Your father was Tony Stark. You were sitting in your room, writing, when you heard the sound of shattering glass. You jumped ten feet off the ground and started pacing around your room. Although your father had told you stricktly to stay in your room, your curiousity got the best of you. Slowly, you stepped to the door and opened it. You were planning on going to the living room of the Stark Tower but the muted TV caught your attention. New York was being attacked and even though you knew this was going to happen, it still shocked you. This was insane! All sorts of very alien-looking monsters were destroying your neighbourhood. All of a sudden reality hit you hard, in the face, as a rain of glass slammed you on the floor.

'Hello,' a silky voice rang. You looked up, only to find a very, handsome man looking down at you. He had raven black hair and a sharp jawline.

'Who,' you paused, his eyes made your words fade. He only smirked. He had something in his hand, making him look like an sciencefiction version of Gandalf. His wand? Wizard? Harry Potter? 'Are you some of dad his...' You chose your next words carefully, 'friends?' Okay, maybe not so carefully, they flooded out of your mouth before you could stop them. He laughed, a beautiful laugh that made your stomach churn.
'No. I am not. How is it possible that you do not know me, mortal?' You scoffed.
'Mortal,' you murmered under your breath, questionning yourself.

'I am Loki, off Asgard,' he spoke in a menacing tone.

'Oh, brother off Thor? As in son off Odin?' You tried to hide your smile that was making his way up your face.

'No, mortal, Loki as is "I am going to take over Midgard. Or Earth, whatever you like to call this planet.' You rolled your eyes and finally got up and brushed off the last pieces of glass. He turned around. You looked at the room you were standing in and at the man, who claimed to be Loki. You had to stop him. Carefully, you took a few steps is his direction, but then you realised you had no weapon but your hands, so eventually you walked towards the bar and poured yourself a drink. He turned around and looked at you suspiciously. 'What are you planning on doing, mortal?' He spat. You didn't liked his attitude towards him and was willing to show him that.

'Okay, first of all, you have to stop calling me "mortal". It is really getting on my nerves. My name is Y/N. And second, I am pouring myself a drink. Do you want one?' You offered. He looked like you just slapped him across the face and progressed what you had just said.
'No. I do not wish to have one.' He looked you up and down and started to grin like an idiot who was currently taking over New York. You took a sip of your drink and just stared at him for a couple of minutes before heading to grab a knife, he however, had already read your mind and started approaching you.

'Y/N?' He seethed. He clenched his teeth. 'I wanted to spare you but you made me think otherwise.' He takes his magic wand and pointed at you. You frowned, before you started to scream and stepped closer to him before slapping away his wand.

'You have to listen to me now, you filthy little Gandalf,' you pointed a finger at him and poked at his chest, multiple times, until it began to irritate him and he grabbed your wrists... with one hand... Okay, you were screwed... You tried to swallow the lump that was stared to form in your throat, which he only smirked at.

'What is a Gandalf?' He asked then, confused. You really wanted to laugh so hard, so you did. Until he slapped you right across the face. 'Do not laugh at your king!' You put your hand gently on the spot where he had just slapped you.
He was about to do the exact same thing over again before a voice interrupted his actions.

'This is going to be the first and the last time you will ever hurt my child again,' your dad spoke. His Iron Man suit was taken of him and he walked to a bar where he also poured himself a drink. 'I am only here to threaten you. Do you want a drink?'

'Dad, I just asked him the same question and he wouldn't accept a drink, you see, he's to busy taking over the world,' you said to Tony. He laughed at your comment.

'The world? He's only made it to New York. He can't take over the world. Are you sure? No drink?' Tony said calm like he was talking about how many croissants he wanted from the bakery. Loki turned around once again, the magic Gandalf stick in his hands.

'They are coming. Nothing will change that. Whay have I to fear?' Loki said, his voice low. Tony shrugged.

'The Avengers?' Tony said and put some whisky in a glass. Loki frowned. Has he never heard of them before?

'That's what we call ourselves... it's like a team of heroes, I think.'

'Yes,' Loki said, a small smile playing on his lips. 'I've met them.'

'Yeah.' Tony keeps on talking to the man while you slowly started to walk towards my dad. You noticed that he was wearing his bracelets to summon his Iron Man suit. You tried your best to hide your smile.

Then Tony started walking towards Loki and suddenly Loki makes one of his threats and placing the stick against your dad his chest. You expected him to explode or something but nothing happened. You laughed, Like was shocked and Tony lookew bored. He tried again. Nothing.

'This usually works,' Loki claimed. You laughed once again, which he returned wth a glare. Tony started speaking but Loki grabbed him by his throat and threw him somewhat to the orher side of the room. Loki grabbed him again and snapped. 'You will all fall before me.' Your father called out to Jarvis and told you to get back to you room. You didn't move, at all, as your father was thrown out of the widow, the glass shattering as he hit it and fell down. You shrieked, which made Loki turn to you and grin. Luckily Jarvis came flying in the room and caught your falling dad. You were relieved but that feeling quickly faded when Loki turned to you again.

'So, we are alone again...' He paused. Probably to let his words scare you but you weren't. Your father was safe now and that made you somewhat braver than you should be at the moment. 'Tell me what a Gandalf is,' he ordered. You laughed at his comment but his smile faded. You dropped yours as well as you grabbed the knife that lie on the kitchen counter. Natasha had taught you how to protect yourself so those skills you would be using. You threw it at him and it would've hit him in his chest if he didn't made it turn into dust... Yup, you were screwed. He approached you and grabbed your chin rather harsh. You flinched and spit into his face. But that didn't made his grip around you looser. It only got worse.

'I will remember that.' His voice was soft but his eyes were... You weren't sure about his eyes. You've got lost into them and he knew... His smirked never fade as he let you go. You stood there, stunned. He leaned in, you stopped breathing for a few seconds and your hard skipped a beat. 'I see how you are that Stark kid. Just so annoying as your father...' Pfew, you thought for a moment, only a brief moment that he was about to... he interrupted your thoughts. 'I wonder...' he never finished his sentence. His lips crashed onto yours and started moving. Your eyes widened and you tried to push him away. That only caused him to push you against the bar and started to continue with his movements. You didn't want this. But it did felt good. His hands slid down your back. He wasn't rough though. He was actually being really gently with you. You gasped when he pressed himself harder against you. He slipped his tongue in your mouth. You grabbed a hold to his shoulders. Eventually, he pulled back and took in your confused body. You were blushing. He leaned in again and you turned your face. You could hear the smirk in his voice. 'Well, Y/N Stark, I must say you look better than your father. Thank you for the good luck kiss.' He winked at you when you looked at him, glaring. Okay, he was handsome, extremely handsome... you have to admit that. Okay... your mind started to spin and your vision started to blur. You grabbed the bar for support only to hear him laugh. 'Is princess Stark not well? Shall I take you to bed?' Your vision started to be great again. Great... You blushed and just walked away. 'Oh, come on. I was just having fun. Can't we mess around while daddy is gone to fight my army?'

' No, Gandalf, we can't,' you replied cool, not turning around. He rolled his eyes in irritation of still not knowing what you meant with Gandalf. Ov, if he only knew...

'Who said you could leave?' Now you did turn around.

'You have no right to tell me what to do,' you said.

'I am your king and you shall listen to me.' You shrugged and turned around. Not really wanted to deal with him any more. 'Let me tell you this, Y/N, I hate your father. And I am going to take something that is precious to him.' You raised an eyebrow.

'Yeah, sure, good luck with that.' You said, not realizing he meant you, yet.

'Now, if you will excuse me, I have a planet to take over.' You turned around and left the room. You felt really uncomfortable around him. And still, your stomach made that weird feeling warm up your whole body. You had kissed a God. Well, he kissed you. A God. And not just a God. The God off Mischief.