Another silly little thing that popped into my head. One-shot.
Rain drops
One. Two. Three. Four. And then tens and hundreds and thousands of little rain drops come pouring from the sky.
Loki knows what comes next. Delighted screams and fervent pleas. Darcy bounces to him.
"Please," she says and looks him in the eyes.
"No," he says, without a blink.
"Please," she says and pouts her full lips.
"No," he says. A twinkle lights his eyes. She looks so adorable.
She leans on closer to him. Her hands dance on his arms. "Please."
"No," he says. Her hot palms on his cold skin send shivers down his spine.
"Please," she says. She pulls his head down and presses her lips on his. "No one will see."
"No," he says, but answers her soft kiss. "Heimdall will see."
"He won't mind," she says, a light smile playing in the corners of her mouth. "Please."
"No," he says, but his voice isn't so strong anymore.
"Please, honey," she says and caresses his cheek.
He lets out a deep sigh. "Okay, fine!" he says and can't suppress a laughter as he sees her victorious smile.
Without any more words they begin to take their clothes off.
Three minutes later they are dancing naked in the rain.