You worked alongside Tony, in his lab. For the past two weeks you had been given the assignment to run tests on Loki's magic, and most importantly, his behaviour towards other humans.

It turned out that he'd scored extremely low on his social skills, and you were to evaluate him...

But the problem is, you didn't want him to get bad marks. Tony and the other Avengers would not even allow him out of the tower if you did.

Also, you had a major crush on the God.

So Tony had told you specifically not to tell the God about his so called grades.

Loki lurked at you from his chair in the lab, feet crossed at the ankle as he glared at Stark.

You ignored their eyes on you, watching grading him. You gulped as the category Stabby attempts popped up.

The God obviously stil loved stabbing people. Yesterday he stabbed Steve, who didn't die, but still.

You bit the pencil you were holding, then flicked it neatly over the paper.

A relieved sigh left your lips and you put the pencil down on your desk, gazing up at a scowling God.

'Done minster Stark,' you spluttered, clearing your throat as Loki threw you a glare.

Tony pushed his glasses further up his nose and smiled at you.

'Very well, sweetheart. You can leave for today. Have a nice evening,' he told you before going back to whatever he was doing.

'You too,' you chirped. You got up and left the lab, and soon the scraping of a chair, made you take bigger steps, but it wasn't enough because the tall God walked beside you already.

You swallowed your nerves down, instantly blushing like crazy and clutching the file to your chest.

'Where are you going?' he said, already dismissing your answer.

'To my ro- room.' Your voice cracked and you inwardly cringed.

'May I see the file?' he questioned with a voice that you couldn't say no to. But you had to. You promised Stark not to show him anything. The God might freak out and destroy New York all over again.

'No,' you whispered, eyes glued to your shoes.

'I demand to see what you wrote about me.'

'I'm not allowed to tell you,' you said weakly.

He didn't say anything to you, just followed you in an for you extremely uncomfortable silence until you fished the keys out of your pockets and opened the door of your room.

You stepped foot in the room and were about to close the door when he forced himself inside too, clicking the door into its lock. You gulped, heart hammering in your chest. Your cheeks a bright red.

He was in your room.

'I can't show you anything.' He smiled, that angelic smile that made you fall in love with in the first place.

'I know. And I respect that,' he said, and to your surprise it sounded sincere. You bit your lip, slightly nodding to yourself to asure everything would be fine. That he would not kill you.

Closing your eyes, you turned around, strolled to your desk and put the file into one of your drawers.

When you turned back around, he was stretching his neck to see where you placed it, but he remained subtle about it.

He went to sit on the bed and patted the spot beside you. You licked your lips and carefully sat down beside him.

The corners of his eyes wrinkled as he smiled at you. You startled as he grabbed your hand, his delicate fingers brushing over your knuckles.

You were positive your breath had become a bit ragged, and that he must notice.

'You seem flustered, darling,' he muttered, slowly leaning in, so his face was inches from yours. It caused you to redden even more. His cold breath upon your heated cheeks seemed so perfect in that moment.

'Do I make you nervous?' he whispered. You bit your lip, not being able to look at him. Your downcast eyes focused on him stroking your hand. 'Why is that?'

He had hijacked your train of thought. Your heart fluttered at his velvet words.

'Are you in love with me, Y/N?'

Your breath hitched in your throat, as much as you tried to hide it.

His hand abandoned yours, traveling up your hips, to your waist, sensually sliding over your neck, the tips of his fingers caressing your cheeks.

This time you did look up and he was closer than you anticipated. His lips barely hovered over yours. You could heart your own heart beating.

His lips pressed against yours. A sweet, yet needing kiss, with his hands actively roaming over collarbone, shoulder and tangling in your hair, slightly tugging at the ends. You sighed against his cold lips.

Taking in a much needed breath through your nose, you found the courage to kiss him back, pouring all your worship for him into it.

The tip of his tongue flicked against your lips and you gasped. He slipped his tongue past your swollen, pink lips, savoring the taste of you.

Your hands rested on his chest, trying to pull him closer as his lips left yours, tracing a path down your neck, occasionally nipping at your hot skin. You moaned out his name and clutching onto him for dear life.

He pushed you down onto the mattress, out of the blue.

Breathing erratic, you stared up at him as he settled over you, taking the hem of your shirt between his fingers.

His hands slid over the little exposed tummy, taking off your shirt.

Your trousers were next, together with his armour. He brought one hand up to your face, to cup your chin and kissed you tenderly.

You could feel him pressing against your entrance, hands placed on your hips to guide himself, slowly slipping inside you.

You threw your head back, moaning. God, he was huge. You involuntarily clenched your walls and he groaned, giving you a punishing thrust.

He started moving, slowly at first, taking his time to explore every inch of you. His lips ghosted around your breasts, flicking his tongue over your hardened nipple every time he surprised you with a sharp thrust.

You writhed underneath him, your hands grabbing at his shoulders.

He growled and his thrust became more sporadic, seeking the need that was curling, biting your lip. itself around you tightrope.

When the pleasure spiked, it blinded you. You squeezed your eyes shut. You tried to scream, but your own voice cut out.

You arched into each other, hot spurts filling you as you tried to calm yourself down from what just happened.

You smiled to yourself, biting your lip.

Loki pulled out of you, smirking and rolling off you.

You didn't say anything, and neither did he. You just lay in each others arms, dozing off.

The next morning you woke up due to a rumbling. You frowned and rolled over to your back, feeling the spot beside you to be empty. You opened your eyes and looked around the room, to find Loki rummaging through your desk.

You sat up against the headboard, confused.

'What are you doing?' you asked. Startled, Loki turned around with a yellow file in his hands.

He grinned and held up the file.

'I'm going to read it anyway,' he said in an arrogant tone. 'Thank you dearly for trusting me last night. Now, we both got what we wanted.'

An expression of hurt crossed your face. You sat there staring at him for awhile, while he smirked at you.

Then you abruptly got up, put on your nightgown and approached him. You walked past him to the desk and pulled out the file he so wanted to see.

He turned around and frowned, looking at the yellow one he held.

You couldn't let yourself look into his eyes, you would probably burst into tears if you did. So you put on your best pokerface and slammed the right file into his chest. His hand went to hold it there as you let go of it.

'That the one you want.' You took a deep breath - and did look into his eyes. And you weren't surprised as yours filled with tears. 'I really thought you changed. I really must be a lowly mortal to trust you.'

The smile finally left his face.

'I didn't write anything bad about you. I left a few things out about your behaviour. You should be allowed out of the tower within a few days.'

You lowered your eyes to his chest. That splendid chest you used to be crazy about. You sighed and walked past him, but he placed a hand on your shoulder.

'Don't touch me,' you muttered, brushing his hand away.

'Y/N-?'

'No,' you said. He frowned, his mouth hanging slightly agape.

'What?' he asked dumbly. The file rested numbly in his hands.

'I didn't answer your question yesterday. No, I am not in love with you.'

You didn't speak or see him for two weeks. And honestly, you weren't sad about it. Perhaps a little bit. You were still angry at him for misusing your trust.

It was a Thursday night and you sat at the table, staring at a meme your friend had send you.

You laughed silently.

A chair scraped over the floor and your eyes shot up to the owner of the eyes pricking on you. There he sat, in front if you on his stupid chair.

You sighed and looked back at your phone, trying to find a meme to send your friend back.

'Y/N,' Loki called your name. You bit your lip. The last thing you wanted to do, was talk to him. You switched off your phone and put it aside, crossing your arms over your chest, giving him a blank expression.

'I feel guilty. I am truely sorry of how I treated you.' You nodded, pressing your lips together.

'Should've thought about that before you decided to use me,' you drawled, picking at your nails.

'I know. I am sorry,' he apologized again. You sighed and looked at him.

'What do you want me to do?' you asked in a dull tone. 'Do you want me to forgive you? After that?' He held your gaze.

'I don't know.'

'Because I would.' He tensed at your words.

'I would because I am stupid. But given that you apologize to me - a mortal - shows that you brushed up on your social skills.' He fumbled with his fingers.

'You still sound mad,' he pointed out.

'Because I am.' He averted his eyes.

'I'm sorry.'

'I know.' You shook your head. 'Saying that doesn't take away the hurt of how you treated me.' He nodded, not knowing what to say. 'Are you allowed out of the tower?'

'Yes,' he whispered, then cleared his throat.

'Good for you.'

'Can I do anything to reduce the hurt I caused?' he quietly asked you. Your face softened. He really seemed sorry.

You felt the corners of your mouth curve up into a smile.

'Come here and give me a hug.'