About: You recenlty moved to a new appartment, but as the daughter of the famous Tony Stark, he doesn't leave you alone for one day. Your dad is always around and it's getting on your nerves that you're not able to anything on your own. That is until Loki comes up with a plan to keep your father out of your appartment. 

"Dad, I'm fine," you argue with Tony. You had recently moved out of Stark Tower to live on your own and you dad Tony didn't take it too well. He s on till wanted to look out for his little princess and it was annoying you to say the least. Three times a day, he would appear in your appartment to make sure no one killed you in your sleep. He made sure you didn't run out of food and brought dozens of boardgames for you in case you got bored. 

Tony ran a distressed hand through his hair. 

"Just tell me when you need anything, alright? Can I get you a cheeseburger?" You rolled your eyes and shook your head. It wasn't like you didn't appreciate his caring, but it was all getting too much. He was suffocating you with his concern. 

"Dad, I can make my own food. I won't starve. Look, I'm still alive. I'll be fine," you soothed, rubbing your temples to calm yourself down. 

He stayed with you until he was sure you ate some food. You eventually made him leave because you were growing tired and you wanted to go to sleep. 

At seven o'clock in the morning you got dressed and prepared for a whole Saturday of doing absolutely nothing. You were just busy in your own little kitchen when you heard a knock on the door. Sighing, you briefly considered not answering and pretending you were still asleep, but an insisted knock made you slaunter over to the door of you appartment. 

There, in front of you, stood the tallest God you knew, casually leaning against your doorpost, smirking down at you. His feet were crossed at the ankle, arms over his chest so the black button up shirt tightened around his torso. 

You blinked. 

"Hello, little Stark," he purred, pushing himself up from the doorpost and letting himself in. You frowned and closed the door, drinking him in. He wasn't wearing his ridiculously handsome Asgardian armour, but an all black suit and somehow that was worse. You blushed, biting your lip and looking away once his piercing gaze that once slithered around your room fell upon you. 

You awkwardly cleared your throat and tried to focus on something else than his sharp jawline. 

"Did - did my dad send you to check up on me?" you asked, swallowing in a desperate attempt to relieve the dryness in your throat. 

"No, he has not," he said as he took a step closer towards you. "I just realized it has been awhile since I've seen you." You nodded dumbly before glancing at the counter, where your breakfast waited for you. 

"Have you eaten anything yet?" 

"No, but I might want to tell you your father told me earlier he was going to pay you another visit." He snickered at your reaction. Your heart dropped and you turned away from him, smacking the nutella jar and cursing a not so nice word. Loki quietly sat down at the kitchen table, eyeing you with amusement. "Does it annoys you? That he stops by every minute of the day?" 

"Of course it annoys me!" you cried out, throwing your hands up in desperation. "I came to live here on my own so I could escape being treated like a child! It just - I hate it, okay. I love him, but I don't like him being nosy all the time. I swear he knows these cupboards better than me!" Loki smirked, leaning his head on his hand. 

"Are you quite done ranting?" he asked, mischief glinstening in his eyes. You sighed, gazed into his eyes and averted your eyes again, a faint smile on your lips. 

"I am, do you want a sandwich?" You held one up as you finished smearing some nutella on yours, licking the remainings off your fingers. His pupils dilated as his gaze lingered around your mouth. 

"I have an idea to make your father stop from barging in," he said smugly, opening the button of his blazer and carelessly throwing it somewhere on the floor. You took a bite of your sandwich, but forgot to chew when the first button of his button down shirt came undone. 

"What?" you asked with false innocence, gulping the chunk of bread down and couching - you forgot to chew. 

"Let us pretend that we had sex," he said, the smirk growing wider with each button that came undone. Your eyes widened. 

"Yeah, I mean, yeah, why not," you stammered, putting your sandwich aside and looking at him for instructions. He smiled, and it wasn't a friendly smile. You shivered. 

"Great, take everything off and put this on," he said, taking his shirt off and throwing it to you over the counter. You cought it with no agility. 

Loki rose from his chair and undid his belt, tossing it near the door of your appartment before reaching for his fly. You quickly turned around, aware that your father could enter any moment, and took of your shirt and trousers, kicking your shoes across the room. When you turned around, Loki was closer than you had anticipated. 

He had the button up shirt in his hands, you reached for it, but he pulled it back. 

"Take your bra off too, it has to be believable," he said, giving you a lazy wink. Your cheeks turned even more scarlet, but you unhooked your bra nonetheless, convincing yourself that was the reason why you did it. To make it look believable. 

You tossed the piece of undergarment toward the couch, which Loki smirked at. After you put on the black button down shirt, you held up your hands, wondering if you looked as good as he does while wearing it. Probably not. No one looks as dazzling as he does. And he probably knows it. 

"Believable?" 

Loki pretended to think, scratching the slight stubble on his chin while approaching you - your stomach fluttered. He let his hands fall upon your head, loosening the band that held your ponytail together and tugged at it until it came undone, before ruffling his hands through it. He did the same to his hair. That perfect hair that was always so flawless, now looked a tousled mess. 

He then looked down at you again, and your heart sped up. One of his large hands cupped your cheek as he pulled you closer until you stood flat against him. Slowly he leaned in, lips hovering just above your pulse point until his lips met your flushed skin. 

Your hands gripped at his shoulders for some kind of balance as he sucked and marked your neck, hands sliding through your hair as he held you close. You moaned when his tongue soothed out the sting his teeth had made while his fingers hooked in the waistband of your knickers, pulling them down until they pooled at your feet. He could've done anything to you in that moment - you'd let him and he knew it. 

When he pulled away, he crouched down at your feet, gather your underwear in his hands and neatly placed it over one of the kitchen chairs before giving you his full attention. At this point you weren't trying to hide your larboured breathing. He brought his hand up to your neck and traced his mark with his thumb, giving you a satisfied smirk, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Your breath hitched. 

His eyes wandered off to your chest, before he reached out and undid one of the four buttons your buttoned up. 

"One less, for good measure," he said smugly, openly gazing down your chest. You didn't mind, if your father weren't to come in only minutes later you might've just opened the other three as well. "Now it looks believable." 

A key slotted into the keyhole before the frontdoor creaked open. Loki gave you one last wink before pushing your against the counter, caging you in with his long, lean arms, body pressing up against yours in an indecent manner, not that you cared. Quite the opposite, actually. 

"Hey, sweetheart, I've brought blueberri- what the f-" Tony cut himself off mid sentence as the scene unfolded in front of him. Loki grinned and detached himself from your body, before making his way towards your dad. 

"Oh, hello, Stark," he drawled. "What a coincidence it is to see you here." You were tempted to roll your eyes at his statement but stopped yourself just before you did so. Loki held up a mug to him. "Coffee?" Tony gulped and let his eyes wander to you, disbelief in his eyes that made you want to burst out laughing. 

"No, no thanks, Loki," he said, scratching his neck and looking everywhere but at you. 

"Good morning, dad," you chirped, taking a seat next to Loki, who poured you both a cup of coffee. Tony briefly nodded at you in return. 

"Darling, could you hand me the milk, please," Loki asked with a honeyed voice that made Tony clench his jaw. You gave him the milk, which he poured in your mug. "She likes her coffee with milk," he told Tony, who grunted a muffled reply. 

"Thank you," you said once Loki handed you the drink. "Dad, are you sure you want nothing?" Loki snickered and put a hand in front of his mouth to hide it. 

"Sit down, Stark," Loki offered. Tony shook his head, eyeing your panties dangling from the only chair that was left. You looked aside to hide the grin that was making its way to your face. 

Tony blushed and shook his head again, stammering out nonsense. 

"No, no, I'm not going to stay. I'm definetly interrupting... And I need to work," he proclaimed, clasping his hands together and turning around. 

"It's Saturday, dad," you reminded. Tony muttered something under his breath about a new invention that would wipe out his memory before heading for the door without saying another word exept: 

"Have a great day." 

"Thank you for the blueberries, future father in law!" Loki shouted before the door fell closed behind Tony. You smacked Loki's chest, not being able to hold in the laugh that rolled over your lips. 

Loki chuckled and looked at you with a satisfied expression. 

"Daddy's traumatized, I guess." 

"Yeah, well, at least he's not going to come in uninvited very soon," you said as you got up, but a pair of strong arms pulled you back into the chair and dragged you across his lap so you straddled him. 

"Good, then we have the whole appartment for ourselves and I can do what I came to do here in the first place." The corners of his mouth turned up into a genuine smile and you melted into his hands, breath coming out in small pants. 

"And that is?" you breathed out, heart thumping in your chest. His hands played around with the button down shirt, until the second button popped open. 

"Make you mine," he whispered, pulling you into him, his lips finding yours.