Your mother is a maid at the palace of Odin, and you work alongside her. Your passion, however, lies with books and writing. You love to read, and you've even started on your own novel. You don't think its very good, but you love to write nonetheless.

You sat in your room at the palace, reading a book and ignoring the world, as per usual. You had gone through practically every book in your room, and would soon have to go to the library to get books.

There was a knock at the door, and Loki walked in before you could answer.

"Hello, your Highness." you say, standing up quickly and giving a quick bow. He chuckled. "Good afternoon, Lady (y/n)."

You sit back down and continue reading. Loki sits next to you, staring. You pretend not to notice, but know that a blush is creeping up your neck to your cheeks.

"So, Lady (y/n), what is it you're reading?" Loki asks, taking the book from you, and you let out an involuntary sound of protest.

Loki smirks, and you explain the book to him. "It's about a servant girl who had the prince she works for fall in love with her, although she's completely oblivious to the fact that he loves her, even though he tries to show her his affection." you say.

Loki takes your hand. "That sounds a bit like you and I." he says, leaning closer. You bite your lip, and look at your feet. "I don't think so." you say quietly. "You can't possibly be in love with me. Especially not with women arond like Lady Sif and-"

Loki cuts you off by pressing his lips on yours. The kiss is gentle, but you can tell that he's holding back, that he's dying to go further.

You kiss back, slightly harder, wrapping your arms around his neck, he puts his hands on your waist and pulls you closer to him. You tangle your fingers in his long black hair and deepen the kiss.

His tongue grazes your bottom lip, which you keep closed. He growls, and bites your lip softly. You gasp, and he takes the chance to shove his tongue in your mouth. You let him have dominance, and he smirks on your lips.

Unfortunately, you both need air to survive, so you pull apart eventually. "(Y/n)... I love you." Loki whispers, and you hold his face with both of your hands. Your (e/c) eyes staring into his emerald green ones. "I love you too, Loki."

You guessed there were some good points to being a bookworm.