You didn't know if you liked the idea of arranged marriage with Loki. You didn’t like being forced into things, yet he was… sweet. Sweet, and polite. And so gentlemen-ish.

The two were laying on the blanket, enjoying the little picnic date Loki prepared for you. Your eyes were fixed on the blue sky, watching the funky clouds and all of their funny shapes. But Loki’s eyes stayed locked on your face, popping another grape into his mouth. He just couldn't keep his eyes off your beautiful face...