AN: No, I do not own Just Give Me A Reason, or the line of song inserted into the end of the fic. Enjoy! Oh, and REVIEW! I know where Darcy hides her taser, and I will come after you with it if you don't review...Get to reading!
As Loki looked down at the small mortal in his arms, he felt a familiar sense of calm wash over him. Over the many months since his exile to Midgard, he had come to love her in a way he had expressed to precious few over his millennia long life. He'd fallen for her hard. It was sad, really. A god reduced to pining over a small mortal woman. She buried her face further into his chest and he kissed the top of her head, murmuring calming words in old Norse. Darcy settled back down and he contented himself with stroking her hair.
He never thought he'd feel this way agin after his falling out with Sigyn. He should have never expected it to work, though. He did, after all, murder her husband and trick her into their relationship. The pain of his past actions reared its ugly head again, raw and burning as it had been since the day he'd become essentially mortal. The woman in his arms had looked past all that, though. She'd looked past all his regalia and myths, past the Liesmith, Past the Silver Tongue, Past the god of tricker and simply at Loki Laufeyson, a hurting man who honestly just wanted someone to love. Darcy had touched him in a way his own wife had failed to.
He knew that she had her own share of scars on her heart. After all, there was a reason she carried around a taser. From what he'd known of love, he would have expected her to turn out just as bitter and angry as he was, but she hadn't. Loki felt the corner of his mouth twitch up into a smile as he remembered what she'd said to him.
"I'm not broken, I'm just bent." She'd told him after revealing her past. "And I can learn to love again."