Sophie had only been there for three days, but she was beginning to think of Stark Tower as home. Leaving certainly wasn't going to be easy. Tony had arranged for her to take some time off work, so she could care for the fallen Prince of Asgard. Another sunny afternoon, she was sitting on a comfortable leather chair in the living room- catching up on some reading. Suddenly, she felt the chair become heavier and a cool presence by her side. A deep voice like silk broke her from the rest of her reading trance, glancing up at the handsome prince.

"Reading is also a favorite past-time of mine, you know." Loki said, looking at her. They were close together even though the chair was large.

A soft blush began to creep up Sophie's cheeks, and she smiled. "I'm not surprised. You had to have learned to talk like that somewhere." Thinking for a moment, she looked up a him. "Do you need something?" His body seemed to have healed entirely, which signaled to her that she wouldn't be needed soon- a sad fact.

Loki touched her chin, smirking a little. Gods, that smirk. "I can think of something, but it requires your willingness, as well."

She looked into his deep green eyes for a moment, her own hazel eyes containing a small measure of hesitance. This guy was a villain. Why hadn't she fallen for a good guy? Thor was attractive, even if he was kind of stupid on occasion. Tony even, would have been a better choice. Now, her heart was sure. She had to have Loki. "Well…" She began softly, a small sideways smile appearing on her own face. "I think I could arrange that." With a suddenness that he somehow didn't expect, she leaned up and closed the distance between their face- kissing his lips gently.

Not to be outdone, he wrapped his hands around her back and started to kiss back deeply, teeth nipping at her lips as tongue was included. That caused her to pull back, letting out a tiny cry of surprise. "Ouch!" She said, looking up at him. "What was that?" Her lips were bleeding a tiny bit, which made him give a devilish smile.

"What, no man has ever nipped you a bit before? I apologize- you've clearly been having the wrong kind of relationships." He laughed, and stood up. "I think…we should have some dinner tonight. Meet me on the roof tonight at eleven, and don't tell anybody. Otherwise, I might have to repeat that little incident." Loki added, smirking. "See you then." With that, he had made a quick departure- before she could protest.

Sophie frowned a little, but the date had already been made. Was there any choice? Since when was Loki so dominant? It was actually pretty sexy, not that she would admit it. There was definitely a choice, there had to. With that in mind, she decided to accept; now it was just the matter of what to wear. "Maybe something green? He always looks so damned handsome in that tunic. I really don't understand that." She mused, to herself. "How long has it been since a tunic has been in fashion?" He still managed to make it look so good- it wasn't fair.

The day went by much too quickly for her own tastes. Sophie still didn't know what to wear, and it was 10:45. She was digging through the guest closet, but didn't find anything suitable in the clothes that she had brought. Scrubs- that wasn't going to work on a date. There was a knock on the door, and she rose an eyebrow. Loki? No, they had agreed to meet. She peeked out the door, still in her bathrobe. "Hello?" Sophie squeaked, jumping a little when she saw Natasha.

Nat smiled a little. "Hey. Tony told me that Loki was acting like a freak on the roof, and I put two and two together. I know you're still pissed that I sliced his head open, so, surprise!" She said softly, holding out a lovely green dress with gold embroidering. "You're pretty good for him. Just make sure he doesn't get into too much mischief."

Sophie took the dress and hugged Natasha carefully, smiling. "Thank you, Natasha. I have to get dressed now, so I'll see you tomorrow." The woman nodded and took her leave, and Sophie truthfully felt very relieved. Something to wear. It only took a few moments to get dressed, she had already put up her long red hair in a loose bun, having carefully curled it. The only hairstyle she knew how to do for formal events was the kind she had done for prom. Her makeup was also done, so once she put her heels on, it was a mad dash up to the roof.

She barely made it in time. One minute until eleven, Sophie stepped out onto the roof. Loki looked up, crossing his arms in order to hide how absolutely pleased and smitten he was. She looked absolutely beautiful too.

"Good evening," He said formally, pulling out a chair for her. Once she sat down, he gently pushed it in and sat down across from her. "I was beginning to worry that you had turned me down."

Sophie shook her head slightly, taking his hand from across the table. "No, I wouldn't miss it for the world, Loki. Even if I am a little worried that you might throw me off, like Tony." She was joking, of course.

Loki couldn't help but chuckle a little, and he shook his head. "No, I wouldn't do that. You're far too pretty. Besides, I was in a state of emotional distress at the time. I hope spaghetti is to your liking, it's the only thing that I've been taught to make so far."

She arched an eyebrow, looking at the food. Then, shrugging, she took a bite. "It's good." It was kind of impressive that he had actually cooked this for her, instead of just summoning it. "It's cool that you didn't use your magic, either." She added gently, continuing to eat the pasta quietly. Maybe it wasn't the best meal she had ever had- but that was okay, the look on his face was worth it.

"Thank you," Loki said- thinking. This was a date, right? The city was lovely, but nothing compared to the way the lights of the city reflected onto her eyes- the real electricity. "Sophie…" He began, sounding oddly unsure for once in his life. His eyes gazed into hers for a moment, the soft light making his eyes shine too. "Have I ever told you how completely and utterly exquisite you are?" He smiled softly, not a smirk. It was just a genuine smile.

Sophie looked at him, blushing bright red. "I..no, I don't believe you've ever told me that. Thank you." She was genuinely surprised by the compliment. "However, you're not too bad looking yourself."

A soft laugh bubbled from the normally stoic male, a soft 'ehehe' sound that Sophie couldn't help but laugh with him, it was just so sweet and contagious. How could this man ever hurt a fly? "Loki," She said softly, suddenly became serious. "Why did you attack? Didn't you know you would hurt people…kill people?" Her soft smile had disappeared, as the thought troubled her.

Loki's smile disappeared as well. He was quiet for a long moment, thinking. "I suppose I knew, though I didn't realize at the beginning how fragile humans were. I was blind in my rage, and I wanted to prove myself. Call it a mistake of adolescence."

Sophie looked at him seriously, eating a noodle as she thought. "So you regret what you did?" This was important- she didn't want to date some sociopath with no hope of recovery. Of course he could always lie, but she got the sense that he was candid with her nearly all the time.

Loki looked out at the city for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, I believe I do. Somewhere inside me I knew I would never rule…I just couldn't cope." He sighed. "I apologize, Sophie. Is there something I can do to prove my loyalty to you? The last thing I want to do is hurt you." It seemed as though her questions had put a slight damper on the evening.

Sophie shook her head. "No, no, Loki. I know you won't hurt me. I forgive you, but it's going to take a lot longer for others to forgive you. Anyways, let's not ruin the night, okay? I have an idea." She stood up and took her own glass of wine towards the edge of the building, and sat down.

He stood and followed her, sitting down beside her with the wine as well. "Sophie…I care for you deeply." Loki didn't make eye contact with her. "I know I don't deserve your affections, but I crave them." Nervousness was obvious in his voice. "I…I know I'm- "

He was cut off by her lips being pressed to his, so he couldn't dig himself deeper. Wrapping her arms around him, she smiled and deepened the kiss. They both tasted like wine and she inhaled, breathing in his scent. He smelt faintly of pine needles, and that irresistible musky scent that seemed to be uniquely his. After a few more seconds, she pulled away and looked up at him. "Loki. I care for you too. Don't worry. I do."