“I’m pretty sure I can protect you,” you joked, and you caught the gleam of his teeth when he smiled at you. “Look, I napped for too long and I’m not gonna be able to sleep for a while. Just come sit with me in my room until one of us gets too tired. Okay?” You walked out, hoping that Loki would follow. You glanced over your shoulder when you heard his light footsteps, grinning at him as you led him to your bedroom.
“I cannot believe you were able to best my brother in a fight,” Loki marveled, catching a gummy bear you tossed at him. The dim light offered from the small lamp on your nightstand casted shadows on his face as he threw the treat up in the air, catching it skillfully in his mouth. The two of you had spent the past hour sitting cross-legged on your floor, devouring the candy that you always had stashed in various places around your room and discussing anything that happened to come to mind. He’d told you about his homeland and you’d told him the story of how you’d ended up with the Avengers, ending with how you’d beat Thor during your first training session. “I don’t believe I’ll ever let him live that down,” Loki said with a smirk, scooting towards you to seize a bag of Twizzlers at your feet. You’d started out sitting a few feet apart, but he’d spent the past hour inching closer and closer, and his most recent move put him right in front of you. Your knees were almost touching, and if you wanted to, you could’ve reached out to lay your hand on his chest without having to move the rest of your body.
You wanted to. You wanted to touch him, to hold him, to kiss him. He was so charming, and so sweet when you’d gotten past the wall he’d put up for everyone else, and so damn attractive. His smile made your legs weak, his eyes captivated you, and you’d almost forgotten how to breathe several times when his lighthearted laughter echoed through your room. You knew it’d be risky to go for it, but it was three in the morning, dark and warm and intimate, and you’d never felt closer to anyone than you felt to him right then; so you dropped your bag of candy and leaned forward, catching him off guard when you pressed your lips to his. He was still against you for a heartbeat, and then he was forcing you backwards, his hand coming up to cradle your head as he pushed you onto your back on the floor. His mouth never left yours, hungrily nipping at your lips as he pushed a knee between your legs, moving your thighs apart. His hand left the back of your head, and he placed it on the floor above your shoulder, using it to prop himself up as his other hand trailed down your side, squeezing as it reached your hip. You heartbeat raced, and you sighed into his mouth, bringing your hands to run up his chest; and then, unexpectedly, you were left lying cold and alone on the floor.
“I am… I’m sorry, Y/N, I do not know what came over me,” Loki apologized, kneeling on the floor between your legs. He began to stand up, but you rolled your eyes, grabbing the front of his shirt to prevent him from leaving. His gaze dropped to look at your hand, then traveled down your arm until they reached your face. He gave you a hesitant look, and you eased his doubt by pulling him back down to you, capturing his lips again. “Are you sure this is—” Loki asked between kisses, gasping when you tugged his bottom lip between your teeth. “What you want?” He finished his sentence when you let go of him, and he pulled his head back enough to see you.