With your yellow backpack swung over your shoulder, you sprinted out of Stark Tower, frantically waving at the black-haired man on his motorcycle.
You were wearing a pink skirt and a white top.
Loki frowned in your direction and kicked the engine awake.
'No! Please!' you cried out. Grabbing a hold of his black leather jacket. He growled and shot you a glare.
'What do you need?' he sneered. He put on his helmet as you gave him a desperate look.
'A ride,' you panted.
Gosh, you weren't made for running long distances.
'Please,' you begged as you glanced behind your shoulder. He gave you an annoyed look.
'What's in it for me?' You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, avoiding his strict gaze.
'I have no time for this!' you hissed as your father - Tony Stark - came rushing through the doors.
'Better make up something then.' He winked at you and closed his helmet.
'Whatever you need,' you gave in, giving him a pleading look. He smirked, letting his eyes roam freely over your bare legs.
'I believe we have an arrangement, darling.' The footsteps of your dad running towards you, made you move faster. You sat behind Loki on the motorcycle as Tony held out his hand.
'Y/N!' he yelled. 'Don't you dare! Get off that thing and away from him!' Loki handed you a green helmet, which you clutched in your hands and put on your head.
'Go!' you spurred Loki on. You heard him let out an amused cackle as he rode away.
'You're getting grounded for that when you come back!' Tony yelled.
'She won't come back!' Loki screamed above the engine as he drove on the street. You squeaked and wrapped your arms around his torso, pressing your body against him to shield yourself from the raw wind.
The monotone grey pavement and skyscrapers from the cities floated over into a green landscape with lavender fields while the sun shone bright above the horizon.
You had your face pressed against Loki's shoulder, your hands sprawled across his chest.
He took a turn and drove on a grass field where a couple of trees provided some shadow.
The motorcycle slowed down and eventually came to a stop. Your savior put off his helmet and glanced at you over his shoulder as you already crawled off the thing while struggling to get rid of your helmet. He chuckled and you let out a helpless whine.
'Help me,' you wailed, pulling at the thing and falling back on your ass form your own strength. Because lets admit it, you're a damn strong person.
Loki chuckled and got off the motorcycle too, stooping to your level to remove te helmet from you.
'You owe me twice now. Dear, what are you getting yourself into?' he mumbled while tutting his lips.
'God, I woud do everything at this point to avoid my father,' you muttered back.
'I'll keep you to your word,' he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You squinted your eyes at him. 'Put the tent up, I'll cook us dinner before it gets dark.'
You nodded, getting up and strolling over to the motorbike to look into one of the bags on it. You recognized one as the tent bag and sprawled out the tent, grabbing a few sticks and putting them through what you thought were the right holes.
