him and smiled down at him. 'Oh, are you sure about this? I do not want the Avengers to call me a pedophile. You know, your still a baby.' You giggled and kissed him again. A little rougher.

'You set the pace, Loki.' He smirked. 'But can I remind you that I am still a mortal? You are an immortal God, remember. I bet you don't want me,' you teased. The smirk on his face only grew bigger.

'Oh, dove, I'm going to fuck you to immortality.'