You were doing the dishes while listening to the soft melodie of the radio, when the scraping of a chair interrupted your silent humming.
You jumped out of your skin and turned around to see the God of Mischief leaning his elbows on top of the table, his chin supported by both of his hands.
With his big, cute eyes glinstering in the morning sun, he batted his eyelashes at you. A toothy grin on his face told you he was up to something.
You frowned.
'What do you need?' you asked as you finished the dishes and threw the towel over the sink. He grinned and let his torso rest on the table, still grinning as if he had just successfully stabbed someone.
'You,' he purred, his head lolling to the side as his hand dived under the table as he showed you a large bag, which had small bags inside of it.
'What's that?' you chirped as you skipped closer to the table in your navy pyjamas. He chuckled.
'Curious little thing you are,' he mused, picking at the bag's contours. 'I need you.' Your eyebrows bend into a frown.
'What for?' you wondered, crossing your hands over your chest and perching your hip against the table.
His eyes roamed your form, eyeing you approvingly from head to toe.
'I'm going to pamper you, now come with me,' he all but ordered, grabbing your wrist and swinging you around the table. You yelped at the sudden movement and his name came off your lips in a growl.
He only laughed and snatched the bag with him as he towed you towards his room, where he placed a chair in front of his mirror. You eyed him suspiciously and cleared your throat as he kept rummaging through his closet.
'Oh, yeah, here,' he apologized as he threw a shirt towards you, which you didn't catch so it landed over your face.
'What's this for?' you questioned at his worn-out shirt.
'Put it on. I don't want you to get dirty,' he said. Then smirked, but shook his head as he decided against saying something else. You raised an eyebrow and opened the buttons of your pyjamas.
Glad you wore a bra underneath it, you pulled the piece of fabric over your head.
'Take a seat,' he said with a grin, almost jumping up and down like a child who was about to get some ice cream.
You hesitated, but eventually sat down in front of the mirror as he dived into one of the bags and took a couple of boxes out of them.
'What are you-?'
'Trust me.' You gulped. Was that a good idea? He chuckled and took a brush between his slender fingers, twirling it around for awhile before dragging it across your locks.
You smiled as your eyes met through the mirror.
'Can you hold these?' he asked you as he placed a few boxes in your lap. You nodded. You examined the boxes and your eyes widened.
'You are not going to do that to me! Find someone else!' you panicked. He chuckled and forced you back down by placing his hands on your shoulder.
'Don't worry about it. I used to do this all the time with my mother,' he explained, as he took a box of hair dye. You relaxed a bit into the chair, but still glared at him.
'Why me? Wanda and Natasha are here too...' sounded your dull protest.
'I don't like them as much as I like you,' he reasoned, already parting your hair with some clips to hold everything in place. 'Besides, with what I'm going to do to you, is something very important to me. Reminds me of me and my mother so stay still,' he ordered as he steadied your head. You smiled.
