You were sittig at the kitchen table, talking to Natasha. You had no clue that Loki could see you from there. He was secretly drawing you. He didn't want anyone to know he had developed a crush on you. So he combinated the two most beautiful things in all the realms. His drawing skills and you.

Natasha giggled.

'I see you around, Y/N, bye,' she told you as she left the kitchen. You smiled and took a last sip of your tea before you raised from your chair and walked towards the room where Loki was drawing you. He sighed. He coudn't finish his drawing of you. It was always like that. You would always leave before he could finish his drawing.

You walked over to the couch on the opposite from Loki and sat down.

'Hey, what are you doing?' you asked him as you grabbed a blanket and threw it over you. It was getting late, but you didn't want to go to bed yet. So you decided you would watch some TV.

'N-Nothing? I-I'm reading a book,' Loki lied as his sketchbook was still on his lap. He quickly hid the pages from you view.

'What are you reading?' you questioned. You gave him a friendly smile, but he only stuttered at you.

'A book,' he managed to get out. You giggled.

'Okay,' you said while smiling. You turned your attention to the TV and after awhile you got really tired and laid down onto the couch, which was a bad idea because it caused you to fall asleep. Loki took this opportunity to grab his sketchbook again and began to draw you in your sleeping position. While he drew you, his mind wandered off and he thought about how cute you looked when you were asleep.

He was almost finished when Thor came in. Loki quickly hid his sketchbook, cursing Thor under his breath.

'Good evening, brother! Lady Y/N! Ow, she's asleep...' Thor boomed. You sighed.

'Not anymore,' you mumbled before you got up from the couch before you walked to you room to sleep in there. Loki shot his brother a glare, closed his book and slammed it against the back of Thor's head.

'You oaf!' he spat.

'I'm sorry, brother. I didn't meant to wake her up,' Thor said. Loki rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen to grab a midnight snack before he went to bed, but as he turned to leave for his room, he forgot his skechbook on the kitchen counter...

The next morning, you woke up rather early and because you were hungry, you went to kitchen. With your button down shirt on and your hair tied in a ponytail, you left your room. The Avengers were definitely gone on a mission, since the building seemed a little empty. You grabbed a bowl and put some cereal in it. As you began eating all alone, you noticed a black book. It looked like the book Loki was reading yesterday, so you being your curious self, opened the book on the first page.

There was a single name written on it, in an elegant handwriting.

Loki Laufeyson

You turned another page and saw a drawing, but the longer you looked, the more you realized it was you. You carefully turned each page to see different drawings of you. It brought a smile to your lips, but you noticed none of them were finished.

Someone turned around the corner and froze in place. You looked up. Loki stared at you as if he was embarrassed. You smiled at him, but he was to shocked to return the gesture.

'Good morning,' you greeted him. He didn't reply, but he moved towards the table and sat if front of you. 'These are drawn beautifully. I didn't know you could draw.' He smiled a little.

'Really?' he asked, looking for confirmation. You nodded.

'Yes, but why haven't you finished any of them?' you wondered. He began to eat some cereal as well.

'Well, I wanted to, but you would always disappear before I can finish,' he said. He sounded more confident.

'Ow, sorry...' He shrugged.

'It's alright, I guess,' he mumbled. You suddenly had an idea to cheer him up.

'Do you want to draw me? And finish it?' you asked him. He looked up from his bowl of cereal and nodded.

'Yes, I would like that,' he agreed.

'Well, you can if you like. The Avengers are gone so I haven't something else to do really,' you said. He smiled brightly and nodded.

'Yeah, I would love that,' he said. He chuckled to himself. He coudn't believe that you had offered that. He felt happy and he hadn't felt that way in a long time.

After you both finished your breakfast, you got up.

'I'll go change and then you can draw me,' you spoke, but he grabbed your wrist. You wanted to look good for some reason and you coudn't quite place why.

'No, please. I'd like to draw you like this,' he gestured to your button down shirt and messy ponytail. You smiled nervously, but he grabbed your hand as if saying you shoudn't worry.

'Okay,' you whispered. 'Where are you going to draw me?' He smiled, a little mischief in his eyes.

'My room?' he suggested. You nodded as he guided you to his room, his hand never letting go of yours until you reached his room. He let you go in first.

He walked you over to the couch and then let you go. He looked aroud as if he was there for the fist time. Inspecting the room.

'W-Where do you need me to sit? Or stand or... you know? You can draw me like you want,' you stuttered. He turned towards you and smiled.

'Just a second,' he said as he grabbed thre end of the couch and turned it towards the other couch so it was now in front of the other couch. He then walked back to you so he stood in front of you. You gazed in his eyes and felt butterflies. You smiled sheepishly as he studied your face. 'You said I could draw you like I wanted?' You nodded.

'Yeah, sure,' you said, your voice a litte high because you were excited. He smiled and his hands went to grab your ponytail, loosening your hair until it fell down on your shoulders. He ruffled it a bit until it fell good. His hands then rested upon your shoulders. He looked into your eyes before his hands slid down to the highest button of your shirt. Your breath hitched in your throat as he unbuttoned it, slowly. He searched your eyes for something that could indicate that he should stop, but there wasn't anything. He continued to unbutton the shirt until, it hung open and revealed your matching underwear. He smirked down at you and slowly slid it of until it slippled from your shoulders into his hands. He held your shirt now and tossed it on the coffee table. Your breathing became heavier as he picked you up and walked with you in his arms to the couch. He carefully placed you down on it and and placed some soft pillows behind your back. He grabbed one leg and placed in on the couch, then placed one of your arms on it and admired his work. He seemed satisfied with how you looked and went to sit on the couch in front of you while he grabbed his sketchbook, pencil and eraser. He started to draw and you pretended like you were a statue. You were looking slightly to the side, but you could still see Loki's face.

After about a half an hour, you noticed that Loki began blushing. He was now drawing your breasts. He crossed his legs and let himself slid further into the couch.

'What's wrong?' you asked in an amused voice. He smirked. You were grinning and had trouble keeping still. You tried not to laugh.

'Relax your face,' he tried to change to subject. You did what he said, with a little struggle to keep a straight face. There hung a pleasant silent between the two of you as he continued with his drawing of you.

Loki put his pencil down and let the sketchbook rest on his lap and just looked at you. You smiled again.

'Can I move?' you wondered. He chuckeld.

'Not yet,' he said. He got up from his couch and walked over to you. He sat down next to you and grabbed your hand. Your smile grew even more wide as he entangeld your hands. He sighed and pulled you on his lap. You stomach was doing a workout and your heart was racing as his other hand grazed against your leg. He smiled and bend down to kiss your forehead. You smiled at the short contact his lips made with your skin.

'Can I see your drawing?' you questioned. He nodded.

'Of course,' he replied. He picked you up and walked with you to the other couch, where his sketchbook laid. He opened the page of the drawing he made of you just minutes ago. You gasped. It was beautiful. The hands were drawn so realistic, the detail he made to your face, the proportions were right and the way he drew your hair was eccentric. It was beautiful. 'Do you like it?'

'Yes. I like it, thank you,' you said, kissing his cheek. He smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

'No, thank you, Y/N,' he whispered.

You spend the rest of the day with Loki, flirting a little bit with each other. The sketchbook laying open on the kitchen table and you sitting at the kitchen table. Your chairs a little closer than it should, but you didn't care about that, and neither did Loki. You had put the button down shirt back on. Loki was holding your hand as the elevator doors slid open and revealed the Avengers entering. You and Loki quickly pulled apart, but Tony saw and smirked at you.

'What are you guys doing?' Tony asked. Natasha then spotted the sketchbook. You got up from your chair and went to grab it, but Natasha was quicker.

'I think I know what they did,' she mumbled and gave it to Tony. She grinned and winked at you. 'Not bad.' Tony seemed like he would never let go off the drawing until he did.

'Certainly not bad. Wow, that body,' Tony snickered.

'I was talking about the drawing,' Natasha said to Tony.

'What is it?' Thor asked and took the sketchbook from Tony. Loki facepalmed and you turned a crimson red. 'Wow, brother. It seems like you finally got yourself a woman,' Thor commented.

'Shut up,' Loki mumbled. You took his hand and smiled at him.

'Now everyone know that you can draw beautifully,' you said and kissed his cheek. Loki smiled.

'Yeah, and everyone know you have the body of a Goddess,' Tony snickered. Loki glared at him and you rolled your eyes. 'How long did you got to stare at that?' Natasha poked Tony as to tell him to stop. 'Stop poking me, I want to know how long.' Loki then smiled, as if he was proud of himself.

'More than two hours,' Loki said confidently. Tony's mouth hung agape.

'That's not fair,' he pouted.

'I think that's perfectly fair,' you said as you kissed Loki's jaw. He smiled down at you and pulled you in for a kiss.