I need to go back to this damn anthropology course, but...

Imagine.

On a hot summer night, you and Loki are trying to sleep, but you keep complaining about the unbearable heat, keeping him awake with your groans and moans.

“Y/N.”

You stop instantly and meet his gaze. Even in the dark, you can see his piercing green eyes pouncing on you. You flush red when Loki moves on top of you, his wild gaze fixed on yours as he pins you to the mattress, his deep, velvety tone causing your stomach to clench with desire,