At exactly 10 p.m. he came back. The doors opened to reveal him walking in with a huge grin on his face. His eyes landed on you. You still sat on the couch, reading some book you had found on a shelf.

'Still awake?' he asked with a glint in his eyes. You shrugged, putting the book down.

'Well, I am going to sleep. I am very tired,' he spoke, the glint never leaving his eyes. You nodded and lay down onto the couch. 'What are you doing?' he asked.

'Going to sleep...' you said softly, closing your eyes in response. He laughed slightly before picking you up and carrying you towards the bed. He laid you down. 'No, I can sleep perfectly on that couch,' you protested. He smirked.

'And what kind of gentleman would let a woman sleep on his couch? No, lady Y/N, you can sleep in this bed.' You frowned a little.

'Where are you going to sleep then?' you whispered, almost afraid of the answer he was going to give you. The smirk on his face only widened.

'If you do not mind, I will be laying here as well, I am king after all. I earn a comfortable bed.' He snapped his fingers and the next moment you were laying in some very revealing red pyjamas. You cleared your throat awkwardly and looked away from him as he began undressing himself. He walked around the bed where he came back into your view. You blushed at the sight of his bare chest. Once again you turned away from him when he crawled into the bed, placing the covers over the both of you. You felt the silk gently touch your bare shoulders, wait no, it wasn't the silk. It were his fingers... He pulled you close to his chest and lay his head in the crook of your neck. His warm breath vibrating against your skin sent shivers down your spine. 'Good night,' his low silky voice whispered in your ear. You were definitely not going to get a lot of sleep.

The next morning you woke up. The sun shone bright through the window. The warmth felt good an your skin, but then you felt some strong pair of arms wrapped around you. You frowned and looked up in someone's eyes. You were laying on top of him... As fast as you could you got up, only for him pulling you back down. You gasped when your body was laying on his chest.

'I am sure my father would not approve this,' you mumbled. He giggled.

'Good morning you too.' He smiled, a genuine one. 'Oh, and I am sure I do not need your father's permission.' He winked. His hand trailed off to your back, you flinched under his touch, causing him to chuckle.

'Okay, that's enough, Chuckles,' you joked, trying to get free, unsuccessful. He tried to look upset, but you saw he was enjoying this.

'It's King Chuckles for you,' he joked back. That one made you laugh at loud. Then it was silent, and you remained still. Slowly, a smile crept up his face.

'What?' you asked. He shrugged. You finally started to relax on his chest, his thumb rubbing circles on you back.

'You're cute,' he said. That made you blush. You cleared your throat and tensed. He smiled at your reaction. 'That was a compliment.' You looked up to meet his eyes and instantly regretted it. You melted, butterflies flying around deep in your stomach.

'Well, King, euh, thank you...' Did you just called him king? You hoped he wouldn't notice, but that was unfortunate. He had indeed caught that.

'And I take that as a compliment.' You rested your head against his chest again, not wanting to look in his beautiful eyes anymore, it was so distracting... 'Are you hungry?' You shrugged.

'Yes,' you admitted. You hoped the food would be better than it did yesterday.

'Yes,' he replied. You frowned. What? 'Yes, the food will be better.' Oh. He had read your mind again... Did he read it when you were looking into his eyes? The smirk on your face told you a big yes, which caused you to blush. He let go of you and you kinda flew to the bathroom to change into a dress that was hanging there. You were relieved to see that there was underwear, so you didn't have to beg for it.

When you reached his room, Loki was fully dressed in his leather attire.

'Cole with me,' he said, offering you his hand. You took it and he led you to a large room with a wooden table. There was enough food on that table to feed New York, Queens, Washington and Chicago... for a whole month.

'Take what you desire,' he spoke when he pulled out a chair for you to sit on. He sat across from you. You took some eggs and a few strawberries. There was anything you could think of.

Once your stomach could take no more, you stopped eating. He was consuming more than a human could. Did Gods usually ate this amount of food? It was actually adorable to see him devour everything within his reach. Wait? Adorable? Stop thinking that! He is going to read your mind and then you are going to be embarrassed again! Ugh... You hated him. Okay, you didn't, but you really didn't want to admit that to yourself.

Eventually, he finished. And practically everything was gone on that table. You stared at him with your mouth slightly open. He laughed. And again, a genuine one. When you both stood up, he walked you to a balcony, where he told you a few things about Asgard and slowly, that feeling in your stomach was being annoyingly filled with glee. You weren't really listening, you were watching his lips move graciously with every word he said. He had read your mind, but did not plan to confront you, yet. He was explaining everything and you found yourself slowly falling for him. Really? Yes. Yes, you did.

It was when your hands touched that you completely lost your mind. You didn't longer paid attention to him and stared right ahead of you. He noticed and laid a hand on your shoulder.

'Problems concentrating?' he teased. You shrugged and looked at your feet. He stood behind you now and his hands wrapped around your waist. He let his head rest on top of yours. 'Me too.' You were surprised.

'What do you mean?' you demanded. He stiffed a laugh.

'What if I showed you?' You frowned, almost certain what he was going to do.

'I don't know...' You felt him taking his head off of yours when he brought his lips to your ear.

'Why not?' You thought for a moment. Your father and mother would not approve and if you thought straight, neither did you, but it did felt good...

'I- I...' you stuttered.

'Exactly.' His lips trailed of to your neck, were he kissed you gently causing you to moan softly. His smiled against your neck and then began sucking.