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“You’re mocking me,” you accused, batting away one that seemed intent on toppling into your lap.

Loki sprawled across the chaos like a serpent in its den, perfectly at ease. His dark hair fell into his face, lips curled in a sly smile as he leaned back against a ridiculous heart-shaped pillow. “Darling, I mock the unworthy. This- ” he gestured lazily at the fortress of fluff “-is artistry.”

“It’s madness,” you muttered, pushing aside another cushion to make room for yourself,. Except there was no room. The bed swallowed you whole the moment you sat down, plush silk and feather-down closing in from every direction. "..maybe a cry for help." you continued to yourself, but he heard you. 

Loki’s laughter was low, wicked. “Want you to drown in it with me.”

He caught your wrist, tugging until you tumbled against him. The pillows shifted with the motion, squeaking and sighing like conspirators. Your knees sank deep, your body nearly sliding away before his arm snaked around your waist and held you firm. He pulled you into his lap, his thigh firm beneath you, the rest of the bed an unstable ocean of softness.

You struggled for leverage, planting your palms on what you thought was solid only for them to sink into another overstuffed cushion. Loki’s smirk deepened.

“See? No escape. Every path leads back to me.”

You wanted to retort, but his hand had already slid beneath your shirt, his cold rings grazing hot skin. You shivered, breath catching when his thumb brushed just under your ribs, teasing. The ridiculousness of the pillow mountain began to blur at the edges as his lips found your throat.

“Loki- ” you gasped, but he bit down lightly, and the word dissolved into a sound you hadn’t meant to make.

The bed shifted again, sending you tumbling more fully into him, thighs falling astride his. He welcomed the accident as though he’d orchestrated it, hands guiding you down until you felt the hard press of him beneath layers of fabric. The pillows muffled your squirming, swallowed your balance, forced you to cling to him.

His voice was velvet, dark and amused, vibrating against your skin. “Do you understand now? All this fluff- ” his hips rolled up, making you whimper “exists to ruin you properly.”

One hand gripped your hair, tugging your head back just enough so he could watch you, your chest rising and falling as the pillows seemed to close in, smothering everything but the heat between you. You squirmed, trying to push up, but every effort only bounced you back into his chest, the fortress of fluff trapping you deeper in his lap. Loki took advantage of each futile attempt, his other hand dragging over your thigh, slipping higher as his mouth toyed at your throat. Buttons came undone with a flick of his fingers, fabric tugged loose until cool air met flushed skin. Your protests tangled with whimpers when his hand cupped firmly between your legs, claiming you even as you struggled against the soft prison.

He pressed harder, his palm molding to your heat, thumb stroking lazily through the barrier of fabric until your hips betrayed you with a desperate tilt. The more you wriggled, the deeper you sank, trapped in the downy nest, forced to grind against his hand as he toyed with you. Loki chuckled darkly against your ear, breath hot.

“Breathe,” he purred, voice velvet and merciless. “Let this little trap of mine keep you, while I… take care of the rest.”

His fingers slipped past the waistband, cool fingers over warm skin sliding together as he found the heat of you beneath the layers. He teased you through the damp silk of your underwear until you trembled, the friction making your thighs twitch open wider.

“Already shaking? And I’ve barely touched you,” he murmured, his smirk brushing hot against your throat.

Then, with a slow, unrelenting push, he slipped beneath the fabric and pressed two fingers into you. Your head fell back against the pillows with a helpless gasp, the stretch sharp and intoxicating.

“Ah, there it is,” Loki groaned, curling his fingers deep. “So tight- clutching at me as though you never want me to leave.” His voice was ragged with lust, the words spilling out like worship and threat in one.

It felt as though he reached impossibly high inside you, deeper than you thought fingers could go, finding spots that made your spine arch and your toes curl. Each deliberate curl of his knuckles stole your breath, made your eyes flutter closed as if you could block out the overwhelming tide of sensation. You whimpered, trying to wriggle away, but every attempt left you sliding right back down, impaled on his hand as though the pillows themselves conspired to keep you in place.

“Yes,” he coaxed, his thumb flicking against your clit in maddening circles. “Sink down, darling, all the way. Take me like you were meant to.” His tone was commanding, coaxing you into obedience even as your body betrayed you, trembling and wet around him.

The sensation of being filled and claimed ripped another broken cry from your lips, your body yielding to his rhythm as you rocked helplessly against his knuckles. Loki’s hips began to rock beneath you, subtle at first, just enough to remind you of the hardness waiting under his trousers, before he grew bolder. His movements forced your body to follow, dragging you helplessly along. His fingers pumped inside you in perfect time with each grind of his hips, as if orchestrating a symphony of your ruin.

“That’s it,” he crooned, voice dripping satisfaction, his lips brushing your ear. “Feel me. Move with me. Such a good little thing, do love the feel of you around my fingers. Such wet heat..”

Your little noises spilled out faster now with every thrust of his hand and roll of his hips. Soft gasps turned into desperate cries, mewls turning into needy whines that only spurred him onward. Loki’s grin widened against your throat, his delight unmistakable. “Beautiful sounds, dove… every whimper is mine. Don’t hide from me- let me hear it all.” His teeth scraped your jaw, tongue laving over the sting as his fingers pressed harder inside you, twisting just so until your hips bucked of their own accord.

Each brush of his thumb against your clit made your breath hitch and your thighs clamp around his arm, every wicked circle drawing you tighter and wetter. The slick noise of his fingers working you filled the nest of pillows, obscene and intimate. His mouth never stopped tormenting your throat; sucking, biting, marking you as his while his fingers stretched and curled, coaxing you further. He shifted his hand deliberately, pushing deeper until you felt your body stretch around him, your head rolling back as stars danced behind your eyes. The pressure built until you felt like you would shatter apart, every muscle straining, heat coiling tighter and tighter.

Loki’s hips rocked harder, relentless now, his hand fucking into you with merciless precision until your body seized around him. Your cry was muffled into the mountain of pillows, the sound swallowed by satin and down while your body convulsed helplessly in his lap. He groaned low, savoring how your walls fluttered and clung to him, the gush of your release coating his hand, slicking his palm and wrist.

“Perfect,” he whispered hoarsely against your skin, his breath uneven with arousal. He eased you through the waves, fingers stroking slow until you sagged, boneless and trembling against him. His other hand stroked along your hip, steadying you, coaxing your body to soften back into him instead of breaking apart. Gently, he laid you back, letting the ocean of pillows cradle and contain you, cocooned in the nest he’d conjured just for this. The cushions sighed beneath you, muffling every shudder, every gasp, until you were surrounded by nothing but him and the fortress of fluff.

Thor shakes his head as five crisp 20 dollar bills pop out of the ATM. He reaches for them but the second his fingers touch the bills, they vanish instantly. "What the-?" he asks, furrowing his brow in confusion.

"What?" Bucky stands up straight from the wall he was leaning on.

"It's gone," Thor looks over at his friends. "The money just... disappeared."

"Seriously?" Steve folds his arms across his chest in disbelief. "Look, if you don't have the money, it's fine. We'll find a different way for you to work off the bet."

"I have money," Thor says, his annoyance growing. "This is ridiculous," Thor mumbles as he shakes his head, turning back to the ATM. The God of Thunder presses a few more buttons slowly and another stack of 20 dollar bills comes out. With a deep breath, he touches the money lightly but again the cash vanishes instantly as Steve and Bucky lean closer to watch. Thor swears loudly in Asgardian, causing the two super soldiers to take a step back in surprise.

Bucky laughs, "Well that's a problem."

Thor angrily presses the buttons on the ATM again and takes a step away when the money comes out. "Steve can you...?" he asks, trying to contain his frustration.

"Yeah, I've got it," Steve steps up to the machine and easily takes the bills. Counting out the sixty Thor owes him, he hands the reaming money over.

Thor holds out his hand and as soon as the bills are placed in his palm, they vanish.

"Loki!" he yells as he slams the door to the bank opens and storms out followed closely by Bucky who can barely contain his laughter and Steve as he puts his winnings into his wallet.

As you lay on the couch with your head on Loki's lap a small green glow catches your attention. You look away from the TV, your focus moving towards the end table where Loki keeps his wallet and keys. A few moments later you see the green glow again and sit up, staring at his wallet curiously.

"What's wrong darling?" he asks.

"Your wallet is... glowing," you tell him.

He chuckles as it glows a third time. "Oh, that's the brother tax," he says with a smile that you know means trouble.

"The what?" you raise an eyebrow.

"Thor was being rather annoying yesterday so I decided to try out a new spell," he explains. "Any time he comes in contact with cash, it will appear in my wallet."

You giggle, "Loki, that's mean!"

He smirks, "You didn't seem to mind when I bought you those flowers and that little green bear."

"You bought those with Thor's money?" you look over at the cute, stuffed bear sitting on the armchair in the corner then back up at Loki.

"It's my money now," he corrects you gently.

"Mmhmm," you hum in response. "You tell Thor that when he figures out what's happening."

"It'll take that oaf a week to figure it out," Loki insists.

You lay back down on his lap and Loki leans down to kiss your lips lightly. He sits back again and runs his fingers through your hair as you both continue to watch the movie.

(Twenty minutes later)

"Loki!" Thor shouts from the hallway as he knocks heavily on the door.

"A week huh?" you ask, sitting up.

"It seems I might have underestimated him a little bit," Loki admits with a shrug.

"So... what's the plan now?" you wonder as Thor knocks again.

Loki chuckles, "I honestly hadn't thought this far ahead but I suggest we don't open the door for the time being."

You laugh and turn the TV up a bit louder as you lay back down. "What am I going to do with you, Mischief?"

He kisses your forehead, "Love me?"

"I guess I can do that," you smile up at him then focus on the movie once again as Thor's knocks become fainter.

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It all seemed like a far-away, distant dream in a future that would never come. Despite that, here you were, relinquishing your whole self to Asgard’s throne. You had never met the god, and never seen him up close. Of course you’d heard the stories, the wrath and prowess of the young prince, and even seen him from a distance — but being in his presence was something entirely new, before being expected to spend the rest of time at his mercy.

Asgardian silk draped over your skin, so light you wouldn’t know it was there. Your decency was concealed beneath expensive black fabric, hiding what was only meant for Loki to see in the moments after this. The handmaidens’ fussing finally ceased, ending the long evening of preparation.

“Come with me, and do as you’re told,” the woman in charge ushered you forward, opening the chamber doors, releasing you out of known captivity into unpredictability.

You swallowed the fear in your throat, steps silent as you followed her to the throne room, the festivities growing louder as you approached your fate. Before you were given a moment to hesitate, you were led into the cavernous room of gold and heavenly magic.

All at once, it fell silent as soldiers escorted you to the throne. There he was — the god himself, draped over his golden throne. Loki was the only one adorned finer than you, a golden helm atop his onyx waves, wild cerulean eyes that bore straight into your soul.

“Your majesty, a gift in exchange for your benevolence,” the ceremony’s representative from your kingdom presented you to Loki, a hand on your shoulder forcing you to kneel before the throne.

A dangerous smile curved the god’s lips, placing his scepter aside as he rose to his feet.

“A very generous gift indeed,” Loki’s lyrical voice wrapped around your throat, stealing the air from your lungs.

He was impossibly tall and lean as he approached you, toned muscles visible even through the heavy layers of leather and gold that adorned his figure. Loki was no mere prince, but a god of mischief, holding an entire world in the palm of his delicate hand. A dark mischief glittered in his eyes, the gorgeous royal leaning down to look closely at you.

He tilted your chin up, looking him directly in the eye, immediately disarmed and vulnerable as you did so. His expression changed almost imperceptibly, gone from his eyes in a flash as he looked away from you, addressing the court who had handed you over.

Your ears were ringing too loudly to hear what he said, your head spinning. A solider moved to guide you to sit at the base of the throne, at Loki’s feet, when you were suddenly snapped back into the present moment.

“You will not lay a hand on what is mine!” Loki’s shout thundered through the chamber, stopping the man before he could touch you.

The soldier quickly fell back, recognizing the lethal danger of disrespecting Loki. An entire room held its breath, the seconds agonizing, exhaling only when Loki motioned for festivities to resume.

Despite the advice to hide your fear, Loki could practical feel your startled fright. Everything else blurred into the background, the celebration entertaining itself, leaving you and Loki at the center of your own universe.

Loki leaned down with an outstretched hand, his expression softening as you met his gaze. He had not yet spoken directly to you, but you didn’t need instruction to place your hand in his, allowing his strength to move you forward. Loki guided you to kneel at his feet as he resumed his place on the throne, slotted between his long legs.

Delicate fingers gently tilted your chin to look up at him, the touch startlingly gentle, a stark contrast to what you’d been warned of.

“There is a long night of festivities ahead, you may rest on me if you grow weary,” Loki granted you permission to lie your head against his thigh, to sink back into the new shelter.

You gave a small nod of understanding, looking back down as his attention was demanded from another round of celebration.

Despite the dizzying commotion of Loki’s ceremony, your limbs became heavy and keeping your eyes open was a losing battle. Loki peered down at you as you slowly laid your head against his leg, letting your exhausted body rest for the first time.

A fierce desire to protect you swelled in Loki’s chest, suddenly cross with the noise and lights that combatted your sleep. As he continued to entertain offerings of exotic fruits and tributes from his kingdoms, Loki moved a leg in front of you, glaring at anyone who so much as looked too long in your direction.

He couldn’t imagine how drained you were, to sleep through the chaos. Your weight rested against his leg, though you didn’t let yourself fully drift into deep sleep, some part of you making sure that you were upright, not wanting to displease him.

Loki carefully supported you as he stood, lifting you off the floor with godly strength. The festivities continued without him — kings, gods, and valkyrie reenacting stories of battles and playing with magic in the great halls.

He’d had quite enough of the noise and empty affection, and desired nothing more than some quiet time alone with his offering.

“Careful,” he warned softly as you began to stir, strengthening his grip to keep you from falling.

“M’sorry,” you mumbled, your first words spoken in a haze of exhaustion.

“It’s alright, you’re free to rest,” Loki laid you down on his bed the moment you entered the privacy of his chambers.

Golden floors were etched in sweeping illustrations of history and mythology, telling the stories of your god beneath the bed draped in dark green silks. Huge doors opened to a veranda, a summer breeze ruffling the curtains, allowing glimpses of glittering astronomy overhead.

Your mind yearned to stay awake, to learn your surroundings and stay vigilant in the presence of Loki. Despite that, your body screamed for sleep, sinking into the soft bedding he had placed you on.

.

Loki watched you sleep.

Exhaustion kept your body rigidly still, not moving once the entire night. You stayed curled up in the very corner of the expansive bed, out of reach of Loki, who eventually took his place as the sun cracked the horizon.

The only indication you were real, was the gentle rise and fall of your back as you breathed. As you slept, the frightened expression vanished from your face, softening the your features. Loki couldn’t take his eyes off of you, studying your almost peaceful face.

Loki drifted in and out of sleep, not bothering to wake you after such a late and overwhelming night. You must have been weary, because you couldn’t have been comfortable, making yourself as small as possible at the very edge of the bed, not wanting to take up too much of Loki’s space.

You slowly opened your eyes, sunlight streaming in through the open veranda. The morning seemed impossibly peaceful, despite waking up into a new life of servitude. This didn’t feel like what you’d expected — waking up in a comfortable bed with the warm sun on your face, the scent of breakfast wafting from a huge spread on the chamber’s dining table.

“Good morning, darling,” Loki’s voice was much softer in the privacy of the chambers, without an audience.

You sat up, looking over as he stood from a couch, setting aside a novel. He was more relaxed, wearing loose black linen, his hair tied up loosely.

“Hi,” you whispered, at a loss for words — partially in awe of how gorgeous he was, and partially cautious, as if he were a cobra waiting to strike at any wrong move.

He watched as you observed your surroundings, inspecting your golden cage in the light of day. Loki’s chambers were beautiful, bright, and serene. It seemed so divorced from the perception you had of the god before being let in to the most private part of his existence. Loki moved smoothly throughout the room, delicate hands attached to a lean, muscular body. Loki’s face was sculpted out of marble, so stunningly beautiful it left you breathless. Green eyes pierced straight into your soul, laid bare when he looked at you.

“Eat something,” he gestured to the feast at the table, as if he were the devil, offering food to a goddess to keep captive in his lair forever.

It was your job to obey, your body moving before your mind even considered protest. The shimmering gown you were wearing the night before swept the floor as you walked, Loki admiring how beautiful you were, even slightly disheveled.

You hesitantly took a berry from the table, bringing it to your lips, licking the sweetness off your fingertips. The sight stirred something inside of Loki, his gaze focusing on the contours of your body that were visible through the just-sheer parts of the fabric draped over you.

“Master?” You could feel the weight of his gaze, invisibly drawing you to him.

Loki stepped toward you, pleased as you sank to your knees without any encouragement, easing into his submission. You wanted it, needed it, like your lungs needed air. A shimmer of green made your clothing disappear, baring you fully to Loki’s intoxicated gaze.

“Look at you, fit for a god,” he praised, slowly circling you as you kneeled, appreciating you from every angle.

“Only for you, master.”

“Loki,” he permitted you to call him by name, a request that pulled the corners of your lips up with small satisfaction.

The floor was cold beneath your knees, and your skin began to prick beneath a cool breeze from the veranda. Loki swelled over the recognition that you were his, and his alone. He was hard in the loose linen pants, eager to claim full ownership of you in such an intimate way. You willingly surrendered to him, practically desperate for him to take you, to consummate your submission to the god.

Your hands smoothed up the solid muscles of Loki’s thighs — limbs you wish to be bent over — before clutching the linen waistband and dragging down his trousers. The sight of him hung heavy made your mouth water and your cunt throb, desire swirling in your belly.

“Go ahead. Touch me as you please, I’m as much yours as you are mine,” Loki murmured, realizing you were waiting for permission, to do as you were told.

Long fingers wove into your hair, cradling the side of your head, pulling only slightly as you licked the tip of his cock, sending a shock up his spine.

He leaned back against the wall, smirking as your left palm flattened over his toned abs to brace yourself, pleased that you were trusting his words.

“Gods,” Loki swore when you took him in your mouth, letting him push you down until he was filling your throat.

Pretty tears welled at your lashes at his size, your throbbing need beginning to smear between your thighs. Your free hand worked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, your tongue dragging up his shaft. He was both long and thick, his skin like velvet on your tongue. It was a feat to take even half of him in your mouth, and you moaned and the thought of him fucking you, and how you’d beg to take it all.

“If worshipping my cock makes you wet enough to drip on my floor, I’ll let you do it every morning,” Loki purred with a grin, clearly taking notice of the effect he had on your body.

“Please,” you whimpered respectfully, dragging your fist up his length, giving your mouth a break.

“I’m close, darling, you’re doing beautifully,” he praised, watching your thighs squeeze together at his words.

“I want to come in that gorgeous mouth, feel myself in your throat.”

You tilted your head back just a bit, both to gaze up into his eyes and to let him in deeper. A low whine vibrated around his cock as his hand wrapped around your throat, gently squeezing.

“Fuck,” Loki hissed, spilling over into your mouth, filling your senses with his salty taste.

“Swallow it,” Loki commanded, and you were all too willing to obey, wanting to please him.

His thumb swiped over your lips, cleaning up the bit of mess he made, kneeling in front of you as you both caught your breath.

“Was that okay?” the question slipped out before you could stop yourself, puzzling Loki.

“Of course, it was perfect. Haven’t you done it before?”

“No, I’ve been kept pure for you,” you answered, earning a profane string of Norse as his dick twitched.

“You’ve made me insatiable,” Loki pressed a quick, messy kiss to your mouth that was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“No!” Loki shouted, standing up, displayed in his full glory to the guard who opened the door.

The furious god stood in front of you, blocking any eyes from catching even a glimpse of your body.

“Get out, now, or I shall have your eyes torn out!” Loki thundered, fiercely possessive over you.

“I’m so sorry, your highness. Odin has called on you—”

A sharp burst of Loki’s magic sent the man flying backward with a yell, the door slamming shut behind him.

“I’m sorry-” you began, as if you needed to apologize for being nude.

“I will never let anyone else touch you, see your body, or covet what is mine.”

A warmth spread through you at the words, taking his hand to stand up. He took a cloth, carefully cleaning you up, before guiding you into a closet that was full of the finest Asgardian fabrics.

“We’ll continue this later, darling, but for now, you’ll accompany me on whatever nonsense I’m being summoned for,” Loki explained, moving to dress himself as he left you to choose what maids had left for your arrival.

You chose green, pleasing the god as you adorned his colors, another sign of your growing devotion. Loki kissed your wrist, before a band of gold appeared in a shimmer, bringing a smile to your face.

He wordlessly led you out of his chambers, a hand at the small of your back. Being with him was intense — but the castle and all of its people was overwhelming. You found yourself leaning into Loki’s side, away from the noise of shouting and chaos of the everyday happenings.

He looked up from the throne to see what was bothering you before pulling you to sit between his legs where you could sink back into him and ignore the noise.

“We’ll leave as soon as I’m finished. Until then, you can entertain yourself by picturing what I’m going to do to your precious little pussy,” Loki whispered against the side of your face, gently nipping your ear.

You shuddered against his chest, feeling him chuckle beneath you as his arm tightened on your waist. Warmth flushed your cheeks and you turned your face into his arm, shy at the filthy words from Loki. He could feel your heart racing inside your ribs, anxious to tear the emerald gown from your body.

You were lost in your thoughts when Loki banished everyone from the expansive throne room, giant doors embedded with gemstones slamming shut, sealing you alone with him.

“Now, where were we?” Loki asked, mouthing hot kisses along your neck and shoulder.

“I believe you were about to fuck me, Loki,” you chirped.

“I love hearing those dirty words on your lips, all for me.”

“Only you,” you promised, closing the gap as he hovered above you.

The kiss was heady, his tongue warm and dominating as he pushed it past your lips. The sensation nearly distracted you from his hands, that were tearing the fabric around your torso, letting it flutter to the floor in shimmering pieces.

“I’m going to fuck you here, on this throne, like a proper king.”

You parted your legs, letting his hand drop between them. Loki smirked into your neck as he cupped your sex, feeling how wet you were, desperate for him as heat radiated from your center.

He didn’t bother to turn you over, perfectly happy to fuck you while you were on top of him, lying on his chest as he sat upon his throne. He glided his cock along your wet lips, only a moment until you were squirming with desperation.

He wanted to hear you beg, but even he couldn’t wait any longer, slowly sinking into you, every inch stretching you impossibly further. The sweet sting made you cry out, your head dropping back on his shoulder when he nestled himself fully inside you.

“You’re perfect for me,” Loki praised through gritted teeth, fighting not to slam into you like an animal. He could feel your walls throbbing around him, muscles burning as they were forced to take the stretch to fit him inside — and you loved it.

You doubted anything would ever feel so good, until his hips started to roll forward, the god fucking you deep and slow, holding your body against his chest. He buried his face in your shoulder, soaking up your squeals of pleasure as he lost himself in you.

Before he even thought to play with you, your cunt began to clench around him with an impending orgasm. Your startled whimper shot straight to Loki’s dick, and he fucked you harder, unable to help himself.

“Come around me, darling, let me know how good you feel,” Loki urged, nearly spilling into you as you trembled in his arms, coming with a scream that echoed off the walls.

“There you go,” he murmured, twitching before he filled you with his seed, painting your insides with him.

Your breaths were ragged and uneven, mind completely foggy in the aftermath. He breathed in your scent as he stayed inside you, preserving the moment for as long as possible.

Rubbing your temples in an effort to massage away your headache, you wander into the common area. Steve and Bucky greet you from the couch but you only mumble 'hi' in response, barely looking at them. As much fun as the two super soldiers usual are, there's only one person you want to see right now. You spot Loki sitting by the bookshelves in the corner of the room, a small smile spreads across your lips. The prince looks up from the thick leather book he's reading as soon as he hears your voice.

"Rough day?" Bucky chuckles lightly as you make your way over to Loki.

With a nod you answer in a way that's both vague and still describes your day perfectly, "Everything sucks."

"Aw, come here darling," Loki's book vanishes in a small flash of green light and he holds his hand out for you. You take his hand then move to sit sideways on his lap, resting your head comfortably on his shoulder. One of the his hands moves slowly up and down your back while the other rests on your hip, holding you close. Your body relaxes into his touch, the headache you've had for hours finally beginning to fade as you close your eyes.

After a quiet moment Loki kisses the top of your head lightly and you sigh contently in response. "If you're not too tired," he begins, causing you to lift your head and look up at him. "Maybe we could go out for a bit? It might help you unwind a little."

"Where were you thinking of going?" you ask.

"Well, we can get ice cream or commit a felony," he smirks, knowing your love for his mischievous sense of humor. "You can decide in the car."

You giggle and get up, taking Loki's hand as he stands with you. "I mean how could I possibly choose, both sound fun," you reply jokingly but apparently not everyone in the room realizes that.

"Wait, what?" Steve's attention is immediately pulled away from the movie he's watching with Bucky to your conversation with Loki.

"Nothing," you smile innocently at the super soldier. "Just a little light arson maybe."

"You can't just go around committing felonies because you're bored Y/N," he says in the same stern tone he uses with the inexperienced SHIELD interns.

Bucky laughs and pauses the movie, "Says the guy with what... six felonies?"

Loki grins, putting his arms around your waist from behind as he bends slightly to rest his chin on your shoulder, "Now Sergeant Barnes, that's a story I would very much like to hear."

You smile up at your boyfriend, "Oh you didn't know? Caps a big time criminal."

"I am not," the blonde super soldier insists, clearly aggravated that the conversation has taken such a sudden turn.

"Come on! You lied on a ton of enlistment forms when you trying to get into the army didn't you?" you tilt your head with a knowing smile, your headache a distant memory. "I'm pretty sure that's super illegal isn't it?"

"It is," Bucky confirms and Loki chuckles at how quickly he responded.

"Yeah but that's different. I wasn't-" Steve tries to explain as he stands but Bucky grabs his forearm and pulls him back down to the couch.

"You two have fun," Bucky picks up the remote to turn the movie back on. "I don't have enough cash laying around for bail so just don't get caught."

"I'm offended you would even suggest that," Loki smirks. "I would never get caught."

Bucky raises an eyebrow and looks up at the prince. "So the time you spent in that cell on Asgard and here was voluntary right?"

Loki glares at the super soldier and you kiss his cheek, causing his focus to shift to you. "Let's get ice cream," you decide with a smile and he nods, letting go of your waist to take your hand.

"Ice cream it is," Loki agrees, kissing your hand as you both walk towards the hall the leads to the elevators.

Just before you are out of earshot, you look up at the prince and ask, "Does stealing Bucky's bike count as grand theft auto?"

He grins wide, "It might."

"Don't touch my bike!" Bucky tells from the common room over the sound of Steve's laughter.

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