Okay, so there isn't much of a reason behind this other than the fact that I was dying to have them kiss. Hope you like it. It's underage but its just a kiss, not a sex scene, or a makeout session-it's just one, very passionate, little kiss. if that freaks you out I'm sorry but there won't be anymore underage anything for the rest of the story.

Loki's POV

I appeared in her room, she was on her bed like last time. However, she wasn't wearing much this time, only in her undergarments and a tank top. I couldn't help but stare for a moment-she certainly was maturing into a beautiful young woman. Her eyes met mine and she smiled, making me snap out of my trance.

"You could at least wear pants when I'm here."

I sighed, trying to sound irritated. Eris simply rolled her eyes and sat up.

"You don't like it, you can get out."

She grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. Gods, even her chest was peeking out from the top of her shirt! I ignored the fact and raised a brow at her. She pursed her bottom lip in a pout.

"Don't give me that look, it's so condescending."

She whispered, resting her head on my shoulder. I looked at the clock next to her bed-it was two in the morning.

"It's rather late, shouldn't you be in bed?"

I asked with a smirk. She snorted.

"Excuse me, sir. I am in bed."

She retorted, nudging me playfully.

"Why are you still awake anyway?"

I pressed, looking down at her sternly. She sighed and allowed herself to fall across my lap, looking up at me.

"The sky's awake, so I'm awake! So we have to play!"

She explained, dramatically draping a hand over her face. I grinned down at her and chuckled.

"Oh, I know what game we could play..."

I purred mischievously. She looked up at me with big, curious eyes.

"What?"

She inquired. My grin widened and I grabbed both of her wrists, pinning them down onto the mattress. I then slipped my hand under her shirt and proceed to tickle her stomach. She screamed loudly, smiling despite the torture.

"S-stop! Loki ple-ase! Ahaha!"

She shrieked. I didn't want to stop, but remembering Jane and Thor might wake up, I did as she wished. She made another pouty face and punched me as hard as she could in the stomach. She was strong but it had little effect on me. However, I played along and fell back onto her bed, my eyes closed.

"Oh no! You've slain me! You beast..."

I teased, unable to hide my smile. Eris clicked her tongue.

"Whatever, you're such a faker."

She accused.

"No, really, you've killed me. I'm dead."

I continued, knowing how unconvincing my acting was.

"Come on Loki, cut it out."

She ordered. I didn't reply and there was a long silence.

"Loki, get up, I know you're faking."

She mumbled, shaking my shoulder. I didn't respond. She growled in frustration.

"Do I have to bring out the kitty tactic?"

She threatened. I smiled, she really had no idea how much I actually enjoyed it when she would do that. I still didn't say a word.

Eris' POV

He refused to wake up so I started to nuzzle into his chest with my face.

"Come on you assbutt, get up!"

I demanded, working my way up to his neck.

Loki's POV

She was so cute when she didn't get her way. She began to nuzzle into my neck and I felt my breath hitch in my throat.

"Wake up..."

She whispered into my ear. She resorted back to shaking me, seeing that her kitty tactic hadn't worked. I finally gave in and sat up with a grin but it soon faded when I realized the position we were in-she, straddling my lap with her arms wrapped around my neck as we sat nose to nose, and my hands firmly gripping her hips. It took everything I had to exude a calm exterior. Something I had seen before, but not from her, flashed in Eris' eyes.

"You still owe me a present."

She murmured, her voice low with a hidden motive.

"What would you like?"

I breathed, unable to utter anything else. Her eyes dropped to look at my lips for barely even a second before she leaned forward, her lips crashing into mine. Electricity pulsed through me at the contact and for a moment, I was rendered immobile from the shock. Seconds passed and just as she began to pull away, I kissed her back so passionately it almost hurt. I dared not cross any further though, I couldn't. My hands gripped her hips tighter as I held everything else back. After a moment, I reluctantly pulled away, my body shaking. I closed my eyes tight.

"I should leave."

I said, unable to look at her-I wouldn't be able to leave her if I did. I felt her nod against my shoulder and with what strength I had left, I left her there, alone in her bedroom. Back in my cell, I raked my hands through my hair fervently as I chanted the words, 'What have I done?' over and over again in a hoarse whisper. I cannot believe I allowed myself to do that...Oh, but how long I have waited to see some form of affection like that projected onto me. Why must it be her, why must I be so impetuous at times? Does she even know what she does to me, does she know of my longing? Gods, I have truly gone mad in this prison...I cannot see her again, I cannot visit her. I wouldn't be able to sate myself with just her presence anymore...I wish I could take it all back...All the promises I made her, so that maybe she wouldn't be hurt by my absence. But I can no longer be in her company, not when I almost lose my composer at her slightest touch. I'm sorry, Eris, but I must break my promise to you. To keep you safe...from myself.