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The sound of keys clicking could be heard from the library in your house as you worked away. You had a determined look on your face, a small scowl on your lips since you wanted to finish what you had been working on. Loki poked his head in the door and smiled when he saw you sitting at your desk, working as usual.

Funny since he never knew what it was that you worked you. He always saw you typing away but never asked what it was that you were writing about. It seemed to be something new everyday because one day he would find you laughing to yourself as you wrote or sometimes frowning. He was very curious and wanted to find out what it was.

"(Name), darling," He cooed in your ear.

"Mmm?" was all you had hummed, not even looking up at him. He rested his head on your shoulder and noticed how your typing slowed down when you realized that he was reading what you were writing. You quickly changed tabs and now Loki saw that you were listening to some sort of music on Youtube.

"May I help you with something?" You asked with a raised eyebrow.

He pecked your cheek. "You see, (Name), I've always wondered what it is that you write about. Can you tell me?"

"Why should I?" You asked amused. "You'd probably laugh at me."

He frowned. "I would never! Please, tell me."

You sighed running your hand through your (h/c) locks that were messy. "Well I am a member of this site called devianart and I post stories on there. Stories where the reader is involved in the story so I use words like 'you' instead of 'I'. Do you understand?"

He nodded slightly. "Yes....quiet confusing but I understand. Why must you post stories everyday though?"

"Because of my fans," You admitted shyly. "I want them to read something everyday that'll hopefully make them smile."

"I see, and what are you writing about today?" He asked curiously.

You giggled nervously and with a grin said, "You."

He raised an eyebrow and merely watched as you switched tabs. He then read what you had been writing about and couldn't help but be surprised and thankful that you had written kind words about him. When he had finished, he kissed your lips tenderly as a thank you.

"Now, (Name), I must ask," He grinned. "What do the fans think about me?"

"Oh honey," You laughed. "You have no idea how much they love you!"

"I'm not surprised," He smirked.

"Don't get cocky now! Besides...you're mine."