"I want to kill", I say.

Loki raises his eyebrows at me from the sofa across the living room. "What?"

I stare disgruntled at the carpet in the middle of the Avengers Tower. "I am angry today, and I don't know why, and that makes me even more angry."

A smirk appears on Loki's face. "Ah, I know that feeling."

I don't say anything, I just continue fighting the moody thoughts of murder in my head.

Loki still eyes me from head to toe. "You know", he continues with a more velvety voice, "how about a nice cooling? We could shower."

Small butterflies mix into the grudge in my belly. "We?"

Loki's eyes sparkle as he watches me blush a little. He puts his book to the side and stretches his arms over his head. "Yes."

I open my mouth and close it again, and as much as the thought excites me, I can't cope with his satisfied expression. "Keep on dreaming, Laufeyson."

Loki giggles and looks back into his book. "As you wish."

I try not to smile too much and go back to staring into the void. So he did notice over the last weeks that I liked him. Well, how could he not, he notices every small detail, and so he noticed my shy flirts and small blushes. And now he teases me about it, of course. God of mischief.

I sit there for a while. Then I can't help it anymore. I get up and go to the door.

"So no collective shower?", Loki asks puppy-eyed.

I don't answer. I leave, get two towels, return to the living room and throw one of the towels at him.

He looks at me and smiles. "I knew you wanted it."

I badly suppress a smirk. "Shut up and come with me before the others see us."

Loki grins wider, gets up in no time and opens the door for me. "After you."

I can't help but giggle as I walk through. My heart starts to pound very fast as we silently walk down the hallway, Loki's heavy steps next to me.

I am going to shower with Loki. Oh my god.

Maybe all that was a prank? Is he going to laugh at me if we arrive? Will Tony wait in the bathroom to take a picture of my embarassed face to post on Facebook?

Before I can voice the angsty thoughts, Loki holds the door to the bathroom open for me, and as I step through, nobody is there. Loki closes the door behind us and turns around to me.

Two wrinkles appear on his forehead. "You look worried, darling."

"I am just nervous", I breathe. "I ... never did something like this before. And you are ... hmm ... hot." My face immediatly flushes.

Loki laughs and actually sounds a little evil. "Well, you are about to have fun with the God of mischief, with the temptation itself. Of course you are nervous."

I roll my eyes, but can't quite shake off the nervousness.

As I don't answer, his expression softens. "I wont do anything you don't want."

I nod in relieve. "Okay", I murmur and my glance wanders over his chest. I want to see how it looks without the armour ...

Loki's eyes sparkle more than ever since we left the living room. Maybe it is too easy to read my mind. "I can undress first if that makes you more comfortable."

I nod again, a bit too fast. A mischievous smirk flashes over his face.

I wait, but Loki doesn't move. His glance is focused on my face and occasionally wanders to my lips. I feel like I am burning under it. The green shine of his magic appears, but instead of quickly changing his clothes, it winds slowly around him. I can watch as his armour dissolves in green and golden glitter particles that hover in the air for a moment and then vanish. Bit for bit of his chest is visible, and I can't help but stare at every new centimeter of his skin.

Loki still looks at me, enjoying every bit of my shy hunger. As the last piece (his boots) dissolve, he lazily stretches and says like it's a triviality: "Should we get your clothes now?"

I look at his chest, at the clean white skin, the muscles, very quickly between his legs, and then up again. There is still this satisfied expression on his face. "How on earth can someone be that pleased with themselves?"

Loki's brows raise for a short moment, then he chuckles at the tease. "Why shouldn't I? You look like you like what you see."

"That ... is an understatement." I look over him again, taking all of that in, trying to burn the image into my mind forever.

"Let's get to your clothing before you get too excited", Loki snickers and steps closer to me.

All of a sudden, he kisses my neck and I am buried in his scent, in the sensations his fingers leave on my arms, on my back, under my shirt, all at once. I close my eyes and just feel. I sigh and my head falls to the side to give him more space to kiss, and I feel his lips curling into a smile.

My bra hits the ground. Then Loki retreats and pulls my shirt over my head, flinging it into a corner without breaking eye contact with me. I look at him like he is a dream come true. I mean ... he is.

"Should I do the pants too?", he asks with a grin that shows he already knows the answer.

I don't say anything, I just step closer and shyly lay one hand on his naked chest and reach to his shoulder with the other. Loki smiles and bends down to kiss me, on the mouth this time. I feel like I jumped off a cliff, or a cloud, because it feels entirely positive. I am falling and falling, just feeling his lips on mine. Then his one hand teasingly opens the button of my jeans. His fingers slide around me and slowly pushes the trousers down. My socks disappear with a green flash.

Now the only thing missing is my pants. Loki smirks at me, then he kneels. I hold my breath as he locks eyes with me and carefully bites in the seam of my underwear, and then he pulls it down with his teeth until it falls to the floor by itself.

I stare down at him, shaking with excitement, watching him stand up again.

"Time to shower", he whispers in my ear.

A shudder runs over me. "O-okay", I answer.

We move to the small cabin and get in there. I have to stand really close to Loki, but I don't complain. This is the best I ever felt. Loki reaches for the shower and turns it on.

"Aaah!", I screech and jump to the side. I hit the shower wall and it flaps dangerously. The spell is broken. "It's cold!"

Loki quickly turns the shower head away. "Sorry! Sorry, I didn't mean that. Here, put your own temperature in."

I grab the handle and turn it up. It turns hot.

"Aah! No! Too hot! Too hot!", Loki shrieks and jumps in my direction, squirming away from under the water.

I wrap my arms around his waist to prevent falling down and laugh. "Why is that too hot? It's barely bearable!"

"I never shower that hot", Loki complains and looks down at me, half amused and half honestly agonised. "How can you stand that?"

"How can you stand it being that cold? Just turn the handle down until it is okay for you, let's see if we can make this work."

Loki agrees and fumbles with the handle, and the water turns colder and colder. Just before he wants to say that it's okay I can't stand it anymore and squeeze myself out of the shower.

"Nooo, it's too cold!", I protest, shaking now from the temperature. I leave a puddle in the middle of the bathroom.

"But how are we going to shower?", Loki asks, a little sad.

I examine him. He still looks gorgeous, and the only thing preventing me from flinging my arms around his neck is the cold water. "We could go to your bedroom", I suggest. "And ... cuddle a bit there instead."

Loki inclines his head. "Well ... yeah, I guess." He laughs and turns the shower off. "Honestly, that never happened to me before."

"To me neither", I reply.

Loki gets out and with a green flash my body is dry and we wear nothing but a towel. He goes to the door.

"Loki! What if anybody sees us?", I hiss.

He winks at me, being his old teasing self again. "Better be quick."

We rush out of the bathroom and run through the hallway, up the stairs and to his room.

"Loki?", Steve's voice comes from around the corner. "I have some questions about this fighting technique you showed me ..."

"Quick!", I whisper and storm into his room. Loki snaps the door shut and we both giggle like children. A few seconds later, Steve knocks on the door.

"Loki? Can I come in?"

"Not now", Loki says. He perfectly mimicks a scratchy sleeping voice. "I am sleeping."

"In the middle of the day?", Steve asks. "Don't you- never mind." He walks away, and we hear him mumble: "Weird trickster with weird habits."

We chuckle and I nudge Loki with my elbow. "Liar!"

"I am the god of lies!", he snickers. "And what do you want me to do? Tell him the truth? Oh hey Steve, yeah, you can't come in because I am here with (y/n), and we are currently undressed ..."

"Stop", I laugh. "You are making it worse!"

"What, your laughing fit?", he says and bursts out laughing himself as he watches me.

We lean onto each other and the towels fall off what makes us laugh even more.

Finally we calm down a bit. Loki smiles and loosely puts his arms around me. "What do you want to do now?"

My glance quickly flies over his body. "I don't know ... what do naked people in bedrooms do?"

Loki grins mischievously. "I really don't know what you mean." Then he kisses me.