“This is ridiculous.”
“You’re so cute.”
You just giggle as Loki tries to be angry at you, but the picture he presents is anything but: he’s facing you in the tub, surrounded by mounds of bubbles piled on warm water, hair damp at the ends and curling slightly. You know he would never dare say it out loud, that he enjoyed it, so you poke fun at him for trying to be angry at you when you know he is totally content here.
“Bubble baths are for children,” he says, voice an even tone and you roll your eyes.
“If they’re for children then why are you sitting in one?” You scoop up some bubbles in your hand and gently blow them towards him, giggling when he swats them away.
He grabs your ankles and gently tugs you forward, your slick bottom sliding easily along the porcelain, the water sloshing just slightly. He rests your legs around his waist, fingers sliding up to run up and down your calves as he bumps your nose with his. “I believe I was goaded into it with the promise of a backrub.” His gaze is soft and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
You hum, eyes closing at the intimacy and warmth of it all. Your hands move to his waist, fingers digging into the muscle and it gets a soft sigh out of him, forehead leaning against yours. You spend the rest of the night like that, soft kisses and tender fingers, only leaving when the water has gotten too cold.