With your yellow backpack swung over your shoulder, you sprinted out of Stark Tower, frantically waving at the black-haired man on his motorcycle.

You were wearing a pink skirt and a white top.

Loki frowned in your direction and kicked the engine awake.

'No! Please!' you cried out. Grabbing a hold of his black leather jacket. He growled and shot you a glare.

'What do you need?' he sneered. He put on his helmet as you gave him a desperate look.

'A ride,' you panted.

Gosh, you weren't made for running long distances.

'Please,' you begged as you glanced behind your shoulder. He gave you an annoyed look.

'What's in it for me?' You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, avoiding his strict gaze.

'I have no time for this!' you hissed as your father - Tony Stark - came rushing through the doors.

'Better make up something then.' He winked at you and closed his helmet.

'Whatever you need,' you gave in, giving him a pleading look. He smirked, letting his eyes roam freely over your bare legs.

'I believe we have an arrangement, darling.' The footsteps of your dad running towards you, made you move faster. You sat behind Loki on the motorcycle as Tony held out his hand.

'Y/N!' he yelled. 'Don't you dare! Get off that thing and away from him!' Loki handed you a green helmet, which you clutched in your hands and put on your head.

'Go!' you spurred Loki on. You heard him let out an amused cackle as he rode away.

'You're getting grounded for that when you come back!' Tony yelled.

'She won't come back!' Loki screamed above the engine as he drove on the street. You squeaked and wrapped your arms around his torso, pressing your body against him to shield yourself from the raw wind.

The monotone grey pavement and skyscrapers from the cities floated over into a green landscape with lavender fields while the sun shone bright above the horizon.

You had your face pressed against Loki's shoulder, your hands sprawled across his chest.

He took a turn and drove on a grass field where a couple of trees provided some shadow.

The motorcycle slowed down and eventually came to a stop. Your savior put off his helmet and glanced at you over his shoulder as you already crawled off the thing while struggling to get rid of your helmet. He chuckled and you let out a helpless whine.

'Help me,' you wailed, pulling at the thing and falling back on your ass form your own strength. Because lets admit it, you're a damn strong person.

Loki chuckled and got off the motorcycle too, stooping to your level to remove te helmet from you.

'You owe me twice now. Dear, what are you getting yourself into?' he mumbled while tutting his lips.

'God, I woud do everything at this point to avoid my father,' you muttered back.

'I'll keep you to your word,' he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You squinted your eyes at him. 'Put the tent up, I'll cook us dinner before it gets dark.'

You nodded, getting up and strolling over to the motorbike to look into one of the bags on it. You recognized one as the tent bag and sprawled out the tent, grabbing a few sticks and putting them through what you thought were the right holes.

Yeah, you weren't an expert on tents...

A stick jetted out of the hole, almost hitting you in the face, but you managed to duck away with a high pitched yelp.

Loki rushed to your side and snatched it out of your hands.

'I'll do it,' he snarled at you, although he wasn't angry. 'Before you stick your own eye out.'

'No, I can do it,' you spluttered, your hand reaching out, but he slapped them away.

'Nope. You'll make dinner,' he ordered, pointing at the mini barbecue. Your face scrunched up in worry.

'Loki, I'm going to be honest with you....' you began. He sighed, a small smile playing across his features. 'I don't even know how to boil an egg. How am I supposed to cook dinner for two persons?'

'I'm so lucky you owe me. That's tree, Lady,' he said with a smug grin. You rolled your eyes.

'Sure,' you mumbled grumpily.

While Loki set up the tent and made you both dinner, you were busy killing ants with a stick.

'Darling? Dinner's ready,' Loki called handing you over a plate, which you devoured with a smile.

'Thank you, Mischief.' He chuckled.

'I know it's none of my business, but why did you wanted to come with me?' he asked. You shrugged as he sat beside you on the rock.

'You're right. It's none of your business,' you said with a giggle, but cleared your throat when you saw his stern face. 'I simply had enough of my dad. I'm an adult and I should be able to go wherever I want without his permission. I'm not a property that he can keep around at all time.'

He swallowed his potato and stared at you.

'Why doesn't he let you go?'

'I guess he's concerned.' He nodded, giving you a sweet smile. 'What about you?' He cocked up an eyebrow.

'Just wanted to get away from my brother. Don't get my wrong, he's a sweetheart, but he can be a bit much sometimes...' Loki explained.

'So you retreat to a place like this?' you wondered, looking at the purple sky as the sun slowly sunk behind the horizon.

'Yes.'

'I wouldn't mind if I would be allowed to come with you every time, you know. It's beautiful here,' you spoke with a smile. He chuckled lowly.

'You're beautiful,' he said. Your cheeks turned scarlet. He let out a laugh. 'Don't be shy now, darling. Do I have to repeat myself?' You fervently shook your head, taking a huge spoon of carrots.

'No,' you said, occupying yourself with chewing your lip to distract yourself.

'It's true though. You're beautiful,' he said as if he was in deep thoughts.

'Well... thank you...' You felt like you had to say it back, but decided it was too late for that now. He'd had moved on to the next subject as you both finished your meals.

You were laying in the tent, gazing up at the sky through the see-through ceiling of it. Loki was still outside, gazing at the stars from his chair in the freezing night breeze.

The zipper of the tent opened and you looked up from your phone. There was no service - maybe not so great, due to the fact you were in the middle of nowhere with the God of Mischief. But somehow you decided to ignore that.

You were playing some silly game Natasha once installed on your phone and you and just leveled up.

'Fucking cold outside.' Loki's teeth clattered together and he shivered, quickly closing the tent behind him.

'Look who's finally decided to join me,' you muttered, going back to your game. He hummed in a dreamy way.

'Are you tired yet?' he asked as he picked up your foot and placed it on his thigh to take your shoes off. The other one followed and so did your socks. 'And by the way, that is four,' he referred to your toes.

'What? No!' you protested, looking up from your phone to glare at him.

'What? No, you're not tired or, no, not four?' he taunted.

'Both!' you grumbled. 'What if we called it a night?'

He let out an evil laugh.

'Remember you owe me for times now?' he said in his midnight purr.

'Three.'

'Three it is,' he whispered as he settled over your body, slowly and intimidatingly leaning into your personal space. You gulped.

'What about it?' you muttered, his breath fanning against the side of your face as he picked your phone from your hands and placed it aside. His lips ghosted over your cheekbones.

Your breath picked up, the abrupt tension between you getting to much to handle at this point for you.

'I know what I want in return,' he told you darkly, grinding his hips into you. You let out a harsh breath, hands gripping at his upper arms.

'I'm not sure if I-,' you stuttered. 'I don't know how.' He halted his movements for a moment, calculating his next move. You bit your lip in anticipation. Much to your surprise, he gave you an assuring smile.

'I guess I'll have to teach you then,' he said with a smug smirk. You rolled your eyes, a faint smile adorning your lips. 'What do you say?' You sucked in a long breath.

'Yes.' His nostrils flared as he glanced at your form. His hands fumbled with your shirt and it quickly hit the tents walls.

'Oh, sweetheart, this will be good. I promise,' he uttered. His own hands pulled at his cotton shirt, discarding it somewhere behind him.

Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of his lean, muscled chest. You lifted a hand to trace the lined on his stomach, nibbling on your lip.

He bend down and hovered above your lips.

'Are you a hundred percent sure about this?' he asked you one more time. You nodded.

'Yes, kiss me,' you whispered, retreating your hand to wrap your arms around his neck.

His lips crashed onto your in an almost desperate gesture, his hands caressing the soft structure of your cheeks. Thumbs grazing your jaw as he deepened the kiss, his tongue flicking at your bottom lip. Your stomach did a funny thing.

His fingers pried at his belt and he pulled his trousers down, while your did the same to your skirt. The both of you suddenly filled with lust.

The rest of your clothes followed and then you slowed down, uncertain of what to do next.

He placed his tender lips on yours again and you relaxed in his arms like pudding.

Your breath picked up and your heart palpitated when his thumb flicked over your soft breast. Your body jerked and he smirked against your lips.

'So responsive, darling.' He groaned. 'I like you.' You moaned out, pressing yourself into his hands.

His tongue plunged into your mouth and you gaped in surprise when his finger delved between your folds. You squeezed your eyes shut and surrendered at the pleasure that invaded your mind. You moaned his name as he stroked your inner walls, making you clench around his fingers. Your heart melted for him.

His tongue swirled around yours, pinning it down to freely explore your mouth. His hands being everywhere at the same time.

Your hand slid to his shoulders, your nails leaving bruises for him. He hissed out and pulled his fingers away from him.

'Did I do something wrong?' you worried. He shook his head, clenching his jaw.

'Can't wait anymore,' he said between his teeth, lining himself up at your entrance. He cracked his eyes open and held your steady gaze. 'Ready, love?'

You nodded, unable to find words but his name.

You concentrated on your breathing as he slipped in the head. You sucked in a breath through your teeth as you arched against him.

'Oh, look at you,' he panted as he let his hand slide from your neck to your cleavage. His hands both fisted in your hair while you moaned.

He grunted as he thrusted into you to the hilt. You cried at, gripping at his back and throwing your head back.

He rested his forehead against you, both panting heavily as your heart thrummed against your chest.

'So beautiful,' he whispered with a kiss to your forehead before he started picking up a pace. Your heart fluttered and you wrapped your legs around his hips.

He angled his hips in the right position, hitting you in the most divine ways possible.

Your skin tingled everywhere he touched, making you squirm. A loud, animalistic groan rolled over his lips and you moaned along.

Legs trembling, you spasmes and clung onto him tight. Crying out in pleasure as he hit just the right spot. You got short on breath and jolted your hips forward to meet his.

He screamed out in frustration then, working himself into a frenzy.

You moaned loud as it hit you like an avalanche. Your hands nudged his face closer to yours as you kissed the stubble on his chin.

He groaned again, his voice vibrating against your forehead as he placed a kiss there. You reveled in your own pleasure as your head swam. You drank in every moment and savored every feeling and touch.

He found his release then, burying his face in the crook of your neck and sucking on your tender skin.

You both laid there for awhile, catching your breath as you came down from your high. He looked up at you with big, mischievous eyes.

You smiled at him.

'Thank you. That was... Oh God, that was amazing,' you whispered, chest heaving heavily.

'Remember you still owe me three more times,' he purred into your ear, biting down on the lobe. You smirked.

'Actually two more times, but I'll let it slip.' He hummed and your stomach twisted. 'My father is going to kill me.' He chuckled.

'I won't let him. You're under the protection of a God now,' he promised as he kissed your lips.