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Chapter 2 (Darcy POV):
I seriously have no idea where my life is going. I had it all planned out last week. I was going to finish up college, get a degree, then find a somewhat attractive boyfriend that I would eventually marry, get a career, have kids, grow old and die. But, life never goes as planned once Gods fall from the sky and fight aliens in your hometown. But I can't expect anything more. I'm Darcy. The God of bad shitting luck.
Sitting on the couch, I was shell-shocked. Just moments ago, Loki kissed my forehead and healed all of my scratches. Strangely, I felt super giddy when he placed his lips on me. Why was I not hating him?! New York City is practically dead because of him!
I got up and headed to the kitchen to grab myself a drumstick cone. I've been craving this shit for days now. Glancing at the clock, I realized that I should probably head to bed soon. I have class tomorrow, which I am positive won't be cancelled tomorrow. My professor wouldn't even cancel class if an asteroid were on track to hit earth.
Lying in bed, I realized sleep wouldn't come so quickly. A certain dark haired God consumed my mind, and only after drowning in my thoughts for a few more hours did sleep finally come and take over.
Beep beep beep
What?! I literally just went to sleep 5 minutes ago. I slammed my hand down on my alarm. Looking in the mirror, I realized I had no hope of looking somewhat presentable. So after brushing my teeth, and combing my hair, I grabbed a pop tart and headed down to my car.
My car!
I shrieked. My car was destroyed. My beautiful car. Running my hand over the hood, I realized I had no hope of getting anywhere in town. The stress and frustration overtook quickly. I ran back to my room while tears flooded down my face. I needed to call Jane. I have no idea what even happened yesterday after Loki saved me.
Opening my door, my heart flew out of my throat. There stood Loki, just staring at me.
"Holy hell! You can't just do that, Loki! How did you even get in here? Ugh, stupid question. Is your point in life to scare the living shit out of me? God dammit." I ranted while placing my hand over my heart.
"My apologies, lovely Darcy. I couldn't help but notice you seemed distressed over your vehicle. I believe I am at fault for causing you this pain," Loki muttered.
"Yeah, no kidding. I worked my ass off for that car. Not only will I drown in debt since I have to pay off a car I don't even have anymore, but I also don't have any way of getting to class," I yelled.
Loki walked up and grasped her hand. "You have no need to worry over such trivial issues. I'm here. I can take you anywhere you'd like. I shall take care of your debt, lovely Darcy. Do not be stressed."
I looked down at my hand in his. His hand was so… big. Compared to mine. Looking up, I realized he was frowning.
"No worries. My life is pretty miserable most of the time. You might be the god of mischief, but I'm the god of bad luck. I'm used to it," I joked.
Loki didn't smile. In fact, he frowned even more.
He stepped closer to me, and my breath hitched. What has happening? Damn, he smells good! I blushed, and quickly gained my composure.
"Where shall you like to go? I can take you to your college, however, I strongly suggest you take today to get your life back together after what happened yesterday. Maybe I can take you to shop for some groceries, then we can grab some lunch, and I shall of course gift you with a new car."
What?
"Loki, do you even know what you're saying? Cars aren't cheap. In fact, they are probably worth more than my life itself," I argued.
Loki dipped his head to look into my eyes.
"Nothing in this world can compare to the value of your existence," Loki angrily whispered.
"Loki, why are you doing all of this? Just 2 days ago, you wanted this Earth, or realm, or whatever you call it, destroyed. You didn't even spare me a second glance when you saw me. But now, you want to patch up my life and be somewhat like my caretaker? Why?" I questioned.
Loki stared at me for what felt like years, before replying "I was a lost soul. I was consumed by jealousy. Part of me felt the need to care for innocent, weak mortals. And part of me wanted to destroy them without a second thought. When it came time for me to end this realm, however, I just could not pull through. My love for my brother overcame me. I could not see his love, Jane, die, along with the rest of this world. I could cause no such pain. As for you, you are a sarcastic little creature. You are the only mortal who actually stands up to me, and I find that highly attractive. I am pulled by you, Darcy Lewis."
Man, is he a sweet talker! My face felt like it was on fire. I tried desperately not to blush like a fool, but I couldn't help it. Here was a god that was trying to end Earth, but ended up saving it. Part of me felt like I should hate him, and the other part felt like I should just hold him and never let him go. Just like Loki, the good part won over.
I reached over and wrapped my arms around him. He stiffened, and then slowly placed his arms around me. This guy is acting like he's never been hugged before.
Damn. Maybe he hasn't…
"You made the right choice, Loki. And whatever selfish reasons you did this for, get rid of them. You are a mighty god, and you are beneath no one. If you have a good heart and soul, which you do, you have nothing to be selfish about," I whispered in his ear.
Loki leaned back, and a grin crept on his face.
"You are forgiving to those that need not be forgiven, Darcy. Be careful where you place your trust."
"Don't tell me what to do, idiot," I laughed.
After pulling away from him, I realized I felt oddly empty without him close. Oh, god. Please, please, please, don't let me fall for him.
"Thank you, Darcy Lewis. Your company means more than you can imagine," Loki smiled.
"I should be the one thanking you, Loki. I would be dead without you," I gushed.
"Nonsense. I am forever in your debt."
Loki leaned closer. Oh shit, he's leaning closer! His lips are so close! God, I want to kiss him.
Just as their lips were about to meet, Loki quickly pulled back.
"We must go, Darcy. You need to restock your fridge with food that you so desperately need."
"Oh… um, yeah, sure, uh, lets go," I stammered.
Laughing, Loki grasped my head and pulled me out the door.
I can't even begin to explain how lost I am. But at the same time, I can't even begin to explain how hard I'm falling for Loki Odinson.
But what's going on in that mind of his?