Two weeks had passed since Thor had been brought back from the dead by Loki. Within the short passage of time, the Avengers hadn't been very busy as far as crime-fighting went. Nick Fury had decided that the safest place for the Infinity Gauntlet was in Odin's possession back on Asgard. Keeping such a dangerous object around made him wary, especially while Thanos was on earth with them all. The way Thanos seemed to be tolerant of his lockdown also worried him. In an effort to destroy the current power of the gauntlet, he kept three of the gems locked up to remain with him.

"I shall bring this to my parents!" promised Thor as Fury handed the gauntlet off to him. Thor also saw this as an opportunity to bring Loki and Natasha back for another visit, as they had promised.

"Visiting your parents?" Natasha asked Loki after he had casually brought it up over breakfast.

"You don't seem thrilled over the plan," he noticed.

"No, it's not that," she continued. "They seem nice." She didn't understand why she was so bothered by the idea. The fact that she didn't grow up with parents had never bothered her before. Had that even been the real reason?

"Was it my Father's mentioning of marriage?"

Natasha froze while in mid-chew of one of Thor's Pop-Tarts. The more she thought about it, the more strange it felt. She couldn't see herself marrying again, not after Alexei. The overall idea of being a wife and having a baby left her weirded out. She was the Black Widow-a spy, an assassin. She wasn't a wife or mother.

"I'm correct, aren't I?" he grinned.

She shrugged and began to break apart what was left of the Pop-Tart.

"Do you not want to be made my wife?" He rested his chin on his hand as he observed her gestures.

"It sounds weird when you put it like that. Like I'm your property or something." He eyes narrowed as she stared down at her plate.

"Does marriage intimidate you?" he wondered. "Unless there is someone else…" He raised a brow.

She rolled her eyes. "You already know the answer, Loki. It's just you and me." She looked up at him. "I'd rather not think about marriage now. It feels strange."

"You never know- Odin may change his mind and make me King, leaving you to be my Queen," he mused.

"Don't let it go to your head," she warned him. "I'll visit your parents with you, ok? The wedding talk can come later."

He chuckled quietly. "Agreed."

Later that evening, Loki, Natasha, and Thor had gone to Asgard. The first order of business was to hand the Infinity Gauntlet back to Odin. The group had then gathered for dinner together and Natasha began to feel more at ease-mostly because there was no mention of marriage or the baby, strangely enough.

"You should stay the night," Frigga suggested as dinner finished up.

"That would be wonderful, Mother!" Thor proclaimed.

Loki looked to Natasha.

"I'm okay with it," she replied. "Thank you for everything," she politely added.

"And this is my bedroom." Loki led Natasha into his bedroom to finish up their tour.

Natasha looked around the plain, yet ornate room. There were shelves filled with books, a desk, and a king-sized bed with dark green satin sheets. "It suits you," she commented as she began to examine her surroundings. Everything was kept neat and orderly.

He removed his black leather coat and hung it over his desk chair. "I'm sure my Mother will have something for you to wear for the night," he continued. "Wait here while I find her," he smiled.

Natasha occupied herself with flipping through some of the books. Many seemed to be spell books and some weren't even in English.

Minutes later, Loki returned with a white gown of silk and sheer fabrics. "Here you are. I'm sure it should fit."

She looked up from a book as he presented it to her and she tensed up. The dress seemed simple enough, but it still looked fancy enough to be a wedding dress. Again, the idea of marriage was still hanging over her head.

He smiled, "I couldn't find something simpler than this."

"No, I'll wear this. I'll have to thank your Mother," she said as she accepted it from him.

"You'll have to do so in the morning. My parents seem to be elsewhere…"

"So you stole this from her? Great," she sarcastically remarked.

"My Mother seems fond of you," he assured her with a smile.

"She didn't say much during dinner," she noted.

Loki fell silent. "They didn't seem themselves tonight."

"Are they okay?" she wondered, rolling the dress up in her arms.

He nodded and went to sit on the four-poster bed. "They seemed more concerned for Thor and happenings on Midgard…"

Natasha took a seat beside him. "Are you okay?"

"Fine." He reached out to touch her hair. "What say you change into that dress?"

She could sense a worried vibe coming off him.

"Allow me to assist you with getting rid of these clothes." He smirked and his hands pulled off her black jacket.

"Right now?" she asked. At least he seemed more himself now.

"It's been too long," he slyly reminded her.

She rolled her eyes and pulled her shirt off for him. "It's been less than a week."

"Six days far too long," he corrected her.

She couldn't help but laugh. He was seeming a bit desperate for her.

He unclasped her bra, a skill he had perfected during his time spent with her. "These have gotten bigger, have they not?" he asked as his hands cupped her breasts.

"A little," she gasped. Her breasts had not only felt sore as of recent, but extra sensitive. The very touch of Loki's hands against her chest had made her feel more easily aroused.

Loki caught on to the sensitivity of her breasts and he began taking advantage of this. He ran his tongue across a nipple, making her shudder. His breath was hot against her bare skin. Gently, he began to suckle on her breast.

"Loki!" she moaned. She found herself grabbing his hair and pulling him closer to her chest.

He winced slightly at the pain in his head and decided to move on to other parts of her body. He pulled down her pants and she began to unfasten his. The two were soon naked and clinging to each other as if for dear life. Loki had Natasha pinned down to the mattress as he took pleasure in fingering her clit.

"Just fuck me." She was practically begging to him for it by now.

This made Loki's smile widen and he gave in to her desires. "You can't hold out for as long, can you?" he asked. Already, he had made her cum twice. "How sensitive your body has become," he noticed. He readied himself at her entrance and thrusted in.

Her nails dug into his back as she cried out his name.