Imagine Loki asking you for help

You stood looking out over New York from your apartment at all the damage and chaos caused by that trickster. He'd failed of course, but the city was still recovering. You'd been in the process of robbing money from a bank at the time when the invasion happened, so were fuming about having to run away. You'd been organising it for months, and that god came and ruined it all. Of course, you were the best around, but you could never be too sure. You chuckled to yourself as you caught sight of your reflection in the glass. "Mmm, there are not many people who can sneak up on me, Loki", you say. You turn around and see him, standing in your apartment, armed with his sceptre. "Well you shouldn't have left your calling card", he said slyly, tossing down your mobile that you'd lost in the invasion down onto the table. "What do you want? And how did you even get in here anyway?", you say, glancing over to the door to see it was still locked. "I am a god, nothing can stop me from getting what I want", he chuckled darkly as he started to walk up to you. You instinctively pulled out your gun you kept on you and aimed it at his head. "I 'd stop right there if I were you", you say to him, your eyes firmly fixed on his. "As you wish", he said raising his hands and stopping. "What do you want anyway, why are you here?". He sighed before biting his lip, looking away. "I've come to ask for your help", he said, looking a little sheepish. "What? Why me?", you ask curiously, still keeping your eyes on him. "You're the best at being a criminal, that's what I like. Someone who isn't afraid to aim big and hit hard. You have skill, I need that if I want to take over Midgard", he said, his voice soft and honest. Your aim wavered as you realised what he'd said, that the God of Mischief was asking you for help. "So, do we have a deal Y/N?", he asked, smiling at you. You think for a moment, uncertain. "What if I refuse?", you say, refocusing your gun back on him, as his face breaks into a wicked grin. A hand grabs yours and you drop the gun as they pin both your arms above you, slamming you against the wall beside you. Your then looking deep into the green lustful eyes of Loki himself, as he's now in two places at once. "Remember mortal, I am a God. I never take no for an answer", he chuckled darkly. That's when he slammed his lips against yours, kissing you, taking you by surprise. You try to break away but he keeps his grip on you firm as he buries his lips deep into yours, and you can't resist but let out a soft moan of pleasure. He pulls his lips away from yours, as you both stand there, breathing deeply. "Well then, I'll take that as a yes", he smirked, as he crashed his lips against yours again, claiming you.