Loki had spent the whole afternoon trying to get information about you. He had visited your boss, inquired he could look at you papers, but didn't really got any wiser. His guts twisted when your boss had told him you unfortunately had no parents - on Asgard nor on Earth. No relatives he could tell you about. He then had asked about your interesed, at which your boss only shrugged. 

He hadn't gotten any wiser and now sat opposite you on the dining table in his chambers. He fidgeted with his fingers, tapping them on the wooden surface. You smiled at him as you took a bite from your delicious food. 

"This is really good," you told him. "The best thing I've ever had... Not that I remember having anything else," you joked. He laughed nervously, scratching his chin. He looked down at his untouched plate. He simply couldn't eat. "Speaking of that... what can you tell me about myself?" 

He chocked on the food he didn't have. 

"Well, we don't know each other that well. To be honest," he tried. You nodded. 

"Yeah, we weren't together for that long, but I've must've told you about myself at least a little, right? Like, do I have parents? A house?" A dagger pierced through his heart. And you mirrored his worried expression. "A... a job?" He silently shook his head. 

"Look, I don't know how to say this, but-" He bit his lip. 

"It's okay. I can handle it. My old self could handle it, so I can too," you assured him, shoving patatoes inside your mouth. He nodded, a faint smile adorned his lips. 

"Your parents are not with us anymore, I'm sorry. As for a house... you kinda... lived with me." your boss had told him you slept in the basements of the palace and that took a toll on him. If he'd knew how much you had been struggling, he would not have been so mean to you. 

You let that sink in, however, you didn't feel any sadness. 

"Well... I can not mourn over someone I don't know anymore. That probably makes it easier." You smiled a little. "And what do I like to do? In our free time?" Loki sighed, glad that you moved on to another question that was less heavy. He fabricated something on the spot. 

"Well, you like to see some on the architecture around here, as well as painting the landscapes. You enjoy it when I read poetry to you and... and we kiss?" A smile crept up your lips as a pink shade slowly dusted his cheeks. He scolded himself for saying that. 

Your heart raced and you could hear your blood pumping in your ears, cheeks turning maroon. Your lips started tingling and you suddenly craved him. Those lips, on yours. You leaned backwards in your chair, pushing your chest towards him. 

"And how did I kiss you?" you whispered, biting your lower lip. He didn't answer, just squirmed in his seat and looked down at his hands. What was he supposed to say to that? You got up from your chair, which made him look up at you. Sensually you allowed yourself to sit on his lap and you briefly wondered if he was always this shy. You liked it. 

You leaned in, feeling his minty breath on your face before you pecked him on the lips. 

"Was it like this?" you taunted. You let your hands slide alongside his neck into his midnight hair. "Or like this?" Your lips met again and you kissed him slowly. His breath hitched and his arms fell limp at his side. You pulled his hair and a slight moan escaped his thin lips. You smirked placed kisses on the corner of his mouth, drawing a path down his neck, sucking and biting until you felt his hands on your hips. 

He was breathing heavily as you leaned back enough so he could see into your hooded eyes. Your hands travelled up his chest, tracing the upper button of his white button up shirt, you undid it - his chest heaved like crazy. He called your name, a hazy, dreamy protest, like he was making himself say it. You instantly stilled. 

"Y/N, I don't think that is what you want," he said, biting his lip and tasting some of you on them. His heart fluttered and he strictly told it to stop. Yours fell. 

"Is it because I don't remember anything?" you whispered. "Because I really want you now." A glum shadow crossed his face and he brought a hand up to your cheeks to caress it, his thumb traced the outlines of your lips and he gasped when you caught it between your teeth and sucked on it. "Please?" He groaned, torn between arousal and guilt. He already caused enough damage, didn't he, so why not give into your pleas? 

"Are you a hundred percent sure you want it?" He hesitated. You nodded. "I don't now if you've already done it-" 

"So?" you reasoned. "Lets find out together." You leaned in towards him and placed a tender kiss on his temple. "Make love to me, Loki."

Once again you brought your hands up to his chest and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned chest, which you ran your hand over. You could feel him harden against your thigh, yet you continued innoncently. Placing  tender kisses on his chest and collarbone, you pushed his shirt off his shoulders. He groaned - the sound came from deep within his throat and sent a shiver down your spine. 

"Get on the bed, darling," he said, voice hoarse. You smiled at him and briefly kissed his featherly lips before meandering over to the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress and looking at him from underneath your lashes. Your tongue licked your lower lip that felt suddenly very dry. He rose from the wooden chair and approached you and you suddenly realised exactly how tall he was. His form was exquisite. He rolled his shoulders back, shrugging the shirt off and leaving his chest completely bare. 

Your eyes sucked him in. It was a view you forever wanted to cherish. He kneeled in front of you and this was the one time you looked down at him. His hands darted out to the straps of your dress, tugging his fingers underneath them and slowly dragging them down. Your breasts popped free as the dress pooled around your hips. You sucked in a breath as he leaned in closer, his sinful mouth inches away from your pink rosy nipples. 

"We can stop at any time, okay?" he said assuringly. You breathlessly nodded as his mouth wrapped around one of the pink buds, giving them the attention they craved. He made sure the other one received the same treatement before he withdrew and placed one of his large hands on your chest, effectively pushing you back against the mattress. His delicate hands worked to get rid of the dress that was still around your hips before your felt his cold breath against your inner thighs. "I wanted to taste you form the moment we've met." You moaned as his tongue dragged up your slit, putting pressure against the sensitive bud that screamed for attention. 

As your hands fisted into the silk sheets, you grinded your hips towards him. He pinned you down, his tongue working magic inside you. Your breathing picked up as his hands firmly dug into the peachy flesh of your hips. You threw your head to the side, releasing a breathy moan. A knot in your stomach tightened deliciously, dancing with you on an edge that you desperately wanted to jump of. He teased you, treading along that very edge and then snatching you away from it. His one hand slid over your leg, carefully picking it up and placing it on his shoulder so he could be even closer. He did the same to the other one all the while thrusting his tongue inside you with slow, sensual strokes that drove you mad. You called his name then as you hands tangled up in his messy midnight locks. 

Finally, the tight rope in your lower abdomen snapped. You tugged at his hair, not caring if you had hurt him as your whole body stiffened with pleasure, then relaxed. A boozy warmth settled in your bones and you melted against the mattress. 

Loki carefully placed your legs down and crawled on top of you, hooking an arm around your waist and hauling you along with him. Your head was placed on the soft and featherly pillows. With hazy eyes you watched him fumble with his fly and how the leather fabric slit down his thighs without effort. You admired him. There wasn't a single thing you didn't like about him. He leaned in, his lips inches away from yours. Your voice made him stop in his tracks. 

"I might not remember you, but I can see why I love you," you whispered before giving him a small smile. His face filled with a glumness that you couldn't figure out why. As he rand a hand through your hair, he answered: 

"Lets forget about that for now." Then he kissed you, soft and lovingly - and it made you feel like the luckiest woman alive. Your arms slid around his neck to pull him closer. You closed your eyes as he grinded his hips into you thigh, his hand traveling down your body to dip into you, testing if you were ready. You were. "You sure you want this?" he asked with a strained voice. You nodded. 

"Yes." Your vocal permission had him groaning as he pushed the head of his cock inside you. Your breath hitched as he kept pushing in and your arms slid down his to grab ahold of his biceps. The onbuiling tension between your legs was going to tear your apart. Loki cursed. 

He still hadn't bottomed out yet. You threw your head back, as you felt your own blood or arousal drip out of you. He smiled knowingly, placing a tender kiss on your lips and whispered sweet, incoherent things to you until he was buried to the hilt. You both realeased satisfying moans, catching your breath. 

He took your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles, then pinned it against the mattress, his own fingers entangled with yours. 

You opened your eyes to look at him, taking in his features, how his forehead crinckled, his long dark curls that fell loosly over his shoulders, his everything. This man was perfect. Inside and outside. 

"Are you still okay?" he asked you. As you nodded, he slowly withdrew, before slipping back in. And so it continued, at first it was slow, loving, tender, until you started grinding your hips against his for more. His heated thrusts had you moaning and his roaming hands left no inch of your body untouched. In return, you offered the same. Your hands ran over his splendid chest, only to tangle in his hair and pulling him closer. 

You arched your back against him, silently telling him you were close and sensually ran your foot against one of his calfs to encourage him. 

"Don't stop, it feels so good," you keened. His hand tightened around yours while his other went to your ass, guiding his thrusts with yours. He peppered your neck with kisses and bites, itching you closer and closer to the edge and finally pushing you over it. Your toes curled and you wrapped your legs around him to savour the moment. Reveling in the aftermath of it all, his thrusts grew sloppy before he came to, groaning with it and burrying his face in the crook of your neck. 

Not caring about the consequences, he spilled inside you. 

Both of your breaths mingled with oneanother and you smiled at him, hand reaching out to caress his face before you placed the most tender kiss on his lips. He returned the smile, held your hand in his and kissed you back.