The sunlight peeked through the curtains and outside your room arose a stir. You kept your eyes closed a little more - not wanting to get up yet, as it was Sunday.

There was an arm around your waist that tightened its grip around you, pulling you closer against him. A lean man's body was pressed against your back while his large, slender finger trailed over your ribcage and lower, to your hip and back up.

How did you ended up here - with God knows who. You had to admit you went a little heavy on the drinks. Thor had brought alcolhol from Asgard, so the Asgardian brothers could get drunk too, and is was way stronger to anything else you were used to. But suprisingly, you had no headache.

His other was tucked underneath your body and cupped your breast rather firm, rolling it in his palm.

You mouth hung agape in a silent moan as your body jerked.

A deep chuckle made the corners of your mouth twitch.

Your head lolled to the side and you were met by those mischievous, emerald eyes. His eyes widened, and so did yours.

He instantly let go off you and both of flew to another side of the mattress, to put as much distance between you as possible. You grabbed the bedsheets and covered your body and gulped down the disgust at the thought of his hands pawing at you just minutes ago.

"How did we-" Loki blurted. Your mouth hung agape and you took in your surroundings. This was your room. What was he doing in here? And when had he crawled into your bed?

"Why are you in my room?" you accused, pulling the sheets over your breats. You looked down at your bruised body, you were naked as well - and so was he.

Shame washed over you.

"Did we-?" you wondered, but failed to finish the sentence. He shook his head feverishly and rubbed his face.

"No," he barked. "I would never." He scowled at you and eyed you up and down, then examined his body.

"I'm terribly bruised," you whispered as you looked down at your cleavage and upper arms.

"That doens't say anything," he denied. "I would never fuck a mortal." You rolled your eyes and they descended on his neck. Your eyes went big. "What?"

"Your neck too," you said with a strained voice. His hand went to his neck and he traced down to his chest.

"Okay," he mumbled before gazing in your eyes. "Do you remember anyting from last night?"

"Clearly not," you spat. "Luckily I don't. You?"

"No. I do not. So, perhaps it happened," he drew out, running a hand through his hair and groaning.

"It certainly happened. Look at us!"

"Bruises don't define-"

"I'm also very sore," you interrupted with a glare his way. He smirked and crossed his arms over his chest.

"It appears that I'm still skillful after a few glasses," he said smugly. Your jaw clenched and his eyes grew cold.

"No one can know," you both said at the same time.

"Agreed," Loki sneered.

You both scambled to your feet and got dressed before exiting your rooms and separating ways.

Most times, you would bump into Loki twice a day, or more, because you both were Avengers and you had to work together from time to time, but you didn't saw him for like two weeks straight, and you weren't bothered by it.

And even if that was the reason for him avoiding you, you didn't want it to ruin the friendship you though you had.

Maybe it was better this way...

But as the weeks passed, there gaped a hollow space in your chest. Something that night had happened to you, and it had something to do with him, but you just couldn't point it out. There was a force that wanted to pull him closer to you, spend time with him...

You were falling in love from a distance... as he just seemed to disappear from your life.

The first time you saw him again, your heart fluttered, but it stopped when he shot you a disdainful look, a look of disgust.

Like that it continued for awhile and honestly, it broke your heart.

You were chatting the evening away with Natasha and a cup of tea in your hand when the doors of the kitchen bursted open and the God of Grumpiness stormed inside. Natasha was halfway through her sentence as he grabbed you by the wrist and hauled you from your chair.

Natasha send him a glare, but he could care less as he took long strides towards your room, which had you jogging along his side.

"What the hell was that for!" you yelled, shielding your feelings behind the anger. He just send you a icy glare and locked the door. Your breath hitched and you looked at him with a hint of fear in your eyes.

With all his agility, he hoisted you up in his arms. You yelped and took a hold of his shoulders.

"What are you-?"

"Quiet," he sneered. You shut your mouth and supressed the questions you wanted to fire at him. He roughly dropped you on the bed and caged you down on the mattress with his body, the scowl he wore on the regular remained on his face as his hands pulled your pyjama trousers down to your knees.

Wearing nothing underneath it, you felt exposed and your cheeks turned scarlet.

"Loki," you whispered. "I don't think this is wise." He ignored your statement and let himself fall beside you, then pulled you on top of his chest as his hands settled between your thighs.

Your hands went to grab his upper arms as the pads of his fingers met your damp flesh. His breath stuttered and his other arm pulled your shirt up to just above your breast. You turned you head to the side as his fingers plunged into your heated core.

You cried out and your body jerked.

He moved his fingers deliciously inside of you and curled your toes. Your breathing quickened and his soft pants thrummed in your ears as he bit the lobe.

You whimpered and shifted your restless legs on the mattress as they entangled with his. His other hand teased your nipple to the point where they became painfully hard and you arched into his touch with a loud moan.

"Come for me," he rasped, and as if on command, your legs spasmed. Your heart pounded in your chest, you froze in his grasp and your wall clenched around his fingers. You moaned and a grunt echoed in your ear as his fingers rubbed your sensitive spot fiercy.

You back arched and you stilled, as he kept on plunging his fingers into you. Your eyes fell closed in ecstasy as you let your orgasm take over. Your breath hitched and your nails dug into his biceps at the impact it had on you.

He retreated his slender fingers from you and flipped you over on your stomach.

Still half reveling in the aftermath of your high, he had freed himself from his trousers and pounded into you with ferocity.

Your hands gripped the silky sheets beneath you as he grasped your hips and hauled them up to thrust deeper into you. You whimpered as he placed the back of his hand in the nape of your neck to keep your down, his other glided under your body and curled around your waist.

He took a hand ful of your hair and roughly tucked at it, making you cry out.

He groaned savagely and when you tightened around him, squeezed your eyes shut with upcoming orgasm. He had you panting in a pillow as his grip on you grew even firmer to the point of almost hurting you.

The coil in your stomach tightened and you pressed yourself more against him, leaning back to meet his deep thrusts. Your whole body jerked even in his vice grip and you tumbled into an orgasm. A roar from deep in his chest rolled off his lips as he slammed into you, making your whimper and moan when he came.

He spilled himself into you and welcomed the hot sensation of it, savored each drup.

He rolled over with you still in his arms until you were back in your original positions, with you on top of him. His arms curled around your already bruising body as you both caught your breath.

A pang of disappointment went trough you.

He hadn't kissed you.

When you both breathed steadily, he spoke.

"No one can know." You sighed and closed your eyes.

"Then why did you came back?"

"Because I didn't remember and I wanted to know what it was like to fuck you, okay?" he sneered. "We'll never need to talk about this again. I won't happen again." Your heart dropped to your stomach and you took his hand in yours.

He let out an exasperated sigh and pushed you off him, sitting up on his knees while tucking himself into his trousers. You leaned back on your elbows and watched him get up from the bed and strolling to the door while running a hand through his develished hair.

You eyed as his hand rested on the door knob. Tears welled up in your eyes as you spoke up, your voice barely above a whisper.

"You don't leave a girl alone when you just fucked her." He froze. "Every guy with a bit of sentiment knows that."

"Good thing I have no sentiment," he replied before opening the door and closing it behind him again.

You leaned back down and broke down crying.

You should've know better when you sat on the edge of the tub in your knickers and cardigan. Your hands were trembling as your eyes remained focused on the positive pregnancy test in them.

There was a soft knock on the door and you looked up with a tear stained face.

"Y/N?" It was Natasha's concerned voice. "I'm coming in."

The thud from the door made you look at her and her face softened. She didn't say anything, just sat next to you on the tub as she took the test from your hands. She steeled away her emotions and stared up at you.

"How?" she whispered. You sniffled.

"It just happened... I-" You wiped the tears away from your face.

"How long?"

"Three months ago? Something like that?" you babbled. "I didn't suspect anything until I missed my period a few times..."

"Who's the father?" she asked, a hand rubbing up and down your back. Your heart fell.

"I'm not supposed to say..." you mumbled. Natasha frowned and shook her head.

"It was Loki, right?" Your head snapped to face her, eyes wide.

"How do you-? How do you know?" you stammered, fumbling with the test between your fingers.

"Well." She cleared your throat. "You weren't exactly quiet that night. And you're the most single person I know." You scowled at her and crossed your arms over your chest.

"Thanks for the support," you muttered.

"Hey, me and the team will support you," she said strictly, wrapping her arms around you. "And you need to talk to him."

So, that's how you ended up waiting for the God at the kitchen table. You had been sitting there for three hours on end just incase he was earlier, but he showed himself at ten o'clock - his normal hour of arrival.

Your heart stuttered at the sight of him. This was the first time you saw him after - that.

"Hi," you greeted him. He gave you a firm nod and walked passed you. You cleared your throat, grasping the pregnancy test tight under the table. He looked over his shoulder, hand on the door knob. "We need to talk, Loki." He rolled his eyes and huffed, pushing the door open.

You placed the pregnacy test down on the table with a loud clack. He froze and turned on his heel, eyeing the test with hesitance. He took one step closer, eyeing you.

"What's that?" he demanded, getting closer to the table until he could take the test in his hands. He visibly gulped, staring at the test for a few minutes.

His eyes met yours and your breath hitched. Your eyes glazed with tears.

"You're kidding?" you snarled, running a hand through his hair. You shook your head. He closed his eyes and leaned against the table. He ran a thumb over the pregnacy test.

You opened your mouth to speak, but he did before you could.

"How lowly do you think of me? Do you think you can trick me? To make me believe you're pregnant?" He laughed without mirth and pushed himself off the table, turning his back towards you.

"Loki-"

"No," he snapped, turning towards you. He gave you a look that made you close your mouth. "It's over. Go make someone else believe your lies."

With that he left the room and you let the tears flow freely.

Unlike him, the Avengers were supportive. Yes they would often scold at you when you attempted to lift something and then did it for you, but they were lovely.

You were now five months into pregnacy and it was showing. Like really showing, your hips got wider and your belly was getting bigger every day.

Peter and you were just back from shopping for baby clothes and the Avengers were sitting on the couch. Peter had set the shopping bags on the ground and smiled at you.

"I'm going to make you tea, Y/N!" he said enthusiastically. You thanked him and went to pick up the bag - until Thor rose from the couch.

"Hands off, Lady Y/N!" he boomed. Flayed, you jumped away from the bags when Thor approached you. He grasped the bags for you and wrapped an arms around you, pulling you towards the couches, where he helped you to sit down. "Ther you go."

"Ooh!" Bucky smiled up at you. "What did you buy for the little one?" You grinned and giggled as you got a few baby clothes out of the bags.

"Oh my God!" Wanda squeaked, gasping and getting up to admire the little bibs. "That's cute!"

Thor picked out the navy baby socks and stuck his fingers in them.

"Aww, look at that!" Thor roared, smiling at the small socks. You giggled, but it faded when the door slammed closed.

The heads of the Avengers turned to Loki, who had a pink box under his arms, a timid expression on his face before he headed off to the kitchen, were he escaped the nasty glares the Avengers send him.

"Argh!" Thor said with a grin as he found the knitted, green mittens with a red tongue and black buttons as eyes, it represented an adorable snake. "I want these too!"

That evening, you sat alone in your room, a book placed on your lap as you leaned against the headboard. You didn't look up when you heard a knock on your door.

"No, Thor. You're not getting the mittens," you called, smiling to yourself as you turned the page. The door opened.

"No, it's... me," a guilt dripping voice said. Your heart stilled and you froze on the spot.

The door closed and you took in a sharp breath as he suddenly sat beside you. You slowly lifted your gaze to meet his. He already looked at you.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, but you were afraid you knew the answer.

"I came to talk," he said as he took the pregnancy test you shown his a few months ago. You pried it from his fingers and studied the little stick.

"You kept it," you said as if in awe. He nodded and bit his lip.

"I... I brought you something too," he whispered, then cleared his voice and gestured at the pink box in his lap. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him as he placed the box on your lap. Your heart picked up its rhythm. You gulped the nerves down and picked at the box until it opened.

You gazed back up at Loki, and he nodded as an encouragement for you to take a look inside of it.

Your hands pulled out a magenta dress, and without realizing it, you smiled.

"It's just... it's a pregnacy dress. So you have something else to wear other than your pyjamas all day..." It was silent between you. "Thought you 'd like it," he mumbled as he looked up with a guilty expression on his features.

Your face scunched up and you gasped.

You dropped the dress in the box.

"Do you not-? Do you not like it?" he asked softly. You shook your head and his face fell, but you offered him your hand. He placed your hand in his and you led it to your stomach.

Loki shifted closer to you and his eyes went big.

The baby was moving, stomping your guts and belly.

This was the first time your little one did that - as if he sensed his father's presence.

You looked up at Loki, whose eyes brimmed with tears. Your smile faded and you reached out your hand to touch his face.

He pushed your hand aside and pulled you into an embrace instead. You gasped slightly before wrapping your arms around his neck and relaxed into his arms.

You pulled away just enough to see his face. Your lips were very close to his all of a sudden and he took notice of that. His breath fanned over your face and you leaned in.

Your lips met his and his breath hitched in his throat when you kissed him slowly. His hands found your waist and pulled you closer.

Your body was incredibly sensitive from the pregnancy and it welcomed his genlte touch. You couldn't help it when you moaned against his mouth.

A jolt of arousal shot through you and you moaned again. He pulled back to examine your face. You blushed and bit your lip.

"I'm sorry. My hormones are just..." Your voice ebbed away as he took the box away and placed it on the nightstand. He smiled down at you.

"How can you possibly be-"

"I just am okay?" you defended.

"Am what?" he teased. Your cheeks turned even more crimson as you looked down at your lap.

"Horny," you muttered. He chuckled lowly and pulled you in for a hug. "What?" you complained. "You're not going to do anything about it?" He smiled and let his tongue flick over your neck. You whimpered and clutched his shoulder.

"Do you want me to?" he whispered. You rolled your eyes and wrapped your arms tighter around his neck.

"Yes, damn yes," you breathed out, chest heaving as he exhaled right next to your ear. You shivered and groaned.

He pushed you down with him and carefully hoisted you further up the mattress.

You panted hard as his hands took the time to remove your clothing. Starting with your trousers, knickers following. He got rid of it all - unlike last time - without letting his lips leave yours.

You impatiently tugged at his black suit, loosening his tie and tossing it aside.

When he was finally naked as well, he settled over you, and you moaned as you felt him against your entrance.

It was almost embarrassing how wet you were.

He slipped in without a second thought. You clawed at his upper arms and curled against body - as much as your tummy allowed you.

Loki's eyes closed as you squirmed beneath him, buckling your hips as you sought for friction. He bend down and found your lips.

He slowly moved inside you and you moaned repeatedly until you came.

"I'm," you panted. You cheeks flushed and you averted your eyes. "I'm sorry." His hands caressed your collarbone and he smiled down at you, pecked you on the lips.

"It's fine, love." You heart fluttered, but you had no time to dwell on it, because he was already moving again. His pace was slow, sensual - different from last time as well, as if he cared. His hands stroke your breasts, paying them both the same amount of attention.

Each caress brought you closer to your next orgasm. You tried to hold back.

"I'm going t-" You moaned as his cock jerked inside of you and it just wasn't enough. Loki kissed your nose and leaned his forehead against yours.

"I'm not stopping until I come. Ready," he asked. You whimpered and nodded furiously. He groaned and steadily slid in and out of you, deeper each time.

Your hands wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer. Your stomach twisted as he turned his hips slightly and it hit a heavenly spot inside you that send you right over the edge, which made you find your release.

Moaning out with the pleasure that evoked throught your body, you spasmed and arched into him. He rode you through your orgasm as he made love to you.

He groaned himself and his body jolted in ecstasy.

He spilled himself inside of you and you moaned when he gave a final sweet thrust into you.

You breathed heavily and so was he as you both came down from your high.

"Thank," you croaked. 'Thank you." He smiled and laid down next to you while pulling you into a kiss. You caught your breath and looked up at him with a smile. "Why?" He sighed and gazed at the ceiling.

"I didn't want it to be a memory," he told you. He tilted his head to the side and gave you a sad smile. "I want this to last forever."

He shifted his weight on the mattress and panicked. You clamped onto his body to keep him there.

"Shh, I'm not leaving again," he assured you. He ran a hand through your hair and briefly kissed your lips. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him.

It fell quiet between the two of you and you listened to his heartbeat. His head rested on top of yours.

A tear rolled over your cheek, but it wasn't yours. You looked up at Loki and brushed the tears away.

"What's wrong?" He shook his head, a smile adorning his features. His hand found your tummy and he rubbed it, the baby kicked in response.

"It's... it's just that... I'm going to be a father," he whispered. You snuggled closer to him and he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You fell asleep while cuddling with his soft breath on your neck.