‘You’re not the only one to go for such a dramatic solutions’ he said gesturing at your dress discarded on the floor. ‘When I was… I believe 6, one of our guests was an old lady from one of the Nine Realms, I can’t remember which one but what I do remember is the scream my brother made when he sneaked to her bedroom late at night to find some sweets she brought in her huge bag but instead he found a very wrinkled lady who had nothing to hide and didn’t even bother to cover herself with the sheet’ he laughed at your expression ‘And she wasn’t there alone. One of our servants….accompanied her. Probably she was getting cold’ laughter erupted from you ‘Believe me I had never seen more traumatised little boy than Thor that day’
‘You aren’t running away’ you said softly when both of you calmed down.
‘No I am not’ Loki smiled slightly before looking down and getting more serious his fist clinching and unclenching. ‘Please let me know if I crossed the line’
‘What do you….’ you were interrupted by his lips on your, gentle but insistent at the same time. His hands clasped on your cheeks rasing your head higher. He still wasn’t sure if you were going to push him away. You could feel his growing anticipation until you locked your arms around his neck brining him even closer and laid on bed pulling him on top of you.