#character*

In a world full of fascist lies and fear or appearances, what becomes of the sweet, cheery and lovely little girls wishing with all their might to become a boy ? Why would one want such a thing, What even is a boy ? Aren't they just troubled?

But she's so pretty? There's no way such a clumsy and whimsy girl would ever need to lose her wings that drastically. Right

You’re sitting at the bar with Loki next to you when Natasha asks him.

“What made you change sides?” She asks Loki as she serves him an apple martini. 

You sip at your own mixed drink, looking at Loki with a raised brow. 

“I suppose I just finally saw the error of my ways.” The god says looking at Natasha, daring her to challenge him. 

It’s Natasha so of course she does challenge him. 

“...It was Y/N, wasn’t it?” She says, leaning on the counter with a smirk.

Loki glances to you with a barely there smile, “It was Y/N.” 

You set your drink down and bring a hand to your chest, a little dramatically, “Me? What did I do to catch your attention?” 

Loki brings his drink up and sips at it while giving you a once over with his eyes, “You’re quite the eye catcher, not to mention your personality is simply stunning to me, darling.” Loki says after setting his drink down on the counter again. He looks at Natasha who looks between the both of you with raised brows.

You watch the god with inquisitive eyes. Looking to Nat you give her a nod telling her to leave for a bit. When she’s gone you bring a hand to hold Loki’s arm and get his attention. 

The god stares at your hand for a second then he moves into action. His hand slides back in a smooth move to hold your hand in his now. 

You look at yours hands then at the god who looks back at you with a flirtatious smirk. 

“If the next words out of your mouth aren’t to ask me out on a date then you shouldn’t talk at all.” You challenge the god. 

And the god answers. 

“I shall court you but we will adhere to my rules. Not the rules of what you midguardians call dating.” Loki offers although if you didn’t know him better you would think he was demanding it of you, but you did know him better. 

You smile. “I can live with that.” You say without outright agreeing so you may tease the god. 

The god growls and tugs your hand hard enough to where you half stand, now in Loki’s personal space. 

“And you will answer transparently, I will not play games when it comes to courting you.” Loki says in a low voice, his eyes sharp and dangerous. 

You bite your lip for a second as you stare into his dark eyes. 

“Yes, sir.” You say, the sir slipping at his show of dominance. 

Loki takes a deep breath at the sir part but remains calm and collected otherwise. You still half stand in his personal space, close enough to smell Loki. It’s a mix of new leather, a natural smell, and faint lavender.

“Will you allow me to court you?” Loki asks, softly, his eyes fluttering as he looks from your lips to your eyes. 

“Yes.” You breath out. 

Loki smiles, pulls your hand to his lips, and kisses your knuckles in the small space between you two.

“Splendid, darling.” He says letting your hand go so you may situate yourself back on the bar stood again. You sit back down while smoothing out your clothes and messing with your hair in nervousness. When you pick up your drink with your left hand and leave your right hand on the counter, Loki places a hand over yours. 

“Relax and breath, while I find your nervousness adorable I would rather you were not trembling with it.” 

You laugh a little as you look at your drink and see it shaking in the glass. You truly were trembling with excitement and nerves. 

“Sorry, didn’t actually expect you to actually ask me out, especially not like that.” You say with a small smile sent to Loki before you take a drink. 

Loki chuckles, his thumb caressing the top of your hand. 

“I cannot let you escape my grasp, darling, you are much too valuable to me.” 

“Ya, listen, you keep sweet talking me like this and I’m not going to be able to walk soon, my legs will be jello.” You tell Loki seriously.

Loki’s smile is devious. “I do not mind if I have to carry you out. Let everyone here know that you’re mine and trust me.”

You glare at Loki, playfully. 

“I’m possessive, darling. What did you expect?” 

“I expected I would be able to handle you and, while I can, it’s going to take my nerves some time to get used to. You’re intense, I love that about you.” You tell the god truthfully with a little shrug. You move your hands till Loki’s is laying face up on the counter. Both of you watch as you trail your index finger over each other his fingers, then make a circle on his open palm, and trail your finger from his wrist to his forearm barely touching his skin so it’s ticklish and brings out goosebumps.

When you look up at Loki he is already staring at you with dark, lustful eyes. 

“If you do not calm yourself I will carry you out and make sure you can’t walk for days.” Loki nearly threatens. 

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, my highness.” You lazily smirk at the god, some of your confidence returning. 

Loki stares at you for a bit, neither of you saying anything else, before he speaks, “We will do this right. I shall court you before I bed you but that’s not to say I will not forget tonight. You shall be punished, properly.” Loki says with a smirk at your shocked face.