Loki was sitting on the couch, an apple in his hand. You slowly made you way over towards him and placed your hands on his shoulder. You looked down at him and saw he was reading a book.
'What are you reading?' you asked. He smiled.
'Shakespeare,' he answered in an arrogant tone. You hummed slightly.
You took his wrist and brought the piece of fruit to your mouth, taking a bite.
He glared at you.
'That's my apple.' You cocked up an eyebrow.
'Who bought the apple?' you asked teasingly. He rolled his eyes, but smiled anyways.
'Why are you here?'
'Mhm. I missed you too,' you said, launching yourself onto the couch next to him.
'Yeah,' he chuckled. 'Me too.'
You smiled and took another bite of his apple.
'But not if you do that,' he commented. You smirked as you swallowed the piece.
'Come on, don't be grumpy.'
'I'm not,' he defended. He wrapped an arm around you and placed a kiss on your cheek. 'See.' He took a bite of his apple and held it out to you. You also took a bite and smiled at him.
