Imagine sitting on Loki’s lap as the two of you play a video game on the TV, and you being unbelievably giddy because it’s the only thing you’ve found that you can beat him at.
He sighs as you beat him yet again, leaning his head on your right shoulder as he does so. His arms are curled around your middle with the controller in his hand, but he lets it slide out of his hands and onto the floor, using his now free hands to pull you closer into his chest.
Still proud at your victory, you smirk over your shoulder at him, giggling as you say: “I win!” for the umpteenth time. A mischievous glint appears in his eyes, soon accompanied by a grin as he leans in close, murmuring in your ear with a voice that should be kept firmly in the bedroom. “For now.”