"Lokiiiiiiiii!" you shouted, knocking on your friend (and crush)'s door. "Open uuuuuuup!"

After a moment's silence, the door opened, revealing a grinning Loki, who pulled you into an unexpected hug before anything else could happen. You pushed him back, blushing.

"Don't do that," you muttered, trying to tone down the red in your face.

"You know I won't stop," he said, raising his eyebrows.

"Why do you do that, anyway?" you asked. Your attempts not to blush were failing miserably.

"Maybe it's just fun to annoy you."

"Yeah, that's a great reason," you said sarcastically.

You'd meant it teasingly, but to your confusion, he cleared his throat and went pink. You put your hands on your hips, narrowing your eyes triumphantly.

"Oh, so there's another reason, is there?" you observed.

"No!" he said defensively.

You smirked. "You're a terrible liar, Loki."

"Well, if you weren't so gorgeous, maybe I'd be less distracted and a better liar!" he snapped, folding his arms.

"Yeah? Well-" You broke off. "What? I'm gorgeous?"

He seemed to silently smack himself, but he didn't back down. "Yes, you're gorgeous," he repeated. "And pretty darn gorgeous on the inside too. That's my other reason for hugging you, since you insist on knowing."

"Loki." You held out your arms, grinning like an idiot. "I like you too."

He accepted the hug, and before you quite knew it, he was kissing you as well.