Over the course of the next few days you had more training lessons with Sif and eventually you got quite skilled with it. 

Today, you were sitting home in Midgard. Everything was quiet, and you were in your room, reading with Loki.

You turn over on your bed and took the book out of his hands, sitting on his lap and bringing a hard fiery kiss down on his lips. He responded instantly and put his hands on your waist, as though he had been fantasizing about you doing just that, and was fully prepared when you did. The kiss was hot and intense.

You went on like that for a few moments before you flew apart by your door being open. You really needed to start locking that. You and Loki turned to glare at the newcomer.

Tony, who didn't understand the concept of knocking, stood in the doorway with a smirk on his face that made you want to rip it off.

"Well I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he said in a tone that fully stated he knew he was.

"You are," you and Loki say at the same time. 

Tony put his hands up defensively and said, "breakfast is ready. But I see you two will be sampling each other instead?"

Tony retreated quickly and slammed the door before the pillows you threw could land on his face. You heard him laughing as he retreated down the hall. 

When he was gone you rolled back on Loki's lap and whispered in his ear, "Now where were we?"

He didn't reply, just glued his lips back to yours. He tasted sweet. Tony had, awkwardly, had a point to his jesting.

Some time later you laid on your bed next to Loki, panting to regain breath. Your hair was completely a mess, just as his was, from where he had been running his fingers through it.

You looked over at him and found he was already looking at you. You leaned up and gave him a gentle short kiss and then moved yourself out of bed.

"Okay, now I'm hungry. Come along, my dear."

"Yes, Ma'am," he said agreeably, following you out of your room.

You walk down stair together, feeling a pang of embarrassment and wishing you had remembered to fix your hair when you walked down and found everyone in the living room as you passed through. 

You got quite a bit of smirky playful looks. You should have known Tony wouldn't keep his pie hole shut. 

Note to self: kill him later.

You and Loki made it to the kitchen at a bit of a speed walk.  You found some food and ate at the kitchen table, locking your legs from underneath, as had become a habit.

"I love you," Loki professed, out of the blue. 

You turned your (e/c) gaze towards him and stared for a second. He meant it. You loved him as well. You kept your eyes locked and replied, "I love you too."

He leaned forward from across the table and kissed you. You leaned forward as well and met him half way, closing your eyes.

You snapped your eyes open and and went hot red in your face from your neck to your ears when you heard giggling in the background. You had forgotten everyone was probably watching. You looked at Loki to see him looking a bit pink himself and shooting death glares at the people behind you. 

You turn around and did the same, finding everyone with a snarky smirks except Thor.  His smile was genuine and full of pure, fond happiness.

You couldn't help but smile warmly at him.

Okay I know this chapter is short, but there will be more today.  This story is coming to an end, my friends.