You were doing the dishes while listening to the soft melodie of the radio, when the scraping of a chair interrupted your silent humming.

You jumped out of your skin and turned around to see the God of Mischief leaning his elbows on top of the table, his chin supported by both of his hands.

With his big, cute eyes glinstering in the morning sun, he batted his eyelashes at you. A toothy grin on his face told you he was up to something.

You frowned.

'What do you need?' you asked as you finished the dishes and threw the towel over the sink. He grinned and let his torso rest on the table, still grinning as if he had just successfully stabbed someone.

'You,' he purred, his head lolling to the side as his hand dived under the table as he showed you a large bag, which had small bags inside of it.

'What's that?' you chirped as you skipped closer to the table in your navy pyjamas. He chuckled.

'Curious little thing you are,' he mused, picking at the bag's contours. 'I need you.' Your eyebrows bend into a frown.

'What for?' you wondered, crossing your hands over your chest and perching your hip against the table.

His eyes roamed your form, eyeing you approvingly from head to toe.

'I'm going to pamper you, now come with me,' he all but ordered, grabbing your wrist and swinging you around the table. You yelped at the sudden movement and his name came off your lips in a growl.

He only laughed and snatched the bag with him as he towed you towards his room, where he placed a chair in front of his mirror. You eyed him suspiciously and cleared your throat as he kept rummaging through his closet.

'Oh, yeah, here,' he apologized as he threw a shirt towards you, which you didn't catch so it landed over your face.

'What's this for?' you questioned at his worn-out shirt.

'Put it on. I don't want you to get dirty,' he said. Then smirked, but shook his head as he decided against saying something else. You raised an eyebrow and opened the buttons of your pyjamas.

Glad you wore a bra underneath it, you pulled the piece of fabric over your head.

'Take a seat,' he said with a grin, almost jumping up and down like a child who was about to get some ice cream.

You hesitated, but eventually sat down in front of the mirror as he dived into one of the bags and took a couple of boxes out of them.

'What are you-?'

'Trust me.' You gulped. Was that a good idea? He chuckled and took a brush between his slender fingers, twirling it around for awhile before dragging it across your locks.

You smiled as your eyes met through the mirror.

'Can you hold these?' he asked you as he placed a few boxes in your lap. You nodded. You examined the boxes and your eyes widened.

'You are not going to do that to me! Find someone else!' you panicked. He chuckled and forced you back down by placing his hands on your shoulder.

'Don't worry about it. I used to do this all the time with my mother,' he explained, as he took a box of hair dye. You relaxed a bit into the chair, but still glared at him.

'Why me? Wanda and Natasha are here too...' sounded your dull protest.

'I don't like them as much as I like you,' he reasoned, already parting your hair with some clips to hold everything in place. 'Besides, with what I'm going to do to you, is something very important to me. Reminds me of me and my mother so stay still,' he ordered as he steadied your head. You smiled.

'You dyed your mother's hair too?' you asked, as you enjoyed how his soft fingers brushed against your scalp ever so often.

'Yes, I did. She loved it. We've spend a lot of time together. Always when Thor and Odin decided to practice on their fighting skills.'

'That's so sweet of you,' you murmured, leaning back into his touch.

'Yeah, one time it went horribly wrong, though,' he chuckled. 'Her hair went a bright orange. You know, she wasn't happy about it, but she'd let me fix it anyway.'

'Sounds like a lovely woman,' you said sincerely, but you quickly added, 'But please don't fuck mine up.' He laughed then, and it tickled down your spine.

'Oh, sweetheart. I told you not to worry. I had a lot of practice on that since my bleach fail,' he uttered as he put hair dye on your locks.

'Did you do that often with her?' You couldn't control your curious ass. He smiled, and talked as if he were deep in thought.

'Every day to be exact, well, not dying hair, but putting face masks on her, styling her clothes, painting her nails and all that stuff.' You grinned.

'That's awfully nice of you,' you told him.

'Well, I love taking care of the people I love,' he hinted as you immediately blushed at his words. He noticed, but decided not to pick up on that yet.

You talked to each other for a bit longer until he was finished and let you wash out the dye, telling you that you could use his shower.

Once out of the shower, you came to the conclusion that your pyjamas were gone, so you had to wrap a smooth towel around your frame, but not before looking into the damp mirror to catch a glimpse of your hair.

It was blonde! You smiled to yourself. Maybe he knew that you wanted this shade for awhile, or maybe it was pure luck.

You hopped out of the bathroom and glanced around the room. Loki got up from the chair and approached you, a smile on his face.

'Ooh, came out really good, huh?' he said as he let his fingers brush through your hair. 'Can't wait to see what it looks like dry.' You smiled and took place in the chair once again.

He started to dry it and made some more small talk with you.

'Damn, woman,' he said in awe as he looked at your hair, running a hand through it. You giggled and stared at your reflection that sat proudly on the chair, rocking her new hairstyle.

You tried to get up, but he pinned you down.

'Who said it was time to leave?' he mocked, dipping his face to yours, holding your gaze through the mirror. You gulped as you stomach twisted. He turned his head slightly, lips brushing against your ear and you took in an unsteady breath. 'Can I do your make-up too?' He pouted and you melted into the chair.

You managed a dumb nod as he grabbed another bag as he started getting out the necessary supplies. He first went to put on mascara.

His face was inches away from yours and your breathing got labored as you thought about how his thin lips would feel on yours. You gulped when he pulled out a scarlet shade of lipstick.

This wasn't your natural look, but like he assured you, it would be fine.

His thumb grazed your bottom lip and you let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes to escape his piercing gaze on you.

Control your hormones, you repeated like a mantra. You suppressed a moan as the lipstick descended on your lip and he sensually applied it.

'And... Done,' he said with a smirk as he watched your chest rise and fall at a rapid pace. Damn it, he knew the effects he had on you and your cheeks turned as bright as your coloured lips.

You thanked him and shot up from the chair, dashing for the door, but he called for you again, a promise in his silky voice.

'Are you going to wander to the Tower in nothing more than one of my towels?' he asked cockily. You turned on your heels and smiled at him, trying to hide your embarrassment.

'Uhm, I guess not...?'

'The right answer indeed,' he murmured as he grabbed a hold of the last bag, getting something and tossed it to you. This time, you did caught it and your eyes slightly widened at the black and lace lingerie.

You looked up at him, but he was already busy fishing out something else out of the bag.

'How do you know my bra size?' you wondered as you dropped the towel to the floor and quickly put it on before he could look back up. He shrugged, as your suspicions were confirmed. Exactly the right size.

'I asked Tony,' he replied as he finally looked up. His eyes turned as big as plates as he let his gaze linger on your curves for a minute or two.

'How does Tony know my bra size?' you asked, eyes wide with panic. He snapped out of his haze and frowned.

'I have no idea...' He cleared his throat and tore his eyes away from you for a moment, sucked in a deep breath and approached you.

His fingers brushed over your shoulder and gently turned you around. He held a light blue summerdress in front of you.

'Step in.' You followed his command as he slid the dress up your body, tucking your arms in the sleeves and closing the buttons. The feather light touches of his fingers against your back made your heart flutter.

He let out a deep breath, spun you around so you were facing him and smiled.

'Now you're done,' he whispered. He took your hand in his and entwined your fingers with his. He led you to the mirror again and stood behind you as you both took in your angelic appearance.

You smiled up at him, turned around and his hand slid to your hip.

'You look beautiful.' His breath could be felt on your face as he bend down slightly. His hair tickled against your cheeks.

'Thank you,' you whispered back.

'This day of pampering wasn't held without a reason, darling.' Your stomach did a happy jump.

'Why did you do it, then?' you teased, flattening yourself against his lean torso. He bend down so his lips were ghosting over yours. A touch so light it send a shiver down your spine.

'Because if I spoiled you for a day, you can't say no to being my Valentine,' he purred and closed the gap between the two of you as he kissed you deeply. You moaned at the intensity of it and kissed him back just as passionately as he did.

His hand slid up your ribcage as the other fisted into your blonde hair, pulling you closer.

You let your fingers trail along the fabric of his sexy black suit, fiddling with the button on it so your hands could roam freely across his thin cladded chest.

You pulled away, gasping for air as you simply gazed into his eyes, mesmerized by him.

'Yes, Loki, I'll be your Valentine,' you whispered against his lips.