Sorry for the short delay, but I couldn't update the chapter until now. There was some technical problem with FF and I couldn't log in...

Hope you enjoy it.

There were days when life made no sense at all. There were days that going on was a perfectly ridiculous notion. There were days that it was simply impossible to understand why we keep living a repeatedly monotonous and shallow life to fulfill society's expectations. Today was one of these days.

The raven-haired teenager woke up feeling gloomy. It was not the first time he woke up feeling like this, but today the melancholy felt stronger. Despite his first instinct being the one of lying in bed all day and sullen on sad thoughts, he forced himself to get up. Thor wasn't in the house. He hadn't returned last night and obviously had stayed at Jane's. This mere though tore him apart and Loki left to college without breakfast.

He went to classes, but was deaf to the teachers' voices. His mind was trapped in a depressive spiral of lonely thoughts. Did his parents ever want him? Did his brothers really care about him? Were his so-called friends truly friends or just people he knew and would disappear from his life the moment college ended? He skipped lunch, not wishing to have any kind of company. He wanted to be alone, despite feeling lonely. Loki decided he wasn't going to any classes anymore today and left campus. He walked without a purpose and eventually sat on a bench on a random street.

It was not easy living with a depression. Loki had grown used to waking up feeling gloomy, but the prospect of being with his friends at college usually cheered him up. Sometimes he woke up feeling strangely ecstatic, feeling thrilled to be alive. His happiness and optimism were then always contagious and the day would be shared with laugher among friends. And then there were days like today when even when the sky was its bluest and the sun shone its brightest, Loki's world would remain gray.

Loki had sat on the bench for many hours. He had earplugs on but listened to no music. He had a book on his lap, but didn't ready one word of it. His eyes followed cars moving around. He watched people going on about their lives, passing by him but never seeing him. He was invisible to them, another anonymous face. Loki was a stranger to them. Nobody knew him, and therefore nobody cared for him.

He watched the dry brown leaves being ripped off trees until they were naked and cold. His eyes followed the sun's journey through the sky. Today Loki felt dead. He was too numb to feel any emotion. All he could feel was an unpleasant emptiness in his heart, one he didn't even bother to try to figure out its origin. For today life sucked. The world mocked at him as people lived on their lives happily forever while he sank deeper in his own misery. They had a caring family, loyal friends and a loving partner. Today, Loki was alone. He had nothing and nobody.

The raven-haired young man could have sat on the bench till darkness fell. But the morning's blue sky became cloudier during the afternoon and by evening the sky was dark and heavy with rain. The weather became drizzly and Loki blinked when he felt the soft cold dampness touch his skin. His eyes followed people without an umbrella running to their homes, others walked protected from the rain but in no less hurry. A chill swept over his body when a cold wind blew harder. Loki decided to move away.

He didn't feel like going back to his apartment. He didn't know which was the worse prospect. Of finding it empty like this morning, or with Thor in it all happy and oblivious to his pain. Loki paced slowly without a destination. He just allowed his feet to carry him away to anyplace dry. He did not realize he was walking over the bridge until he was on the middle of it. He suddenly halted. A heavy silence befell around him. There was nobody in the streets. Evening had fallen earlier, bringing rain and darkness with it and people had all already fled to the warmth of their homes. Loki's gaze fixed on the bridge's border. He walked a few steps until he stood against the bridge's metallic railing. His eyes scanned the view. He could see the campus from here. Trees along the shores. Cars parked in front of houses. Yellow warm light in the windows.

Then Loki looked below. He stared at the never ending current of streaming waters. It had become a dark mass with shinny reflections on the small waves. Loki became strangely curious and bended slightly over. He wondered what the distance was between the water and the floor he stood on. He wondered how deep the river was, how fast the current was. Without thinking, he placed his feet between the metal net so he stood a step higher. His eyes never left the darkened water. His ears were entranced by the soft murmur of raindrops hitting the river's surface. Loki wondered how fast a fall would be. He wondered if it would hurt. He wondered if it would be fatal.

"Loki?"

The raven-haired man quickly jumped back to the ground and turned around with a startle. His eyes were widened as he suddenly woke up from his disturbing contemplation. His green gaze fell on the person that had called him out and his heart jolted from sheer embarrassment, guilt and fear.

"Natasha! I-I…" Loki stammered at the realization of what his behavior must have looked like. "I wasn't going…" He said while he gestured at the railing with a trembling hand. Natasha stood under a large black umbrella not far from him. She gave no answer but there was a wary look on her face, like if she was afraid to move and scare him off. An unsettling silence fell between them. Loki felt like the seconds stretched torturously into time. His heart was beating at a mad rate. He had no idea what to say or do next. Fortunately, Natasha's perspicacity saved him.

"Stark wants us to give a presentation about our project in tomorrow's class." She picked a subject that had nothing to do with what she had just witnessed and acted like nothing out the ordinary had happened. Loki's sigh of relieve was too evident not to be noticed, but Natasha ignored it.

"H-He wants what?" Loki asked, suddenly processing what Natasha had just said. "For tomorrow?!" He questioned outraged. He knew Stark was eccentric, but making a last-minute presentation in less than 24h pre-notice was certainly unacceptable. "Couldn't he have warned us earlier?" He complained but all Natasha did was shrug her shoulders.

"We better get it done as quickly as possible. Come, I live nearby." The redhead neutrally said and she turned to her apartment's direction.

"I thought you didn't want to work in our houses. Ever." Loki reminded, while he followed her still shocked with the news about Stark and the project, having completely forgotten about the bridge incident.

"We have no time to lose. I'll make it an exception this time." The walk to Natasha's apartment was short and done in an absolute uncomfortable silence. Loki, for being taller, held the umbrella that protected both of them from the rain. The physical closeness to the redhead only made things the more awkward. Fortunately they arrived her house in less than five minutes. "You can hang your coat over there."

The redhead indicated the hallway. Loki obeyed, still feeling mystified by the last-minute change from their Software and Programming teacher. But the initial confusion was starting to wear off, giving way to logic. Loki hung his black leather jacket and followed Natasha to the kitchen area. She was pouring food for an orange furred cat.

"Shit! I'm going to call him! If he thinks he can come up with last-minute tasks just because he fancies it, then he's dawn wrong! " Loki blurted out revolted. He stared bewildered at Natasha as she stood up, leaned with her back against the counter and looked at him with her arms crossed and a serious expression on her face. "What? Do you really think I will accept this bullshit?"

"I lied." Natasha calmly said while she let her arms drop.

"What?!"

"I lied." She repeated while she paced closer to him.

Natasha held her gaze on Loki's and read the utter confusion in the green eyes. He didn't move an inch when she stood right opposite him. He seemed to suspect what she wanted, although he couldn't understand why. Her hands gently held his shirt's collar and he allowed her to push him lower, while she stretched on the tip of her toes to meet his lips mid-way.

It was a soft kiss. One of such an outstanding gentleness, that Loki felt himself melt away at ghostly brush of lips. It had felt wonderful, perfect and Loki closed his eyes to savor the reminiscent of the small but marvelous touch. Natasha had her eyes still open and witnessed the serenity spread over his face. She kissed him again, and again, and again. Small dry and gentle kisses, soft sweet pecks that only lasted a second. They repeated the process for a very long time, Natasha taking the initiative and Loki simply following her. He knew better than to try and demand more. She was the one with control here and she would stop immediately should he disrespect her boundaries. And yet, he was enjoying the moment so greatly that it would have been enough for him to feel happy. Loki had never been kissed like this before. He never experienced anything this sweetly, this lovingly. It felt good. It felt right. And it was way better than all the passionate kisses he shared with the redhead in his mind.

After for what felt like minutes, one of Natasha's hands found Loki's cheek, the other his back. Loki carefully rested both his hands on the redhead's waist, his fingers barely touching her flesh. He knew he had no permission to go further than that. Their lips never stopped with the little indulges. A short while after, Natasha brushed her body against Loki's, increasing the physical contact, making him release a shaky gasp, the excitement building up in his body. His hands carefully traveled slowly between her waist and lower back. Natasha released an almost inaudible moan and departed her lips so they could add some energy to the kiss. It still took a while before she demanded space to enter Loki's mouth. Their tongues finally met. The feeling and taste of her warm interior only increased Loki's need to be even closer to the woman. His grip around her tightened so their bodies were pressed together and their mouths connected better. Natasha allowed the bold transgression and instead increased the passion in her kiss. After a delicious eternity, the kiss lost its power, returned to the soft pecking and their lips departed. They locked their gazes for the first time since their lips first touched. Natasha picked up their kiss where they had stopped and released a few soft gasps. She could feel Loki growing against her and gently broke the kiss. She took his hand on hers and guided the raven-haired man along the hallway.

They entered her bedroom and Loki had little time to discern the light wooded furniture and a few Russian posters on her wall. Natasha guided him to sit on her bed, his feet firmly on the ground. She sat on his lap, facing him, her legs wrapped around his waist. They took on where they had stopped, their lips and tongues working skillfully. The kiss was broken so Natasha could take off her shirt, but left her basic black bra on. Afterwards she undressed Loki's shirt, leaving him bare-chested and they continued with the kissing. Although their breathing became heavier, an indication the fire on their bodies was building up, the kissing continued unhurried. It took a while before Loki dared to search for Natasha's bra's opening and released it. They both gasped at the full contact of her breasts against his skin. Natasha placed his hands on them. She wanted Loki to play with them, to indulge her with pleasure, as much as he wanted. His skilled fingers caressed the delicate skin texture, traced the curvy lines, and drew the pink hard nipple before his lips connected with the sensible skin. Natasha pulled her head back, releasing a very soft but satisfied gasp. Their foreplay was tortuously slow but unbearably pleasurable.

While Loki gave attention to Natasha's breasts, her hand travelled down his chest, belly and slip under his pants. The raven-haired man gave a small flinch at the sensational enticing sensation and let a chuckle escape his lips. Oh, he was already quite hard. The redhead met his smile with a kiss and her finger's wrapped themselves around his hardened genital. The temperature in Loki's body shoot up suddenly. Natasha could feel him become restless from under her, his hips moving eagerly against her hand. His breathing was coming in gasps, his kisses becoming more fierce and erratic. She climbed off from him and removed her leader skirt, tights and panties. And so, she stood fully naked in front of Loki. Natasha could as well have told him she was a goddess of love and beauty, he would have believed it. Her skin had a perfect creamy shade and was surprisingly absent from any tattoos. She was short but her body was a perfection of molded curves and firm breasts.

Natasha signed with her head for him to undress himself too, which he did promptly, unable to believe he was going to have sex with Natasha Romanova. Meanwhile, she walked to the other side of the room and returned holding a condom between her fingers. There was a faint smile on her lips and Loki wasn't entirely sure if it was a confident one. He returned the smile, feeling nervous and excited at the anticipation of touching her intimately. He closed his eyes and suppressed a trembling gasp when she placed the rubber around his hard length and gave it a few strokes before sitting on his lap again. They locked their gazes, their noses brushing against each other, while Natasha lowered her body holding his cock, so it slipped into her wet warmness. Loki released a chocked moan and breathed hard as he refrained himself from moving immediately inside of her. He forced his mind to remind him it was Natasha who had control in this, it was she who made the rules. The rules he would follow blindly.

He moved tortuously slow and deep. Loki only moved his hips slightly, enough to meet Natasha's pace. They kissed tenderly for a long time, until their bodies picked up the speed, while the heat and the excitement grew between them. Loki's hips started moving faster and deeper from under Natasha, making her gasp loudly and meow softly. She pushed him down gently, guiding him to lay on his back and Loki watched entranced as the redhead danced the tango on top of him, her hands caressing his chest and belly. He was sure he never had had a more beautiful and fascinating partner as the small redhead. Natasha was a silent lover, but her expression betrayed the pleasure she was living. During an interval between their increasingly wild movements, Loki sat up again, needing to feel her close to him again, needing to kiss her passionately. Natasha allowed his advance and they kissed longingly, their tongues matching the speed of their hips, relishing the taste of their mouths. Their dancing was becoming more frantic and erratic. Loki could hear in Natasha's soft but louder moans she was nearing her climax. Her body was contracting and she seemed not to have the energy to match his speed anymore.

"Let me go on top of you." Loki whispered and Natasha nodded, her eyes darkened by overwhelming desire.

The last minutes were intense, the pounding faster and wilder, the intervals shorter, the temperature rising by the second. Natasha's body contracted and stilled completely for a few moments, while Loki pierced her mercilessly until a series of moans expressed the pleasure of Natasha's release. Loki came shortly after and they laid afterwards wrapped around each other, savoring the afterglow.