Avengers One shots (that are not so great.)

Picture Perfect ○Loki○

"You are beautiful" you breathed out in awe.

"So are you, love." Loki smiled at your reaction, his fondness for you growing tenfold.

You marvelled at his blue skin, the intricate white lines that decorated him were enchanting. Red eyes watched your own as the flicked from limb to limb, just as beautiful as his green ones.

You reached out to touch him, only for him to flinch away.

"I wouldn't recommend that, it'll burn."

Reluctantly you pulled your hand away without a word and retreated to the easel behind you. It's placement just at the right corner, away from the light pouring through the windows.

The loft apartment you both shared had plenty of window's, allowing just enough light to shine through onto Loki's body. It brought out his most attentive features, like the angle of his jaw and the crease in between his abdomen; his beauty was that unmatched by any being in the universe.

For several hours you both stayed like that. Loki posed as you captured every moment with a flick of your wrist and pigments of paint staining the canvas, passion fueling every stroke of your brush.

The sun began to set, obstructing your view of his body. You had nearly finished his ebony hair just as he reverted his form back, much to your displeasure.

"I think we should continue tomorrow darling, night has already fallen." His suggestion made you grunt in frustration.

"Fine."

"Stubborn as always I see." Loki chuckled at your moist pout lips and the small scrunch of your nose. No matter what face you pulled, whether it be mad or happy, he was always delighted to see them; so long as it was you.

"May I have a peek?" Loki tried to peer over the edge of the canvas, desperate to see what you painted of him. Instinctively you threw a canvas tarp over it and stood with your arms crossed defensively, shaking your head with a firm nod.

"Not until it is finished Loki." Now it was Loki's turn to make a face, along with a click of his tongue in dissatisfaction. Unlike you however he let it slide as he made his way to the large plain windows, gazing down at the city lights of New York with wonder.

Soon after an idea popped into his head, one he thought of many times before but could never bring himself to ask you; in fear of you being repulsed.

"Standing here in the midst of this city view only has me thinking of one thing." You turned your head to look at him with a raised brow, curious of the answer. "World domination?" You replied sarcastically, that to which Loki just laughed at sincerely.

"Hmm possibly yes." You made a noise of your own disapproval which again made Loki laugh. "No my dear I'm beyond that."

Moving from the easel you walked to Loki's side and faced the windows, trying to figure out what he was trying to prove. But all you had to see was the plain view of a city you've seen everyday, so why did Loki think much of it now?

"What is it then?" You looked up at him with innocence plastered all across your face, a look that made Loki weak in his restraint.

You swore you seen a mischievous glint in his eyes as he positioned himself behind your body.

"This is all I can see love."

Loki's green magic engulfed your body, removing any piece of clothing you wore. A cold breeze from the A/C chilled your body, causing your hairs to stand on end.

"L-loki!"

"Hush darling." Loki bit his bottom lip whilst marvelling in the sight before him. "Perhaps this would make it so much more....delightful." gently he placed one hand on your hip and the other on your shoulder, pulling and pushing you into a bending position.

An involuntary squeal passed your lips once the cold glass pressed against your breasts, your nipples perking from the sensation.

"People can see us Loki!" You tried to argue but it fell on deaf ears. Loki simply shrugged it off and began his prodding over your body, starting from your arms that were currently pressed onto the glass for support.

Loki stroked small circles along your hands and slowly trailed them down the length of your arms, barely allowing his fingers to graze the skin. His green eyes glowing with amusement and greed.

He brought his hands from your arms and down to your shoulders, leaning in to give his arms more reach as he cupped your breasts. Cool slender fingers kneaded over your soft mounds, ocassioanally pinching your perked nipples to rip a moan from your throat.

"Let them see....let them see me own you love." Loki's husky breath tickled your ear, leaving it hot and sensitive to the touch.

Loki continued to caress every curve and crease of you, determined to make you beg and mewl in his hands. Hot pants from your mouth fogged the window, creating steam as it cooled away from the wind pushing onto the opposite side of the glass.

"Please Loki, it's too embarrassing." You reared your head to look at Loki, unshed tears from pleasure pooling in your eyes. "If I didn't know any better." He smirked deviously as his finger slid through your cunt, your arousal soaking his digit before he could even insert it. "I'd say you enjoy it."

Mercilessly he dragged his finger over your clit, moving in circular motions. Your pleas to stop only drove him to continue his attack on your sensitive swollen bud.

Embarrassment and heat flooded your thoughts while Loki let his index finger slip inside of your moist cavern. He dipped it in and out playfully, the actions driving you insane with need.

"Loki please."

"Such a pathetic moan, I'm sure you could do better." Loki flexed his finger to push against the slick insides of your cunt with precision, knowing full well where he was poking.

With a yelp of pleasure you bucked against his finger, needing more friction to get what you wanted.

"Please Loki, my king let me come!" Pride and ego be damned you needed him now, even if the whole of New York was watching from below.

Instead of giving you what you needed he pulled his finger out and brought it to your mouth, forcing you to taste the juices of your sex. "Maybe another time (Y/N), I don't want anyone else to see your face of bliss."

Once again green magic fluttered around your body, replacing the clothes that were removed before. "Damn you Loki." Feeling flustered and sexually frustrated you turned around to see Loki examining the painting you had covered.

"This is picture perfect or however your kind say it my love."

You stared at him with a blank look and flipped him off, one way or another you'd get the satisfaction you deserved.