Prompt: Lokane, skinny dipping :)

"Get in, Jane."

"No."

"Jane."

"No, Loki."

Loki huffed out a frustrated breath and pushed away from the rocks he had been resting against, the lukewarm water rippling around him in the darkness like ink. Jane stood before him, clutching a dressing gown to her chest like she feared he would rip it from her tiny form by force, her back pressed against the cave wall beneath a lit torch.

"All Asgardians swim in the nude, Jane," he explained for what felt like the twentieth time. "Is your naked body truly so terrible to see that you fear even the fish may see it?" he goaded, hoping that would get her in the water.

Jane squawked angrily from her spot against the cave wall, and Loki did not have to look to know that she was blushing from chest to scalp. The woman who had come to Asgard to study the stars and be an ambassador for her world had the oddest sense of modesty, he had long ago decided. She would happily parade about in trousers as short as undergarments called "shorts", showing her comely, milky legs for all to see, and yet she could not bear to get into the water nude. She could wear her hair down and without ornament like a girl on the street, and yet she balked at the possibility of having her breasts seen. Honestly, Loki had yet to meet a woman more confusing and delightfully ridiculous than this Jane foster.

"My body is just fine, thanks," Jane retorted hotly, her hands moving from clutching at her dressing gown to perch on her round hips in what she probably thought was a powerful stance. "Women on my planet don't like being pulled from their beds at midnight, dragged through a tunnel, and then told to strip down and go for a dip!"

Loki grinned from over the inky water, the white of his teeth gleaming in the dim light. No one had spoken to him like that in a long time, and if it were anyone else, he probably would have had Jane flogged for being so disrespectful of a prince. But she was Jane - odd, sweet, clever, hot-tempered Jane, and he had already determined that he would not touch this fragile woman in anger.

"You are the one who mentioned missing your pools for swimming," he countered, stretching languidly in the water before laying back, allowing the water to hold him up. Jane made a gargled sound in the back of her throat, and Loki could barely hold in his laugh at the reason for it. Mortals are so easily flustered by bodies, he noted with no small amount of amusement. "I thought I would do you a kindness, Jane, and so I have. It is not my fault you won't get in."

He floated over to the edge once more and then leaned against the rocks, nearly biting his tongue in an attempt to hold back his laughs when he saw that she had turned away from him, as if to protect his modesty. How very… charming.

"Come now, Jane," he said, using his silkiest, most persuasive tone. "Dearest Jane. I promise to protect your honor at all costs. No one may see you, nor your nakedness, because, as you said, it is in the middle of the night. The fishermen don't venture near here until well into the morn." The prince cocked his head to one side as he watched Jane's back, noting the way the line of her shoulders had relaxed somewhat. She was cracking, so now all he had to do was drive the last nail in. "Jane," he sighed out, his voice saddened, "do you not trust me to keep your virtue intact?"

He was expecting her to rush to keep his feelings intact, like most ladies did when he pulled that line out, but what he got instead was a quite unladylike snort. "Please," she said, the force of her eye-rolling heard through her tone alone, "I trust you about as far as I can throw you… which means I don't trust you at all."

"I'm wounded, Jane!" he exclaimed, and if it weren't for his wide, pleased grin, it might have seemed genuine. "You don't trust me? I have been naught but a friend to you!"

Jane dared to send a withering look to him from over her shoulder, and at that Loki could no longer hold in his chuckles. "Ah, Jane," he breathed, almost dreamily, when his laughter died down a bit, "you continue to surprise and please me. But you would please me more if you would join me."

A long beat of silence followed, and Loki was moments away from just pulling her in with him, her protests be damned, when she finally muttered, "…Fine. Turn around."

A thrill ran through him, a satisfaction that always came with coaxing someone to do something they had been very much against, alongside that ever-present warmth he felt in the pit of his stomach when he thought of Jane and all that beautiful, milky skin. "Of course, my lady," he said, quick to oblige. The prince turned his back to her and waited, his breath held, as he finally heard the rustle of fabric hitting the ground.

He was no green boy with a crush. He knew what a woman looked like. He had touched women, tasted them, loved them, fucked them raw, and yet… and yet he still felt his mouth dry out when he heard her robe drop to the ground, and felt the stirrings of an erection when he thought of what she must look like standing there just behind him. Her dainty feet made soft noises in the black sand between the rocks, and each little sound made his heart beat a bit faster. When he felt the ripple of water against his body and heard the soft intake of breath that meant she had slipped into the pool, Loki had to suck in a deep breath to keep from whipping around to see her in all her nude glory.

"Okay," she finally announced, her voice a bit wary, "you can look now. I'm in."

He turned slowly, trying not to show just how eager he was to see her, and quickly ducked half of his face into the water to keep from truly embarrassing himself. With his mouth below the water, Loki watched Jane intensely, his eyes scanning her from the top of her head to what he could see of her skin. She was in the water up to her shoulders almost, but what she probably didn't realize was that he had much keener eyes than she did, and so the darkness and the water did not hide as much of her modesty as she would have liked.

He could see her creamy skin below the surface, indistinct as it was, and even make out the subtle color changes of her pert nipples, and… He looked away, heart pounding. He had always assumed she was attractive under her clothes, but now he knew exactly what he was missing, and he would have to do something about that.

"What would your people call this?" he asked out of the blue, startling Jane as she was drifting over to the other side of the pool. She watched him in the gloom, her posture beginning to relax more and more as he made no advances toward her. So suspicious. He doubted it was him specifically she was suspicious of, but rather all men, and he could respect that.

For now.

"We call it skinny-dipping," she replied, smiling slightly.

"An odd name," he told her, running a hand through his damp hair. "Have you ever done it before?"

Jane shrugged, turning slightly to inspect a rock that jutted from the wall. "No."

A Cheshire Cat grin stretched across Loki's face as he watched her, his form slowly but surely cutting through the water in her direction. "Ah, Jane," he purred, pleased, "I am so happy to be your first."