Author's Note: Hi again to all my lovely readers! This is a short little chapter filled with super-fluff. Seriously, I must have been in a really romantic mood when this came pouring out haha. There's hardly any plot to this one, just a gooey little moment for Loki and Rika ;) Hope you all like it.

Disclaimer: Nothing you recognize is mine; it all belongs to Marvel, I'm just playing in their sandbox. The only thing I own is my OC.

A soft knock sounds on the door to my quarters. "One minute!" I call out as I hurriedly put on a pair of dark grey leggings and pull a light blue tunic over my head. I walk briskly over to the door and pull it open, a grin spreading across my face when I see Loki leaning against the doorframe, looking very handsome in a pair of black pants and a dark green shirt; he smiles lopsidedly down at me.

"You're early," I say, stepping aside to let him enter.

"I couldn't keep myself away," he replies smoothly, grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it.

I smile happily. "Have a seat while I finish getting dressed."

Loki nods and settles on the couch in my sitting room, and I slip through the door into my bedchamber. I grab a black belt and cinch it around my waist, pull on a pair of soft leather knee-high black boots, and sweep my long hair into a high ponytail.

Loki looks up as I reenter the sitting room. He smiles softly. "You look lovely."

A light blush creeps into my cheeks. "Thank you, Loki."

"Shall we, my dear?" he asks, getting to his feet and offering me his arm. I take it and he leads me out of my chambers, down the hallway, and out into the palace gardens.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

Loki simply smiles impishly and and replies, "You'll see."

"Loki!" I whine playfully, tugging on his arm. He arches one eyebrow at me. "Fine," I sigh dramatically. "We'll do it your way."

"Glad to hear it," he says, coming to a halt. He pulls a length of soft silk out of his pocket and holds it out in front of him. "Turn around."

"What?"

He grins mischievously. "Turn around." I comply, turning my back on him. He reaches around me and places the fabric over my eyes, securing it with a knot at the back of my head. "Can you see anything?"

I shake my head. "No."

"Good."

I laugh softly. "Alright. Why is that good?"

Loki chuckles. "You'll see."

"No I won't," I deadpan. I can picture Loki shaking his head as he chuckles again.

"Come on, you," he says, taking my arm and leading me...somewhere.

We have been walking for about ten minutes when Loki stops again, and I expect him to remove my blindfold. Instead, I feel him place one arm behind my back and the other behind my knees, and a second later he scoops me off my feet and cradles me against his chest.

"I don't want you to trip down here," he says, and I can feel him walking down a hill. A few minutes later the ground seems to level out and Loki sets me back on my feet. I feel him brush past me and come to a stop in front of me. He presses a soft kiss to my temple as he reaches around and undoes the knot holding the blindfold in place.

As the silk falls away I see Loki standing in front of me holding a single pale yellow lily, which he tucks into my hair. He then steps to the side, allowing me to take a look at our surroundings. I gasp quietly. We are standing in a gorgeous little clearing in the palace woods; the sunlight filters through a canopy of emerald leaves above us, and there is a small clear blue pool off to the left, fed by a narrow waterfall.

"Loki, this is so beautiful," I breathe. "I've never seen this place before."

Loki takes my hand and leads me to sit down on the soft grass by the pond. "I don't think many people have. My mother told me about it and I wanted to share it with you." He brushes his fingers gently down my cheek, making my heart flutter. He leans in and kisses my lips softly.

As he pulls away a moment later I suddenly cannot keep back the words I have been too afraid to say out loud during the few months we've been a couple.

I reach out and cup his cheek. "I love you, Loki."

His eyes light up in a way I've never seen before in all the long years we've known each other, and he puts his arms around my waist and pulls me close.

"I love you too, Rika," he says softly, gazing into my eyes. "I love you more than I can say."

Happy tears spring to my eyes and I grin, pressing my lips to his and slipping my arms around his neck. He returns the kiss eagerly, sliding one hand up my back to tangle in my hair as his tongue enters my mouth.

I sigh into the kiss. Never have I felt happier.

A/N: Let me know what you thought? Please? :D