"You sound British? Where are you from? Your cousin mark asked

"Uhhh I'm from London actually, born and brought up there" he answered politely

"Why did you leave London?" Your mom asked

"Uhh I came here for further studies, I quite enjoy new york so I just stayed" he answered

"Ever thought of modelling?" Mandy asked him nervously

"umm I beg your pardon, what?" He raised his eyebrows

"So did you have any serious relationship before y/n" your sister Monty asked

"uhh yeah I did ..I guess" he answered nervously

"Oh my goddd let him eat" you snapped and all of them got quiet. What were you thinking bringing him here, he looks like a pig that's about to be roasted.

"There's a party in evening, just barbecue and drinks, I hope you'll enjoy that" your mom told him and he nodded politely

"So loki do you love our daughter?" Your dad asked and you facepalmed

"I do, that's why I proposed her, I really do love her" he smiled as he looked at you with those damn puppy eyes and sunshiny smile, Everyone awwed and you just felt bad for the poor sap.

After lunch, everyone decided to let him breathe for sometimes, you wanted to go mess with him but that love confession made you cringe. In the evening you got ready and went out in the yard where the party was happening, music was loud and you were ready to get drunk and dance. You saw him in a black shirt with a black pant, dancing with your cousin Mandy. Did he dress up to kill her? You could tell she had a huge crush on him, she had her arms wrapped around his neck, he laughed at something she said, you couldn't deny how pretty he looked sometimes. You felt something you haven't felt in a long time, jealousy.

You walked over to them and his pupils dilated as he saw you in your black dress and full make up on "Y/n, you look so gorgeous" he hugged you and you pulled him in for a kiss, your eyes glaring at Mandy. She scurried off as soon as she got the hint. Loki pulled away he didn't want to indulge in pda and make your family members uncomfortable. what a polite loser

You made him a drink and gave it to him, he was sipping on it like a gentleman so you held the glass and made him drink in one go. Maybe drinking would turn off the emotional button in his head "You look good enough to eat loki" you mumbled in his ear and his eyes widened "you do too love, I love you so much" he kissed your forehead then he looked at you "So Pretty, my fiance, all mine" then he kissed your forehead again. You hated moments like this with him, truly hated how sweet he was, it's all just an act though, the moment you would start trusting him he would show his true colours,so why even bother.

You grabbed his arms and took him to a secluded part of the farmhouse, you felt horny and you needed his touch all over your body. You pushed him against the wall and kissed him, his moans filled your ears and his hands wandered all over your back "Ohh love, god I have missed you pretty baby.." he mumbled and you sucked on his neck , making sure it leaves a mark on his gorgeous pale skin "You have missed this" you unbuttoned top two buttons of his shirt and kissed the center of his chest, he whimpered as you did "This tooo..fuck. ..please" he whined and you took him to your room quickly.

"Quick we don't have much time" you unbuttoned his pants hurriedly "Condoms" he mumbled and you told him you were still on pills "against the wall please" you told him and he pushed you against the wall and thrusted inside you quickly "how quickly can you cum babyboy?" You giggled and he looked at you, those damn eyes. "I can cum right now if you want me to, but you won't get much pleasure out of that" he kissed you slowly as he thrusted in and out of you, you moaned into his mouth , he loved your dominating nature, it was one of the reasons he couldn't stop sleeping with you again and again.

But then he noticed little things about you that you tried to hide from him, like how you'd sometimes leave his place with fresh coffee brewing for him or how you took care of him once he got sick, or how he caught you crying your eyes out when he got into an accident a year ago. Little things that you never showed him, little things that made him fall for you but he could never understand why you'd not show him emotions.

"fuckk yess ..right there babbyy...you feel so good" you mumbled and he kissed you again "You were getting awfully chummy with my cousin out there" you said between the kisses and he smiled. Were you jealous? "I don't care but she have her eyes on you sooo" you defended yourself, you knew what he was thinking and you couldn't have him think like that. You were definitely not jealous.

"Fuckk...love..oh love..I'm going to cum inside you" he mumbled as he reached his orgasm and you clenched around him, bringing you both to your release, he was panting and breathing heavily, so were you, he was so close to you as he trapped you with in him.

"That wass good" you chuckled and you could see his eyes were tearing up and you hated it. He was such an emotional sap and you hated it "What's wrong?" You asked him and he smiled

"Nothing, I'm just.. I love you so much"

And you just sighed, then you pulled him out of you and went to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Sundays were Loki's favorite day. He closed the market every Sunday to allow himself a day off, and those days were usually spent relaxing in the garden, tending to his fruits and veggies.

"Son of a bitch!"

Well, maybe gardening was not so relaxing.

Loki threw down his gloves and got to his feet, cursing whatever retched animal had the nerve to not only eat his strawberries, but completely trample the plants. He'd worked so hard to grow them, too.

With a dramatic sigh, he lifted a hand to run through his hair. A soft cluck came from beside him, and he shook his head at his smallest hen.

"I know, Henrietta. It's such a shame. At least the tomatoes seem unscathed, don't you think?"

Another soft cluck, but this time further away. Loki wiped his palms on his black jeans and turned to head inside, but what he saw stopped him in his tracks.

Just down the road, at the little stone house that had been on the market for months, a woman was struggling with the "for sale" sign. She looked to be about his age, with brown hair just past her shoulders and she was putting up a good fight, but it looked like the sign was winning.

He chuckled to himself and started off down the street, checking behind him to make sure that none of his hens were following.

"Norns!" She hissed, delivering a strong kick to the wooden post. "What the hell do they expect me to do with this?"

Loki waved as he stepped into the property, and the woman took an immediate step back. "Need some help?"

The silence hung in the air, each second more uncomfortable than the last as she just stared at him.

"I live just down there," He paused to point, "and I was working in my garden when I saw you fighting with the sign. If it counts for anything, I think you were winning." He flashed a smile, but she didn't budge.

"I'm Loki." He extended a hand and she jumped, as if just snapping back into reality. "And it looks like we're neighbors."

She shook his hand as if she was afraid of him, and he cleared his throat in an attempt to mask his own discomfort. He hoped he didn't look as put off by her presence as she did his.

"My name's Cas." She offered a fleeting, polite smile, tucking a tuft of hair behind her ear. "Thank you for the offer, but I think I'll just head inside."

"Are you sure? It should only take a moment."

Cas looked from Loki, to the sign, and back again. She visibly released a heavy sigh and nodded in defeat. "All right, I suppose I could use some help."

Loki grinned, taking the few steps over to the yard sign. He crouched down, and in one swift movement pulled the wooden post out of the ground.

"Where should I put it?" He asked, holding the sign tightly to his chest. It was a lot heavier than it looked from over there.

Cas spun on he heels, surveying the area. "I'm actually not sure, I haven't had a chance to see the property yet."

"You bought a house that you haven't—"

"I suppose you could lean it against the house, over here." She led him to the right side of the cottage, and Loki spared a glance into the backyard.

It was rather overgrown, with tens of bees buzzing happily from one cluster of bright flowers to the next. Her shed looked like it could fall apart at any moment, but it did have potential. . . He thought it would make a good henhouse. A little stone path shot off left of the shed, and it led to a greenhouse. He couldn't see inside past the vines clinging to the windows. Flower pots were scattered all over the property, and a yellow bike was lying abandoned in the bushes. The place looked good from the front, but it was actually a disaster.

"Nice place you've got here," Loki offered, "it's. . . Charming."

Cas eyed him and started up the porch stairs. "Thank you for your help."