You gazed into Loki's dark eyes, noticing how the lighting lit up his skin and made your heart beat faster than ever.

"God, you could be in a L'Oreal commercial," you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Pardon?" He shook his head out of the little trance he had been in. You smiled, tracing the intricate sewing details on his sleeve.

"Nothing, you're justー" you paused, tying to think of a good enough word to compliment the God of Mischief. "Really good looking." You both mentally and physically cringed at your words, hearing Loki's laugh through your hand-covered ears.