"You should have knocked, or teleported," Darcy admonished Loki while she cleaned the blood of his forehead with a cloth.
Awakened and frightened of the noise of someone breaking in, the assistant had grabbed a magically enforced baseball bat given to her by Loki for occasions like these. She had then sneaked downstairs, and attacked the dark shadow as it managed to break in. Too bad for Loki.
He mumbled something about not wanting to wake her, and his magic being drained in a fight earlier that night. The Asgardian's eyes were downcast, a petulant pout claiming his face that Darcy couldn't not love.
She began whispering into his ear about a fantasy she had, regarding him, a black ski mask, a blindfold and roleplaying involving tying her up with a rope Loki would have used to climb through the window.
Loki swiftly picked up his lover and carried her to their bedroom and fulfilled her fantasy, demanding Darcy to kiss it better.
Author's note: Beta'd by Midnight Spiral. Inspired by a "confession" from the naughtylokiconfessions tumblr blog: "I had a dream about my own fic last night. Unfortunately, it wasn't anything sexy: Loki had broken into my house, and I hit him with a baseball bat. My dream-self is a moron."