Natasha Romanoff wasn't sure how she had found herself in this position.

Loki, god of mischief, and unfortunate adopted brother of Thor was lying face down on his plush red and gold silk sheeted bed, as she stood over him, hands poised above his bare back.

He wore merely a pair of black silk boxers. She might have to kill him if he told anyone of this.

It all had started at the last meeting…


"This is an outrage! He's crazy! He shouldn't be allowed to remain on earth." Tony practically yelled, losing his normal calm.

"Trust me mortal, I have no wish to stay here." Loki replied snidely, before Thor smacked him on the shoulder.

"He must remain to make penance for a time. It is our way. We compensate for damages. He will stand trial back on Asgard in two months time, by then the BIfrost will have been repaired." He glared at his brother, who merely shrugged.

"I think we can all agree on that. Tony, you'll just have to put up with him for a while. That's all. End of discussion." Nick Fury finished, his lone eye giving Tony no room for argument.

The next week, all the Avengers had met for a follow up, the only one's missing were Bruce and The Captain. Bruce had reached a breakthrough in his research about the Tesseract, as Dr. Selvig had been driven practically insane by Loki's possession, Bruce was their only hope.

The Captain, or Steve as he preferred, was visiting his hometown, Brooklyn, and had assured the team he wouldn't miss a mission, but wasn't up for 'Socializing…that leads to arguing.'

Nick Fury had understood, with a tight smile that the team tended to fight more than get along.

As Natasha had been walking out of the meeting room, Loki himself caught up with her, doing his best to make casual conversation, about nothing more cliché than the weather.

She turned to tell him to go jump out the window, but his bright green eyes stopped the words in her throat.

'You will forget what you were doing, and will follow me.' Years, months, weeks, days, hours of training all flew out the window instead of him. She was powerless to resist his magic.


Moments later she found herself stepping in two massive doors, leading to his stunning bedroom, that was truthfully 4 times the size of her city apartment.

Her jaw dropped, and she barely registered the feel of his hand at her lower back, ushering her in as he pushed the two doors shut.

His dark green cloak melted away, and he was in normal mortal clothing, but as he turned away she noticed him beginning to unbutton his black shirt.

She shook her head, the room becoming more focused, and no longer surrounded by a gold haze.

A growl rose in her throat,

"What's going on? Where am I?" she took a defensive stance, scanning the entire room.

His chuckling filled her ears, and she turned back to him, taken aback at the fact he had divested all his clothing, except his boxers, while she came to.

"My dear Russian spy, all I require are your massage skills, but you wouldn't listen to me even when I merely brought up the lack of cloud cover on our ship."

His face was truly handsome when he smiled, a genuine one, not his mischievous grins usually aimed at his brother in jest.

Her anger melted away.

She reached up to brush a stray strand of red hair behind her ear, and as she cracked her knuckles, she looked him in the eye,

"No more tricks. We're doing this my way. Lie down on the bed, try not to pass out."

He smirked at her one last time, before complying, and she stepped closer…her hands rubbed together to create warmth, and she held them above his back.


A/N: First chapter, heavily inspired by a fb RP conversation. I just thought, hey, what if it became a full story? Also partly driven by impatience for a Nat/Loki fanfic I was reading. Enjoy!