You and your boyfriend Loki were curled up in your apartment, simply watching a movie. It had become one of your favorite pastimes since he had never seen practically any film before.

His fingertips trail over your arm in a soothing manner while you laid your head against his chest. The movie was about wizards and magic, which was something you loved. You lit up, smiling as you watched the characters perform spells with a flick of their wand. He noticed this and chuckled to himself. He found the movie somewhat absurd but he wouldn’t ruin it for you since you enjoyed it so much—though he couldn’t help but wonder what you would think of what he was capable of.

“Darling, I’ve just realized I’ve never really showed you the extent of my magic.” He spoke with an audible smirk, his words carrying a bemused lilt. He shifted to meet your now curious gaze. He gently brushed aside a few locks of your hair behind your ear, the tenderness of the gesture not lost on you. Even when he felt up to no good, he was always still terribly sweet with you.

“Would you like to see?” His pale blue eyes twinkled with mischief, something you’ve come to recognize all too well. His subtle grin only grew the moment you nodded, your beautiful gaze eager and full of wonder.