About: You're the daughter of a corrupt drug dealer. The Avengers are on to your dad, but one team member in particular runs into you and things spiral out of control. 

I will write a part two on this one :) 

As the daughter of the most corrupt man in the city of New York, your life was rather lonely. Your dad was throwing a patry tonight, at your home. Perhaps not the wisest decision, since all his corrupt friends would be there. 

It was not a secret to you that your dad was doing wrong things in order to give you a fulfilling life, but the downside of it was that the police was looking for him - and so were the Avengers. However, you didn't know exactly what his job was - something that would get you into trouble later... 

Your mother forced you to go downstairs, the music thumping in your ears as you reached the large living room. Neon light danced across the room, the strangers were only a shadow as you mindlessly padded over to the small bar, pouring yourself a drink. 

In the reflextion of the glass, you eyed your reflextion. You were beautiful tonight - always actually - but especially tonight, in your black backless dress. As if in a rush, you took a heavy sip, swallowed the burning liquid and turned around, smacking into someone's chest. 

Your heart thumped in your chest as you stumbled on your high heels, but a pair of strong arms caught you effortlessly. 

"I'm terribly sorry, dear," a silky voice purred above you. Your eyes shot up and you were met by a pair of mesmerizing eyes. You took a moment of your time to fully take in his sharp features, damn that jawline. 

The handsome man steadied you on your feet, his eyes not leaving yours as a smile crept up his lips. It made your skin itch. 

"No, it's nothing. Thank you," you said quickly, licking your lips as a brush dusted your cheeks. You looked down at the floor, searching for something to say to him. You knew you wanted to talk to him, but you didn't know what to talk about. 

A hand popped into your vision and you looked back up at the stranger, his eyes sparkling with mischief. 

"Loki," he introduced himself. "Loki Laufeyson." Your eyes went wide. You immediately recognized him now and alarmbells went off inside your head. He recently joined the Avengers, a team your dad wasn't overly fond of. 

"Uhm, I -" You swallowed and looked around the room. As much as you hated your dad being a bad guy, you needed to warn him that the Avengers were possibly close. Making a 180 degree turn you tiptoed through the crowd, but a firm hand locked around your wrist. 

"I haven't caught you name," he said charmingly. 

Your stomach churned, this was a bad idea, yet you name rolled off your tongue as if he'd put a spell on you. 

"I'd hate to see you go. I would love to chat with you for awhile." You bit your lip. Something about the way he said it, made you warm inside, melt - no, not melt. He was a potential enemy  to your father. Perhaps if you heard him out, you would now more about his reasons for being here. 

"We could go to the private library if you like that," you suggested, eyeing around the room for yoru parents - they were no where in sight, and that worried you. 

You shoved the feelings away, thinking about besting the God of Mischief as you lead him through the corridors of your home until you reached the old, dusty library. 

Plopping down onto one of the sofa's, Loki sat opposite you, streching his legs over the carpet. You tilted your head to the side. 

"You wanted to chat, so chat with me," you said, the usual firmness in your voice had finally found its way back. You raised an eyebrow at him. An amused smirk plastered on his face, something that reminded you of a cat, ready to pounce on a mouse. 

"Y/N L/N," he drawled slowly. "The daughter of the legendary drug trafficker." You frowned. 

"I don't now what my father does for a living, so if you want to do business, you have to go to him, not me." He gauged your expression, as if evaluation you. 

"I'm not interested in you father," he said, determined, legs spreading wider as he leaned back into the sofa. He lazily took a piece of art of the coffee table and threw it up in the air, catching it while looking you in the eye. 

"Then what are you interested in?" you wanted to know. You crossed your hands across your chest, trying to read him, but failing. That man's thought were behind an iron wall. 

"You," he said lowly. "We could accomplish so much together. Your status in this city and my Godly powers. They would fall on their knees." He licked his lips. 

"I don't know what that means-" 

"It is irrelevant anyway. What mostly gets my attention is that dress of yours. You look ravishing in it, darling." Your heart leapt almost out of your throat, but you wouldn't let his words affect you like that. He was still a potential hazard, working for the Avengers. You don't swoon over a guy like that... Did you? 

You smirked. 

"I know." A grin tugged at his lips. "Do you know what I'm interested in, Loki?" you taunted, dropping your voice to a deep murmur. His breath hitched and he sat up straight in his sofa, hands clamping down on the armrest. 

"Tell me," he demanded. You looked up grinning like an angel. 

"You claim to be interested in me, my status whatever, yet you publicly announced you have joined the Avengers. So tell me, what is a God like you doing here. You know this is not a safe place." You tutted. "Your reputation might be on the line if they see you in this part of the city." 

He chuckled. 

"You're amusing," he said, delighted. "Simply dazzling, darling." He then stood up and he offered his hand for you to take, which you gratefully took. 

A cage of hummingbirds was released in your chest as he shoved you against the nearest bookshelf, his hands on your hips, pinning you flat against the dark wood. Your eyes fell closed as his breath tickled your skin. He smelled like mint and you were reveling in it. 

Your whole body anticipated his touch, and when his lips claimed yours, you lit on fire. You moaned into his mouth, arched into him as his one hand firmly grapsed you jaw. Your bodies entwined as you kissed him fierce, sucking his bottom lip until he groaned. 

His graceful hand slithered up your leg, under your dress and over your thighs, until the fabric of your panties stopped him from going any further. He played with the elastic and pulled them down. 

You leaned back, hands grabbing at your panties. His body stood still pinned against yours, but he halted all his movements. 

"What's wrong-?"

"We could take this to my room, if you like that?" you said, voice suddenly fragile, as if scared he would reject the offer. He grinned much to your relief. 

With a hand snaking around your waist, you hurried to your room, where he removed your black dress in a hurry, jammering in between your legs, making you feel pleasure you never now existed until now. It went on for ever and ever, until the both of you collapsed in a satisfied heap next to each other, falling into a slumber. The slight ache between your legs was the only evidence of what had happened between you that night. 

You woke up because of a turmoil downstairs. Keening softly, you turned around in the bed and snuggled against the tall figure that lay next to you. You smiled at the memory and you ran your hands over his back, over the curve of his ass. 

"Good morning," you whispered, stroking a few strands of hair out of his face. Sad emerald eyes met yours and Loki sat up straight. 

The noise downstairs grew louder. 

Loki pulled the covers back, exposing the both of you. You smirked, running a hand up his arms, making his skin break out in goosebumps. 

It had all been ruined in one moment. 

With a flick of his wrist he got himself dressed, and he did the same to you. You frowned, but eased into it as he straddled your hips. You bucked against him, moaning as he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. 

Something clicked your wrists in place and it took you too long to realize Loki had handcuffed you, keeping your hands where they were as he reached for a phone in his pockets. 

"What's this?" you snapped, squirming beneath him to try and get free, to no avail. He dialed a number as shots could be heard from downstairs, people screamed in panic, while rage and betrayal surged through you. 

"The suspect is under arrest now."