About: You are one of Tony's daughters. Morgan is your little sister and you think she is lovely. But your father ignores you. When he mentions Morgan as his only daughter, you feel hurt and run off to a nearby hotel to spend the night. What you don't know tough, is that Loki defends you, then pays you a visit at the hotel. And... things happen when he comforts you. 

Warning: slightly dominant reader at the end

You wer busy working in the lab alongside your father, the great Tony Stark. After all the danger you both went through with the other Avengers, things settled down and you were having a nice and mundane life, just like before.

Looking up at Tony, you cleared your throat.

"Dad, do you want to go out for dinner, tonight?" you asked, putting away your stuff and calling it a night. Tony sighed and pushed his glasses further up his nose before throwing a brief glance at you.

"Can't," he said. "I have to drive Morgan to her ballet class." You hummed and looked at your watch.

"Morgan's class it not until eight o'clock. It's only six. Why not grab a bite first?" You smiled at him. He shook his head, not bothering to look up as he was busy with something you didn't know of.

"I'm making Morgan a robot friend. I don't have time. Ask someone else to take you to dinner?" he mumbled, using his screwdriver for something.

"Dad, I-"

"You can have my credit card, if you like." You let out a sigh and crossed your arms over your chest. It had been like this for months on end. Your dad had occasionally brushed you off to spennd more time with Morgan and Pepper, which was unfair to you, because you were as much his daughter as Morgan was. Not that you blamed that little angel. You loved your little sister. She was lovely, but perhaps Tony could put more effort in spending time with you.

You were beginning to wonder if he even wanted to spend time with you. He gave you the impression that he found you annoying and it stung harder than you'd like to admit.

You stayed strong tough, even after Tony had taken Morgan to a baseball game, not even inviting you. Or after he made dinner for three; him, Morgan and Pepper - maybe her tought you would cooked yourself something - you were an adult after all, you tried to stay positive. But one afternoon, a couple of words slammed through those positive walls you had put off, leaving them crumbling.

It was Morgan's birthday and you had bought her a gift: her own makeup set because she liked spending time with you and do each other's makeup. The Avengers were all sitting on the couches in the living room - even the Asgardian brothers had showed up and given her gifts. Thor had given her a new stuffed bear - a hippo, while Loki gave her a very, real living snake, that stabbed Thor in the chest - no just kidding, he bought her a pink dress, one that Morgan put on instantly, giving the God of Mischief a genuine hug.

When all the presents were exchanged, Tony brought in a cake and slit a slice for Morgan, putting it on a plate and handing it to her. Smiling, he bend down to her level and put a hand on her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

"Happy birthday to my only daughter, Morgan!" he cheered. Your face grew pale and all laughter ebbed away from the room. Your vision blurred, and you realized that you were tearing up. It felt like someone ripped out your heart and left you to die, alone.

You turned around, and slowly and unnoticed made your way to your room, where you started packing a suitcase. You had endured enough. You had put up long enough with your dad. He had no right to neglect you like that. Damn, he would most likely not even notice you were gone until he needed you for something.

Rage swelled your gut, but was easily overshadowed by sadness.

You loved your father, but did he love you?

You stormed out of Stark Tower, determined to find a hotel or somewhere to spend the night.

When you left the living room, one person noticed. Brows furrowed in a frown, the corners of his mouth slumped, Loki took Stark by his sleeve and dragged him towards the kitchen.

Tony yanked his arms free, glaring at the God.

"What are you doing?" Tony asked, almost hissing at him.

"What are you doing?" Loki retorted. Tony rose one eyebrow.

"Excuse me?"

"What were you thinking? Morgan? Your only daughter?" Loki's frown deepend as he stirred no reaction from Stark. "Have you seen the look on Y/N's face when you said that?" Tony sighed, looking bored as ever.

"No, were is she?" he asked, lazily crossing his arms over his chest. "Look, I need to get back to my birthday girl. Make your point." Loki glared at the man in front of him.

"My point is that you should treat your children equally," Loki said calmly. "One easily feels neglected when a father behaves like that." That statement should not have made his heart squeeze together in pain, but it did. Hurt flashed across his face, but only briefly as Tony turned his back on him and left.

Loki huffed and left the Tower.

Just as you settled in the hotel, there was a knock at your door. You pouted, putting the remote control down. You were just about to watch some television to keep your mind from playing the scenario in your head, over and over again.

"Room service," a voice called. You knitted your eyebrows together. You hadn't summoned them, did you? You strolled to the door and opened it, sighing heavily.

"I don't need room service at the mome-," your eyes widened at the sight of a raven-haired God standing in front of you. He gave you a careful smile, which you hesitantly returned. "You pretty, tall lair. You are no room service," you said with a smile, stepping aside so he could enter the room.

"Can I sit somewhere?" There wasn't much furniture in the room. Only a bed, a carpet and a TV.

"Uhm, yeah, you can sit on the bed. I didn't have a lot of money with me so I could only offort this little room," you said once he sat down on the bed. Your breath got out a little faster than usual, but that was because your crush was sitting on the bed you would be sleeping in. Damn, that would make a girl's imagination run wild.

You shook your head and stood there - awkwardly in the middle of the room while Loki stared at you.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly, almost below a whisper so you had to listen carefullly to what he was saying. You shrugged.

"Yeah, I mean, sure," you babbled, scratching your elbow in a nervous gesture and doing an impressive job at not meeting his eyes.

"Come here." Although it was phrased as a command, it didn't sound like one. You swallowed the growing lump in your throat, itching closer to the bed until he reached out and grabbed your wrist, guiding you down onto the mattress next to him. "I see the way he treats you, Y/N."

You sighed and looked away.

"Believe me or not, I feel your pain," he spoke, tucking a tentative finger under your chin and making you look at him. Your eyes remained subbornly downcast.

"He's just happy that Morgan is still little. I can't blame him for spending time with her," you agued weakly.

"No, you can't. But you can blame him for neglecting you," he said, the finger slowly caressing your cheek. Your eyes suddenly glazed with tears and Loki pulled you in a hug. You swallowed a sob and wrapped your arms around him tightly.

"It's just so unfair," you muttered against his shoulder while he stroked your hair.

"I know. My father was the same. Always favouring Thor. It was tough, standing in the shadow of his greatness. He never invited me on a hunting trip. It was always Thor. Thor is amazing, Thor is great, Thor is brave. And what is Loki?" His grip on you tightened a little more. "He made it no secret he hates me. Even now, with the Avengers I feel like most of them still hate me for New York."

"I don't hate you, Loki. I love you." He froze in your arms and you did too, once it seeped through your brain what you had just revealed to him. You pulled away slightly, awkwardly clearing your throat. "I'm - I'm so sorry-"

He cut you off, pulling you closer until his lips brushed against yours.

"Don't be," he whispered, his breath tickling your senses. "Don't be sorry." He kissed you, slow and sensuous, hands sliding into your hair as you pressed yourself against his body. You melted in his hands when his tongue joined the party, exploring your mouth with great enthusiasm.

You yelped when he let himself fall backward on the mattress, lips still kissing yours, more passionate yet rough. His hands dropped to grab your hips, pulling you closer and a hand slid past the hem of your shirt, making you gasp.

Your stomach fluttered, along with your heart when he unhooked your bra, his hands rubbing up and down your back while never abandoning your lips. His lips were pure sin, dark desire lured you into his touch as he rolled on top of you, breaking the kiss and gazing down at you. He panted heavily, pupils dilated and he licked his lips as he he savoured the taste of you.

"I want you," he rasped. "I love you. And I need you now." Your heart squeezed, this time not in pain, but elation mixed with other feelings.

"Yes," you breathed out, bringing your hands to his shirt and tugging at the buttons until they came undone. You pushed the fabric over his shoulders and pulled him down, guiding your mouth to his collarbone and sucking at the skin.

He moaned and it made you feel powerful. Encouraged by the sounds he was making, you undid his belt, pushing his trousers past his hips along with his boxers.

Your hands found his rock hard shaft and you began stroking it. He groaned, hips buckling into your touch.

The familiar throbbing between your legs increased, now unable to ignore, you rubbed against him, your wetness rubbing against him.

With one last lick at your lower lip he pulled apart, panting hard and grabbing your hand to still your moves.

"Are you sure you want this, love? We don't have to do this now," he said, moaning when you pushed his hands aside and slid your hands up and down his manhood.

"I want to. Don't you?" He jerked forward into your touch, hissing trough his teeth when your curled your fingers around him.

"Yes, darling, yes," he breathed, thrusting into your hands. His hand distractedly cupped your cheek as he muttered nonsenses.

He cried out then and hot spurts squirted onto your belly. You moaned and reached up to kiss him again, lips entwined in a sensuous dance. You rolled on top of him, your hands roaming over his splendid chest as he came down from his high.

He looked up at you with glazed eyes as you started removing your short and tossed your bra aside. A silent gasp escaped his lips. Your hands went lower and they unbuttoned your jeans. You slid them over your hips, kicking them off and then slowly while straddling him pulled your soaked panties down. His breath seemed to hitched in his throat

"Can I remove these?" you asked him, referring to his trousers.

"Please do," he moaned, shrugging his shirt off. You eyed his fully erect member as you slowly took of his trouser, reveling in the moment as they slid off his lean legs.

You ran a hand over his defined thighs, sliding up higher, over his abs and chest. You bend down and captured his lips in a heated kiss, lingering there for awhile until the throbbing between your legs became unbearable.

"Loki," you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut. He let out a guttural groan, his fingers digging in your hips.

You suddenly lowered yourself onto him, the both of you moaning when he was filled to the brim. You took a moment to adjust to his size, sucking in harsh breath while your nails dug into his shoulders.

You rocked your hips forward, moaning at the sensation that whipped the burn between your legs.

Loki's hands met your collarbone, which he caressed like a piece of fine china, sliding down your body to your waist before he rolled on top of you. You whimpered when he started thrusting, slowly at first, but when your moans grew louder, so increased his pace.

Your hands tangled in his hair, back arching. Fire spread through your body, warming you up until you spasmed against him, legs curling around his hips. He moaned and his mouth found your neck, where he began nipping at the delicate skin.

His pace grew frantic, driving you crazy. Your release lurked around the corner and it blinded you when it hit you. You moaned, toes curling and back arching.

You grew limp in his arms as he guided you through it. It was somewhere in the afterglow of your own release you noticed that he had found his as well.

He leaned his full weight on you, feeling all of him and you buzzed with happinesses. He slowly stroked your cheek with his index finger, gazing at you as if you were the only star in the sky.

He smiled at you tiredly and whispered.

"I love you too. Never forget that, darling."

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