About: Loki has been stuck in Stark Tower for way to long. You decide to take him out for dinner and after some chatting, you start to take a liking to one another.

Basically, a date with Loki? Can you call it a date? It's a date.

You stepped in the kitchen and let your gaze go around the room, looking in the living room where a few of the Avenger were seated. Pietro chatted enthusiastically with Bucky about their last mission, while Tony was on his phone, probably hacking into someone's account since it wasn't his usual one.

You fumbled with your purse on the counter and opened a drawer to look for your keys - not there. Your frowned and opened the second one, ah, there they are. You clutched the keys and threw them in your handbag before looking up at the raven-haired God who laid slumped against the couch, staring into the distance as if he wasn't present.

You turned on your phone to see the time and looked back up at him.

"Do you want to come with me?" you asked from the kitchen. Loki snapped out of his daze and briefly let his eyes wander to you before looking away and sighing with boredom. He let himself fall back into the couch and inspected his nails. You smiled. "Loki?"

He froze for a moment, but eventually met your eyes.

"Me?" he asked, suddenly in a timid, almost careful voice. You nodded.

"Yes, you. Do you want to go out for dinner?" Stark's head snapped up and he glared at you over the phone. Loki nodded and smoothed out his black trousers when you made your way to the living room, purse swung over your shoulder as you approached the rest of the team.

"Y/N, this isn't what we agreed on with the team," Tony said, slowly getting up and placing the phone down on the couch. "He's on house arrest because of what he did to New York." You rolled your eyes with a playful smile.

"I'm with him. I'm not letting him go alone," you argued with a honeyed voice. You gave Tony one of your sweetest smiles and winked at Loki, whose eyes glinstened with excitement of the mentioning of leaving the Tower.

Stark seemed to think it over a few times before he decided: "You're taking security guards with you." You rose an eyebrow.

"No," you said, with a voice that with a voice that tolerated no contradiction. The corners of Loki's mouth curved up into an almost smile. You could tell he was trying not to do anything to provoke Stark so he could go out.

"But what if he does-"

"He won't. Loki, put on some shoes, sweetie," you spoke. Loki launched out of the couch and disappeared into the hallway. You grinned wickedly and turned around. "See you later, Tony." You nodded to Pietro and Bucky, who gave you worried glances, but decided it was better to stay out of the conversation.

You met Loki in the hallway, completed with shoes and a jacket, ready to go. He smiled at you, eyes flickering with contentment. He'd been inside for to long, you thought.

"My Lady, I don't think I can thank you enough. I-" You held your hand up and looked him straight in the eye when you stepped into the elevator. He zipped his mouth shut and swallowed audibly, which you silenty laughed at.

"No, tricks," you said strictly, holding up a finger. He nodded feverishly and shifted awkwardly from one foot to another as you held up a second finger. "And please, call me Y/N." You gave him your warmest smile and he relaxed visibly, exhaling in relief.

"Thank you for taking me out, Y/N."

"No problem, sweetie, now, let's get you something to eat that is not green," you said to him. He smiled, remembering how he used to complain to Stark about how he hated salad.

After you walked for twenty minutes, showing him around the city a little and being an excellent guide, you walked into a simple restaurant.

Loki looked everywhere but the menu as he took in his surroundings. You nudged him towards an empty table in the back, somewhere in a corner where you both sat down. He smiled at you.

"This place in lovely," he commented, playing with the salt, nervously shoving it from one hand to the other.

"I used to come here all the time, with my mother," you said, remembering the old days. It was when you became an Avenger you stopped going together, usually because you had to work the nightshift.

A waitress came down to your table and cleared her throat. She presented herself with an angelic smile as she clutched her pen in her hands, ready to scribble down your order.

"What can I get for you?" she asked. You smiled and looked at Loki. He snatched the menu from the table and scanned the dishes like a lunatic. You turned towards the waitress that eyed with suspicion.

"A burger and fries for me," you spoke. Loki's attention snapped to you and he nodded to the waitress.

"The same for me," he stated. "Please," he added as if he suddenly remembered to be polite. You smiled at him.

"Do you want ketchup or mayonnaise?" the waitress asked him. He looked at you, panic obvious reflecting in his eyes. You reached for his hand and took it in yours, giving it a light squeeze. The waitress snorted.

"Are you a sweet tooth?" you asked softly. He nodded. "Two kethups please, or no, make that three. I think he'll like it." He gave you a thankful smile.

"And drinks?"

"The same as her," Loki quickly said before the waitress could poke fun at him. Maybe she had hoped he'd panic some more. She looked at you with a hint of disappointment in her eye.

"An iced tea, please," you said with a smile, that might've been a fake one. She disappeared into the kitchen with your order.

Loki ran a nervous hand through his hair and closed his eyes, relaxing in his seat.

"Are you alright?" you asked, still holding his hand, brushing your thumb over his knuckles.

"Yeah... yeah, I just gt nervous when they want to take my order when I haven't decided yet," he mumbled, chuckling afterwards. You shook your head, smiling.

"That, okay, Loki. I get that too. When I'm out for groceries and I'm putting away my cash and the cashier already began to help the next customer, I panic too." He chuckled and shrugged.

"I can't help it. I - sometimes - get anxious over stupid stuff," he confessed, rolling his eyes at himself.

"I have that too, no worries."

When your food arrived, you let go off Loki's hand, only now realizing you still held his and blushing a crimson red.

"There you are, have a nice meal," the waitress monotonly said before leaving you and an exciting God alone.

"It's not green," Loki laughed. "Can I eat?"

"Sure," you said as you already stuffed your mouth with fries. Loki seemed to inspect the burger, lifting the bread, the meat - to see what was underneath all that. "It's good, I promise." He hestitantly took a bite of his burger and his eyes went wide. He took a couple more bites, devouring half of the burger.

"What are these yellow sticks?" he asked as he now inspected the ketchup and smelled it.

"The fries and that's ketchup," you said. "Try it." He took a bite and to say the least, his plate was empty quite fast.

Once you finished, Loki's plate was already empty and he looked at you with a toothy grin plastered on his perfect face. He pointed at your leftover fries.

"Are you going to eat them?" he asked, eyes twinkling. You smiled.

No." He gave you an expecting gaze. "Do you want them?"

"Yes," he whispered as you handed them to him. You giggled once he ate them all.

"So, you want to go back to the Tower?" you asked as you looked up at him. He curled his nose and shook his head.

"Can we sit there for awhile?" He pointed to a bench that looked over the river, the moon reflecting in the water.

"Sure." You went to sit next to him. It was quiet between the two of you until you shivered when a cold breeze grazed your body. He turned his head towards you and the corners of his mouth curved up.

"Are you cold?" he asked. You nodded, embracing yourself to get warmer.

"A little," you laughed. He started to shrugg off his jacked and your eyes widened. "Oh, no, that's not neccesary-" He already placed the jacket around your shoulder and you welcomed the warmth it provided, all the protest leaving you. "But you're going to get cold."

He shook his head, smirking a little.

"I won't," he said, perhaps a little bitter, but maybe you misheard. You snuggled against his side and were bold enough to let your head rest on his shoulder and wrapping an arm around him.

"Now you won't get cold for sure," you whispered as you placed a kiss on his cheek. You silently cheered because you were tall enough to do so. He smiled down at you, the slightest blush adorning his cheeks.

"Trust me, darling, I won't get cold." He lowered his head and kissed the top of yours.

Was he smelling your hair?

He pulled away slightly, his fingers curling around your chin and genlty forcing you to look up at him. Your stomach fluttered as his eyes met yours, the bright moon reflecting in those pools of black.

He opened his mouth to tell you something, but decided against it, closing his eyes and before you could register what had happened, he had kissed you.

Your heart hammered in your chest and your lips tingled. He licked his lips and it drove you crazy.

"I- I'm sorry. I shouldn't-" You shoved his apologies aside, wanting to taste him again after bearely been able to do so. You pulled him into you again, lips crashing against his. He lost himself too, clearly not that sorry like he was saying he was when he pushed some strands of hair out of your face, lips moving against yours in sync.

You pulled away for breath, gasping at the sight of him. He was beautiful. He held his eyes closed for a moment, before finally opening them and meeting your glazed gaze. He smiled shyly.

"I loved that," he whispered, glancing down at your lips that had been lifted into a smile because of him.