'Y/N, we have a job for you,' Director Fury spoke while walking towards you. You were just walking out of your room on the Helicarrier. And it was your birthday!

'Yeah, sure,' you said.

'You'll have to watch over Loki. And whatever you do, don't talk to him,' Fury explained. Tony walked around the corner. 'Tony will bring you to him.' You nodded.

'Hey kid. You ready?' Tony asked. You nodded, but were a little disappointed that he didn't greeted you with a happy birthday.

'Can I just go to mom and dad for a second?' you asked. You were not going to watch over a criminal before you got a happy birthday and maybe a snack.

'Yes, you can, but then you head straight to Loki's cell, okay?' Fury told the both of you strictly.

Tony and you walked over to the kitchen. Your mother, Natasha, and your father, Bruce, were sitting at the kitchen table, sipping their tea. 

'Good morning!' you cheered.

'Sweetheart, didn't Fury gave you a job,' Natasha asked. Your face fell. She didn't remember. You nodded and hopefully looked at your father.

'Cole on, Y/N, the cameras in Loki's cell broke down. We need you there,' Bruce said sternly. You nodded and walked away to his cell with Tony by your side.

'Something wrong, kid,' Tony asked. You shook your head. 'Remember not to talk to him. He has quite a silver tongue. He would manipulate you,' Tony warned you before pushing the doors to Loki's cell open.

'Yes, I remember,' you said. Tony patted your back before he pushed you through the doors and locked them.

You looked around the room blankly. A man with beautiful eyes and raven black hair, his sharp jawline... and a cute nose. You awkwardly cleared your throat as he stared into your eyes and it felt like he was looking into your soul. A wicked grin crept it's way onto his face.

'Hello,' his silky voice spoke. You remembered not to talk to him, so you waved. You strolled over to the desk and sat at it. Playing with a pencil, trying to balance it on your finger. 'What's your name?' You kept your eyes glued to the pencil while biting your lip. 'Don't ignore me,' he told you sternly, but you did. You heard him sign. 'Happy birthday.' Your eyes shot up to the man and he smiled what seemed like a genuine one. The pencil fell to the floor as you gazed at him with wide eyes.

'Thank you,' you whispered. He winked at you which made you quickly look away.

'Y/N,' he spoke softly. 'That's a nice name.' Your breath hitched in your throat as he called you your name.

'How did you?' you began stuttering. He chuckled and shook his head.

'If you don't talk to me, I'll have to talk to you by reading your mind,' he explained. Damn, did he read it when you thought he looked... good? 'I did. And I should thank you for that.' You blushed and looked down at your lap. 'Would you mind bringing me something to eat? They haven't fed me in like two days,' he told you. You were shocked at how cruel that was. How dare they imprison him and then not feed him? You nodded and unlocked the doors to grab him a plate with a lot of fruit, vegetables and a little meat.

He was still in his cell when you returned. You closed the doors and headed to his cell.

'Uhm... would you mind sitting on the bench? So I can safely put the food in your cell,' you said. He nodded and sat on the bench like you had asked. You opened his glass cell and kneeled down, carefully, not breaking eye contact with the God in front of you.

'You don't have to be scared of me,' a velvety voice said close to your ear. You put the plate down as the Loki on the bench disappeared into thin air. You gasped and turned around and saw him towering over you. 'I just want to stretch my legs if that's okay for you. I have been stuck in that fishbowl for days.' He turned around and walked towards the desk you were sitting at.

'Please...' you begged.

'What?' He frowned and went through some important looking papers.

'I-I- Would you t-turn -I mean g-go back to your cell.' You were a stuttering mess.

'If I do so, will you trust le and let me out a little more often?' he asked. You shrugged.

'Probably, I don't know. It depends on what you're asking,' you spoke honestly. He nodded. He took a step towards you and did the thing you least expected. He pulled you in a hug. For a few seconds, you were stunned before you hesitantly wrapped your arms around his torso.

'No one remembered did they?' You looked up at him and shook your head. 'Well, happy birthday, Y/N,' he told you, then kissed your forehead tenderly. You were shocked. He smiled before he let go of you and walked back to his cell. You closed the doors behind him and just stared at him as he picked up his plate to begin eating. 'Thank you, dear. I was starving.' You carefully smiled.

'Why are you being so nice to me?' you wondered aloud. He shrugged.

'You gave me food,' he replied while stuffing his mouth with vegetables.

'Oh. Okay.'

'And because you look rather good yourself,' he added. After he said that, you blushed a few shades of pink.

'Thank you,' you whispered while tugging a strand of hair behind your ear. He smiled amused and finished his plate. Sipping the glass of water after and putting everything down next to the bench he sat on.

'Now, I am rather bored. Would you mind getting me a magazine? Fury said I could have one.' You nodded.

'Sure. Five minutes,' you said.

And as promised you walked in after five minutes with a magazine in your hands.

'Okay... I'm going to open the door again,' you said in a timid voice. He nodded and instead of remaining on the bench, he stood up and walked towards the glass cell.

'Don't be scared. I didn't run away last time, now did I?' he rhetorically asked. You nodded, gathering all your courage and opened the door. The God of Mischief stood there, in front of you. No glass between you anymore. You gulped as his hands brushed against yours as he took the magazine from you while his intense gaze never left yours. 'Thank you, little one. Now, I need you to do one more thing for me, but first...' He looked at the magazine and threw it on the floor.

The next thing happened before you had realized it. He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you against the glass cage, his body pressed firmly against yours. He leaned in slowly, to let you progress for what is going to happen. His surprisingly soft lips crashed onto yours. He captured your lips with his while one of his hands went to your neck and slightly chocked you. And you found yourself turned on by that.

His other hand grabbed your waist. You found it getting harder to breath, but that didn't stop you from kissing him back. It was your birthday after all, so considered it as your present. Loki's tongue tapped at your bottom lip and you gladly let him enter. You didn't even bother to try and gain dominance. You just let him have his way with you. His tongue pinned yours down and he explored every inch of your mouth. Your breathing heavily, his hand on your throat making it hard to breath, but you didn't mind. He bit your lip harshly before he pulled away while letting out an animalistic growl. The grip around your neck loosened. He smirked at you as you whimpered at the loss of his lips against yours. He carefully  put you on the floor again, but his body was still pressing against yours. You inhaled sharply as he leaned in next to your ear and bit down on your earlobe.

'Now, that one more thing... I need you to play my victim. I'm escaping,' he spoke shamelessly.

'What? No, you can't do that,' you struggled, but he pressed his lips onto yours again. You melted in his hands.

'Say that again,' he commanded. You stuttered out a response, but nothing coherent. He grinned. 'That's what I thought.' He kissed your nose. 'You're coming with me. I need you for private purposes,' he chuckled. This made you blush, but you couldn't bring yourself to protest. In one movement you were turned around by the God and he held you in front of him, pressed against his firm chest. You giggled as his hands wrapped around your neck again. God, it really turned you on. 'What?' he asked, amused. You giggled again.

'Choke me,' you said. He chuckled lowly next to your ear and tightened his grip. You gasped for air and bit your lip.

He dragged you to the room where his scepter was and stole it.

'Brother, put the scepter down,' Thor commanded.

'Y/N!' Bruce shouted. Your mother, Natasha looked worried, but at this moment you didn't really care. All you could focus on were Loki's hands around your neck.

'You are all such bad people,' Loki mocked the Avengers, who didn't dare to attack him because he held you in his grasp. 'Forgetting your daughter her birthday. You might be even worse than me.' He put on his signature smirk. 'But do not worry. She will be safe with me. I'll leave your planet alone, but she will come with me. Do we have a deal?'

'No!' Natasha shouted. Nick Fury held up his hand, to silence everyone.

'If you can have her, you'll leave earth alone?' Loki nodded. 'What makes you think we believe you?'

'Would this answer you question?' Loki asked before he released his grip around you and kissed you passionately. Butterflies were forming in your stomach. The Avengers eyes widened. Loki pulled away, way to soon and gave your parents a smirk. Bruce and Natasha stared at the God like they would like to kill him, which was probably the case.

'You can leave, brother. I'm so weird, but I support this relationship,' Thor commented. Bruce hit the Gods arm and Thor whined.

More words were unnecessary, because Loki teleported away with you.