First off, if you're one of the many people waiting on me to update my HP Neville fic – I am sorry. I am trying REALLY hard to wrap it up, but life keeps getting in the way, and NaNo is this month so that's been eating up my time. BUT this was stuck in my head and wouldn't let me properly write until it got out. So, here you go, enjoy!

Note: Marvel owns all these characters (including Loki much to my dismay) I have no claim over them and make no profit off them either.

Rated M for obvious reasons. This is pure out lemon smut goodness. SERIOUS DARK WORLD SPOILERS as it takes place immediately after the end credit scene.

When Thor had left to be with Jane, it was only a matter of time until Loki's plan was in action.

He'd killed Odin, obviously, and for a few days had continued his charade as he made the necessary laws and provisions he would need to "legally" claim the throne once he dropped his disguise. First, he announced that he had been in contact with his son, who everyone believed to be dead – he explained how Loki had faked his death, wanting to be remembered with honor and dignity by his people after what he had done. He had wanted to show remorse. But he was alive and had no idea what to do next, and Odin decided to let everyone in on the truth – that Loki was not dead and was actually a hero who had saved his brother's life.

He fully pardoned his poor, disgraced son Loki, who was just misguided and had been jailed with trumped up charges that had been exaggerated to keep him imprisoned, and he convinced the people that Thor had given up his claim to the throne to be with Jane. That part was somewhat true of course. Still, he doubted many people would actually believe it if he, Loki, told the people that his brother had retreated to Earth.

In fact, Thor had surprised him with his declaration of love for Jane. What was so fascinating about that simple mortal girl? He was never going to understand it. He'd only ever felt any sort of affection towards one girl in his life, and…well, she was going to hate him after he revealed his true self.

Although if given the chance, he wouldn't mind making that Natasha girl from Earth his queen. She was a human of course, but a good looking human, there was no denying that.

Finally, his plans were all in place, and a week after Thor left the realm to be with his mortal, Loki put the final part of his plan into action. He conveniently created a double of himself who came back to be reunited with his father, only to find him dying in his chambers the next day. No one bothered to check and make sure the Loki clone was actually real in all the haste around Odin and his sudden ill health.

He faked his death the next day, and brought the real body of his adoptive father to his chambers and made the switch. He could now be his true self once again – no more hiding behind Odin's face.

Next was the acting bit – many people doubted his pardon, of course, but it was hard to argue with the king. Now he had to make them believe they had truly reconciled before his death, crying and acting as though he was heartbroken over the death of his father. After the funeral, when his counsel came to remind him of the newly written law reinstating him to the throne, he knew that his plan was complete. The takeover was done. Thor was on Earth, not paying any heed to Asgard and what was happening there – he had Jane.

And now, Loki had Asgard.

Of course, there were four very annoying people in his court who doubted him.

He knew that the Warriors Three and Lady Sif would not buy that Odin had taken Loki in under his wing just before his death. Still, people in the court kept insisting that no foul play had ensued – after all, Loki was clearly seen being brought into the palace by guards when Odin was dying! He tried not to smirk every time he heard them say that. After all, had they learned nothing of the God of Mischief? They should have seen it coming a mile away! Simple fools.

After his coronation party, as he was retreating to his chambers, he was ambushed by the Warriors Three, much to his surprise. He hadn't expected them to make such a bold move against him – after all, he was legally king now. He could have them killed in an instant. He had also been deep in thought, trying to figure out if Heimdall was a threat or not that needed to be taken out. One second, he'd been thinking about how he didn't need that foolish guardian tattling to Thor on Earth about what was happening – the next, the blonde haired egomaniac he had once called his friend was pinning him against a wall.

"You've done something, Loki. You're behind all these new laws and Odin's change of heart – I just know it!" Fandral hissed as he pushed Loki up against a wall, a dagger pressed against his throat. Loki simple laughed as the other two warriors closed in behind their friend, ready to stop him if he escaped.

"Really, Fandral? Threatening your new king before he's even been on the throne a day? That's not very noble of you – especially after I helped you and Thor so recently," he reminded them.

"You may have been with Thor and aided him in the downfall of Malekith, but don't think that can make up for a lifetime of betrayal," Volstagg grunted. Loki just chuckled again. He knew that it angered them when he smirked and laughed in their faces like this.

"Do you not remember how I faked my death? How I sacrificed myself for my brother? Clearly Odin saw that I had redeemed myself – how would he feel now, if he knew his most trusted warriors were threatening him and doubting his word?" he asked them. He knew that he had struck a nerve, and Fandral quickly dropped him to his feet. Loki grinned. This was easier than he'd thought.

"Good boy, Fandral," he taunted him. Volstagg pushed the blonde warrior out of the way so he was facing Loki.

"Listen here, Loki – if we find out that anything here is amiss, you can be assured that I will gladly follow through on my threat to kill you," he told him. Loki just chuckled and shook his head.

"Well unfortunately Lady Sif has first dibs on that. Speaking of, where is she? Not here to taunt me like a child being bullied on a playground like the rest of you?" he asked.

"It's none of your business where she is – and we came here alone," Fandral told him. Loki just shrugged.

"No matter. Whether it's the three of you or the Lady Sif as well, if you think you can bully me out of the throne, you're sorely mistaken," he told them. At that moment, two palace guards appeared walking through the hall, and he called out to them.

"Excuse me, guards? Please escort these noble warriors back to their homes – they've had far too much to drink and I fear they'll do something stupid if they don't go home and get some rest," he told them. Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked back to his chambers, smirking to himself as he went.

He had been in his room for no more than ten minutes when he heard someone enter his chambers. It was the Lady Sif, and she looked outraged.

"Where have you sent the Warriors Three?" she demanded. Loki laughed and stood from the desk where he was sitting, pouring over defensive plans of the city. No matter what side he was on, there was no denying that the Dark Elves had done some serious damage to the defensive shield surrounding the palace.

He turned to her and smirked. "First, I believe you're missing the "my lord" at the beginning of that sentence. As I am now your king, you must address me as such," he said with a teasing smile. She ignored him and continued to look furious, and he grew serious as he addressed her actual question.

"What do you mean? I simply sent them home," he explained.

She opened her mouth as if to retort, and then closed it. "Are…are you serious? You haven't banished them?" she asked.

"No, why would I banish them?" Loki asked sincerely. Sif had no answer and she just shook her head.

"I don't…well, when I couldn't find them…"

"You jumped to conclusions."

"Well how can you blame me?" she exclaimed. The last time she had let her friends out of her sight with Loki around, Thor had ended up banished to Earth.

"No, I suppose not. Don't worry, I have no intention of sending you or your friends away," he said dismissively, waving his hand as if to dismiss her. He didn't care what happened to the warriors or to Sif.

Then again, he knew he was lying when he thought that. He had been hoping, just a bit, that once Odin pardoned him, Sif and the others might come to accept him again. But he had been a fool, again – how did he ever think that they'd welcome him back with open arms?

That was all he had ever wanted. To have power and to be surrounded by admirers. As Sif turned to leave, he turned to her and asked her a question that had been plaguing him for ages. He wasn't sure what inspired him to ask the question, but perhaps now that he had won, gotten himself on the throne –he could spare a moment of weakness. Of a tiny bit of weakness.

"Sif – did you ever consider me a friend?" he asked.

She stopped and turned slowly to face him. She looked confused as if she didn't understand the question. That made him worried – he knew she was going to give him the answer that he dreaded.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Back before…well, before things got complicated," he said, pausing as he spoke. She obviously knew what he was referring to – before he'd discovered his true heritage, banished his brother, tried to destroy the mortal world – it was hard to remember a time when they had considered each other comrades instead of enemies.

"Yes," she said simply.

"I don't believe you. You'd easily kill me if I were ever to betray you or your friends," he reminded her, turning his back and looking at the plans again. How was he going to fix this defense system? Yes, that was what he should be thinking of right now – not the pain in his heart as he tried not to look at Sif, whose opinion he valued more than anyone else's. Even his mother's.

No, not Mother, not Frigga – that would surely make him angry if he let his thoughts wander there.

"You are putting words in my mouth. I can't speak for Fandral and the others…" Sif said, her voice trialing off as she spoke. So, that answered his question about them. He knew that the warriors would have no hesitations about killing him. He was the one who was the odd man out in the group – he'd just been tagging along. Thor was the real ringleader. He was the one who led them, not Loki. He was just…there.

"Well what of you then? Are you saying you really considered me a friend?" Loki asked, turning to her again and glaring, as if daring her to lie to him.

"At one point, yes, I did!" Sif exclaimed. "But not anymore – you're not my friend. I can never trust you again. You've let your lust for power go to your head, and you think that is the only thing in this world worth having. A throne to rule, that's all you care about now. Years ago we may have been friends, but not now. The man I am looking at right now – that's not the young boy I grew up with," she told him angrily.

Loki finally brought his eyes to hers, looking at her expression with interest. He realized that she was upset – genuinely upset. In fact, she looked like she was going to cry.

"What if I told you that…it was true? All of it? About Thor, about me sacrificing my life for his…" Loki asked her. He looked away from her, unable to stare at her for too long. He didn't want her to look at him that way. Like she was mourning a soul that she'd lost long ago.

"How can I trust you? After all you've done?" Sif asked him. Loki sighed and turned back to her.

"You can't. But I'm asking you now to trust me – those things happened. They truly did. I don't care if anyone believes me, but I want you to know that I'm telling the truth," he explained. Sif wrinkled her eyebrows.

"Why me, Loki?" she asked.

"I know how you feel about Thor," he said bitterly. "It's obvious. You look at him as if he were a piece of meat primed for eating," he grumbled. He tried not to picture her with that look on her face. It hurt too much. "So I'm telling you, not as a leader, not as a liar, but…as a friend. He did really leave for Jane. And I did nearly die on the battlefield for him, so he could get away with her and stop the Dark Elves," he told her.

Sif remained silent for quite some time. Finally, after moments of silence, where Loki kept his back to her the entire time, staring at his plans, he heard her speak.

"Thank you Loki. For telling me the truth," she said softly.

He turned around in alarm. He could hear in her voice that she had begun to cry, and sure enough, as he looked at her, he saw her wiping away tears. No, no no no, she couldn't cry. Not here. Not in front of him. It pained him to see her emotionally wrecked like this. He had decided long ago that he was going to just let her go, let her pursue her love for Thor, and not torment himself with his unrequited love for her anymore. But when she cried – he forgot all the promises he'd made to himself.

He hurried over to her and scooped her up in his arms. She let out a small gasp of surprise before resting her head on his shoulder, wiping her tears on his jacket. He didn't mind if she just used him as a handkerchief. He just wanted her to feel better.

"What are you doing?" she asked him, her voice muffled as she talked into his shoulder.

"What? You said we were friends once – can a friend not help another friend while they're crying?" he asked. She pulled back from him and looked at him in shock, her eyes still swimming with tears.

Without another word, she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him towards her, sealing his lips with her own. Without even thinking, he kissed her back, tasting the sweet taste of her on his tongue. Suddenly, in a moment of realization, it hit him all at once what was happening and he pulled away.

"Sif! What are you…have you lost your mind?" he demanded. He was torn between wanting to demand she leave his sight for embarrassing him so and putting him on the spot – the other half of his brain, particularly the part that controlled the lower half of his body, wanted to grab her and kiss her hard and pull her straight to his bed, which was just a few feet away.

"Loki, please," she said softly. Loki realized what was happening and he felt his heart sink. Sif never exposed her weaknesses – it was the part of her that made him absolutely crazy about her. She was strong and resilient. Why was she showing him how vulnerable she was right now?

She was shaking like a leaf. The rationale part of Loki's brain was telling him that she was only doing this because of what he had said about Thor. She couldn't possibly know that Loki had actually harbored feelings for her for years. After all, who could blame him? She was not only drop dead gorgeous, but she could level a whole battlefield of Frost Giants by herself. What was there to not love about her?

And now, here she was – the only one he had right now who actually was showing him kindness and compassion. It was enough to make him fall in love all over again.

"What are you asking me, exactly?" he asked, although he felt he already knew what she was going to say. He just had to hear her say it – to confirm it was real and he wasn't just imagining things.

"You know what I'm asking," she said softly, wiping away the last of her tears. Once again, she looked defiant and strong. She was pushing aside the heartbreak of Thor and going after what she wanted – which at the moment seemed to be him. If she couldn't have Thor, why not Loki?

Damnit, it was all because of Thor. Again. Everything was always about him.

But, as of right now, he didn't care about that. He would worry about that later. Right now, Sif was in front of him, asking him for the one thing he'd dreamt of and imagined but never thought would actually become reality.

Roughly, he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him, kissing her deeply and passionately. He raised a hand and waved it, closing the doors to his chambers and locking them so no one would interrupt. Perhaps he was also doing it so that she couldn't easily escape if she changed her mind.

As their tongues tangled with each other, he stumbled backwards, pulling her onto the bed with him. She lifted the bottom of his jacket and slowly pulled it off of him, exposing the pale skin and lean muscles. Loki was never the strongest of the group – in fact, it was almost embarrassing how physically weak he was compared to the rest of the warrior clan - but that didn't mean he didn't have the body of a god. She leaned down and kissed his throat, sucking at the skin as if determined to give him a hickey.

Well, he wasn't having any of that childish nonsense. If she wanted to be ravished like a lady – he was going to take her like a man. And men did not get hickeys.

With a quick movement, he managed to turn her over so she was on her back. Smirking at her, he leaned down and nibbled her earlobe, causing her to giggle. Sif, the great Lady Warrior, giggling at his kiss? It was something he never thought he'd see.

His hands traveled down her arms and moved to her back, hastily undoing the strings holding her corset together. Once that annoying piece of clothing was gone, he took her loose blouse and yanked it off over her head, tossing it aside nonchalantly. Immediately he took her bosom in his hand, squeezing it and earning him a moan from his lovely siren. Spurred on by her arousal, he leaned down and kissed her chest, sucking on her nipple and biting down slightly, earning him yet another moan. Each noise he got her to make spurred him on, helping him continue the current lie he was telling himself – that she was fully, totally his, and he was hers.

He kissed down her abdomen and got to her britches, untying those damn strings again to help him finally reveal her full nakedness. As his fingers worked, she pulled him close for another kiss, running her hands through his dark hair. She bit his lip and forced her tongue into every nook and cranny of his mouth, moaning and groaning into him.

In all the scenarios he'd imagined, he had never thought she'd be this loud. He liked it. A lot.

Finally he got those damn pants off of her, and he pulled them down her milky flesh. Just as he was sliding them past her claves, she surprised him by wrapping her legs around him and pulled him down towards her before flipping him on his back. He should have known she'd use her fine acrobatic skills in bed. He growled under his breath as she kicked off the last of her leggings, which fell to the floor with her boots as they landed with a small thud on the floor. She was completely naked now, straddling him, and she leaned down to kiss him.

After a few playful bites on his lips, Loki felt Sif grind her pelvis against his rock hard member, still incased in his trousers. He let out a low moan and dug his fingernails into her side.

"My my, Lady Sif, you like to tease don't you?" he whispered with a smirk in her ear. He heard her chuckle as she bit on his earlobe.

"Seems only fitting, to tease the God of Mischief," she replied softly before ramming her pelvis into him again, causing him to moan loudly.

"Do you not worry that the guards will hear you?" he found himself asking. He was unsure why he said it, but he was giving her a last chance to get out of this; a last chance to come to her senses and leave, if she wanted to. Normally, he wasn't one to give so many chances.

"I want them to," she replied. Oh my. That hadn't been the answer he was expecting.

Grabbing her dark hair, he sat up and yanked her head back, exposing her neck and sucking the milky skin like she had been doing previously. He bit down on her collarbone, causing her moan loudly. Now that Loki was certain that she wasn't going to turn and run, and she was enjoying herself, he was ready to get a bit rougher with her.

He pushed her on her back and grabbed her thighs, pushing them apart. He smirked at her, giving her a devilish grin as he kissed her belly button. Slowly, he trialed kisses down her legs and to her feet, then making his way back up. He paused, knowing full well where she expected him to go. He let his lips hover over her opening, although it was hard to restrain himself – she was wet and swollen, waiting for him, but he wanted to savor this moment and make her pay for her teasing.

"Hmm, I had no idea I had this affect on you," he told her. She just let out a low moan and he playfully ran a few fingers over her clit. She gasped and bucked her hips, but he made no movement to go any further.

"Come on, what are you doing?" she groaned. Loki smirked at her, giving her that devilish grin that she knew all too well.

"Just a little payback is all," he said softly, kissing the inside of her thigh again. She bucked her hips again, but Loki wasn't going to cave. Although he made a mental note that he was going to have to get these pants off soon – they were getting extremely uncomfortable.

"Oh shut up, just do it," she hissed at him. He let out a low chuckle and very softly touched his tongue to her clit, pulling back immediately.

"Do what?" he asked. He wanted to hear her say it. To hear her beg for it – the woman who never begged for anything…

"God, Loki, please, just…come on," she said, her resolve crumbling but still not giving away completely. Well, ok, he would revisit this later…they hadn't even gotten to the main show yet, after all.

Slowly he slid a finger into her folds, causing her to yell out in anticipation. He slipped another finger in and used his thumb to rub that precious bundle of nerves. She was bucking her hips into his hand, trying to spur him on faster. He could feel his own excitement growing, but knew that he was going to have to take his time with her. Sif wasn't just a woman you slept with once and forgot about. He was going to make this memorable.

He moved forward and finally stuck his tongue into her opening. She let out another loud groan and her hands were in his hair, pulling and trying to push him closer and urge him on. He sucked and nibbled and made sure to move his thumb up and down on her clit, causing her to continue to buck into him. He could see her throwing her head back, grabbing for the sheets, and he could sense she was close. So he stopped and pulled back.

She looked at him in shock, looking like she might have punched him if she was sitting up.

"What….why…"

"You still haven't asked me for it…so I won't give it to you," he said simply, growling in her ear as he kissed her earlobe. He could feel her heartbeat increase against his chest, and suddenly, he was on his back.

She'd pushed him off of her, straddling him and playing with the fastenings on his leggings. In a matter of seconds, the pants were off, and they were both completely exposed to each other. He saw her eyeing his member with greedy lust and for some reason, he felt a bit insecure. He'd brought many women to his chambers over the years, of course, but this was Sif. She was different. It made him feel so…exposed as she stared at him like that.

His insecurities vanished instantly however as she bent down and took him in her mouth, sucking on the tip of his cock and reaching down to rub that tender part of flesh near the base, causing him to shudder violently. He had never felt such a sensation before. He watched her head bobbing up and down, with her black hair framing her face. She kept up her movements, taking him much deeper into her mouth than he thought she could, and as the sensations increased in pleasure, he could feel himself nearing the edge. He didn't want to finish this early, not when there was still so much they could do, but it was a feeling unlike any orgasm he'd had before, surely it wouldn't take long to recharge if he just let her finish…

Right before he hit the brink, she pulled away from him. He let out an angry growl and grabbed her by her hair, pulling her up to him and kissing her roughly. She groaned into his lips and straddled her hips over his abdomen, letting him feel her wetness against his naval. Damn this woman for making him feel so good and ripping it away from him.

"How do you like that?" she whispered to him, smiling against his lips. He didn't answer and instead flipped her over again.

"I see what you're trying to do, my lady," he said softly, kissing her neck and slowing down the pace for a bit. Payback wasn't unlike her. That didn't matter, he was still going to have her begging for it before he did anything. He didn't know if he'd ever have this chance again – he wanted to hear her screaming her name.

He pressed his tip against her, and she stared at him defiantly, wiggling her hips and trying to position herself closer to him. He leaned down and kissed her, pulling back and stopping himself from touching her wet center. She groaned and he bit her lip before pulling out of the kiss and smiling.

"Just say the word," he said softly, moving down her body and back to her breasts. He would take his sweet time with her if that was how she wanted to play this. He moved his erection closer to her opening again, barely touching her. She let out a gasp of anticipation and he could see the wheels turning in her brain. Was it worth it to let down her guard, to admit defeat, to beg for him and for his pleasure?

He pulled away again, running his hands over her naval and ending at her ears, tucking her dark hair behind them. They made eye contact and Loki felt a leap in his heart – in that moment, no matter what else she felt, she only felt feelings for him. His beautiful, strong, courageous, intelligent…absolutely perfect Sif. She was with him right now, caring only for him, wanting only him…

"Never," she said defiantly, and a grin broke out on her face. He growled and kissed her neck roughly, biting down on her collarbone again before plunging a hand between their bodies. He located her folds quickly and lightly brushed his hands over them.

"Go on, Sif," he said roughly, pressing his tip against her entrance again. She arched her back and groaned, and he had to stop himself from entering her right then and there. The wetness on his cock was almost too much and he almost lost his resolve. His patience paid off, and she looked back at him, grabbing him and kissing him hard and passionately

"Fuck me, Loki. Please, god, just do it…" she groaned against his lips. He smirked and bit her lip, and in one swift movement, entered her hard and fast, pressing into her as far as he would go.

She let out such a yell of pleasure that he nearly lost it. He had never in a million years thought he would be here right now, inside of her, feeling her encased around him. He began to move slowly inside her and she bucked her hips against him, biting her lip and trying to stop herself from making too much noise.

"I thought…you wanted them…to hear," Loki said in between thrusts. He was still moving slowly, not only to prolong the sensation, but to also stop himself from tipping over that edge too fast. He leaned forward and kissed her before reaching his hands between their legs again, stroking her clit with his thumb. She let out a yell and wrapped her legs around his body, drawing him in closer.

He rubbed her clit a few more times, and suddenly, in the middle of his thrust, she reached her peak and let herself surrender to the pleasure. She gasped and threw her head back, letting out a yell as her walls tightened around him. He stopped himself and steadied himself with his hands, hovering over her. Panting, he slid out of her slowly, watching as she came down from her orgasm. She was sweating and her hair was sticking slightly to her forehead, and he pushed it away gently with his thumb.

"I take it you're satisfied?" he said with a smirk, kissing her shoulder. She nodded and pulled him towards her for another kiss.

She regained her vigor and strength quickly, and she managed to turn him on his back. She ran her fingers lightly over his member, causing those lovely sensations to run through his body again, and suddenly in one swift moment, she had mounted him.

She ground her hips into him and he let out a low moan. Did she want him to yell out and beg for her now? It didn't seem so – she had an animalistic look about her that told him that she was yet again trying to satisfy her own cravings for him. She leaned back and he got a full view of her body, from her muscular legs to her flattened abs, to her beautiful breasts bouncing slightly as she rode him and bucked into him. It was exhilarating.

For those few moments, they were lost in each other as she rode him and bounced on top of him, causing him so much pleasure he thought he might pass out. After a few minutes of her slowly riding him, varying her pace to tease him, he grabbed her close to him and took charge again. He took her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He quickened his pace, going faster than he had before, and he could see her nearing the edge again. She threw her head back again and he kissed her neck sensually.

"Sif," he said softly into her ears, and it earned him a moan. He wasn't saying her name to spur her on or to tease her, to show that he had some sort of power over her…he said it because he loved her. He had always loved her, and he wanted to say her name while making love to her. She dug her fingernails into his back, bucking her hips against him.

"Oh, Loki, ohh…" she said in reply. Hearing his name come from her lips in such a moment of passion spurred him on, and he moved faster inside her, harder and faster. She let out groans and moans of pleasure as he pounded into her hard, alternating rough and sensual thrusts as her nails ran over his back.

Her orgasm came suddenly again, rocking her whole body and causing her to yell out his name in a moment of passion and weakness. She dug so deeply into his back with her fingernails and he was sure she would leave marks, but he didn't care. He felt her walls tighten around him again and he quickened his pace. She pulled him close, and after a few more thrusts, he succumbed to his orgasm as well, yelling out her name with the same vigor she had screamed his moments earlier. As they rode out the waves of their climaxes, he felt like he was going to collapse – the room was spinning, and he thought he might fall asleep right then and there.

He rolled out of her and to his side, breathing heavily. His body was caked in sweat and his hair was matted and messy against the nape of his neck, but he didn't care. He turned to his side and took in the view of Sif from this angle. She had her eyes closed, breathing heavily as well, her chest and massive breasts heaving up and down as she breathed. Her hair was splayed around her in an angelic sort of way, and Loki thought that he had never seen a sight more beautiful in his entire life.

"Sif?" he said softly. She made a small grunt in reply and he found himself smiling. He scooted closer to her and took her in his arms, and to his surprise, she didn't protest. Instead, she slid into his arms as if she was made specifically to fit there in his grip.

"Are you…not going to leave?" he asked. She opened her eyes and looked at him in shock.

"Do you want me to?" she asked softly. He shook his head frantically.

"No no no! I just…I didn't think you'd…" his voice trailed off. Oh great. Now he didn't know what to say to her. They'd just been intimate with each other, as intimate as two humans could get with one another, and there was no going back from that. What could he possibly say now that she had seen him at his most vulnerable?

"If I try and move now, I may just pass out," she said with a small smirk, snuggling herself into his arms once again. Loki was in shock. She was actually accepting the invitation to lay here and spoon with him, to share his bed, to spend the night…

He tightened his grip on her and pulled her close, kissing her earlobe as she drifted off to sleep. He wasn't sure what exactly would happen the next morning. Perhaps she'd be gone when he woke up, crying somewhere over Thor again. Maybe she'd still be there, but she'd be embarrassed.

Or maybe, just maybe, she'd be there in the morning in his arms…happy to see him, just like he always wished she would be.