A/N: Decided to make this a place where I put all the different drabbles and one-shots I do from the prompts given to me on tumblr. These will not be connecting to each other, or any other story, unless specifically stated. Enjoy!
Fingers ran through jet-black hair, enjoying the sleekness. A soft, gentle smile peeled across her lips, as she looked down at her man.
He was sleeping soundly, face nuzzled into the curve of her breast – not only was it soft, he told her, but he could hear her heart perfectly. It helped him sleep, and she had no reason to deny him the little bit of pleasure. Guilt twisted in her gut slightly, as her gaze swept over his sleeping figure lovingly.
Darcy was madly in love with Loki. Hell, they were married! Thor had more then giving his blessing, and they were wed twice; once, in Asgard, and a smaller wedding on Earth – she wasn't quite ready to tell her parents that she was married to a God.
Her own hand drifted down to her stomach slightly, eyes closing in mild fear. They'd been together, officially, for six months; and, three months before that, though it had been a secret affair between good and evil at the time. Darcy was a smart girl, though; she'd been on the pill for a while, to avoid anything unwanted.
Unfortunately, it didn't seem as though the pills were Godproof.
She was young, in love, and had no idea how to break it to Loki. Sure, they were married; and she knew he loved her….but, a kid? Darcy herself wasn't too sure how to take it, if only because she didn't think she was ready for motherhood. Twenty-six and still eating pop-tarts didn't exactly scream 'I'm ready for a baby, now!'
Loki stirred, and for a moment, she stilled. Green met blue; awake, met sleepy; love, met love.
The words tumbled out of her mouth quite suddenly. "I'm pregnant," She murmured lightly, not daring to break his gaze.
"What?" His mind was sleep muddled, and he was certain he heard her incorrectly. Darcy licked her lips, ignoring the brief sense of panic, and repeated it: "I'm preg—"
She never got to finish, because Loki had slotted his mouth over her own in a soul-soaring kiss. And, in that exact moment, she knew, no matter what, that everything would be okay.
Oh, yeah. He took the news quite well.