Okay, so it has come to my attention that I skipped Jan 31, it will be addressed in this chapter.
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And now onto moving day.
SHIELD Headquarters – after the meeting with Odin and Frigga
Fury was still out sorts over the whole matter but when the King of the Norse Gods asks you for a favor you should most likely provide said favor. He eyed Loki and thought over the whole matter, Loki from the looks of his face and posture seemed to enjoy Fury's discomfort.
"Loki, I didn't think the Avenger's House was ready yet."
"Well, I convinced Stark that it be safer and to everybody's benefit that the house be finished before we left for our week away mission. After all Darcy and Jane tend to get in trouble, remember last week when some random villain tried to make off with Jane in her own apartment. Think back, how many buildings did Thor destroy in his rage?"
Fury did indeed remember and New York was still a little upset about the whole matter, so he nodded and asked Loki to leave. Loki knowing when he had pushed enough buttons left but not without adding adding something to Fury's appearance.
Avenger's House (Returning to Loki's POV)
"Darcy, why can't I just teleport the table into the house?"
"No, it's very old and I don't want you to ruin it."
"Darcy, it's heavy and you look like you are going to drop it."
"I am not going to drop it, now move. Come on."
Sometimes you just know, something is wrong. No sooner had she tried to relieve my fears did they come true.
BANG
The table slipped from her hands and she dropped her end which meant my grip loosened and my end dropped on my foot.
"I am so sorry, are you okay? I thought I had a good grip. I am sorry. You can teleport it now."
My foot ached and the expression of guilt was heavy on her face. I couldn't be mad with her, it wasn't her fault. With a wave of my hand the offending table was gone but her guilty look reminded, could be useful.
"I am in pain, I require a kiss."
She complied and I leaned into her warm body trying to entice more from her.
"Um...Loki, we have some more boxes first, then we have move in sex."
She was right, the sooner we finished this, the sooner we move onto other more pleasant things. I started to wave my hand when she grabbed it.
"No, I want to move in normal like, you know like a human couple. We will use magick for heavy stuff, like tables."
I agreed and really shouldn't have.
In the moving van there were several boxes of various household items, I didn't realize how much Darcy owned, her former apartment was fairly small and yes the shelves were bursting with items but I thought it was just the way things were placed, guess not.
She motioned to a box labeled books and I went over to lift it. Big mistake. The thing must have weighted a ton even with my godly strength, books should not be this heavy and I promised not to use magick. But how many heavy book boxes could she have?
The answer is 24, seems like political science majors use some heavy books, she could kill a person with the majority of them and in addition she buys only hardback books, something about lasting longer than a paperback.
Lucky for me she only kept a few pieces of furniture, things that were important to her, the rest we left in the old apartment for the new person to keep or toss. Turns out Darcy had around 100 boxes, I don't know when she had the time to pack 100 boxes but she had them and I being a good boyfriend/ soon to be fiance decided to unpack her CD's and put them up for her.
"No...you are doing them wrong." Darcy yelled from the kitchen. "They are grouped in a certain order."
"Well didn't you pack them in the same way?"
"No...leave the CD's alone, you can unpack the books."
So I moved over the to the bookshelf and started putting books up by groups, political science in one, Anne Rice in another shelf, mythology, cook books on their own shelf and soon I found the entire wall was taken up by her book collection, the whole wall from floor to ceiling. I was feeling pretty good about my efforts when Darcy came up.
"You know you have it wrong, political science is on the lower left, with cook books above because I use them the most."
She listed how she wanted it and then kissed me before going back to the kitchen, her back was turned and I started...
"Don't you even think about it. No magick."
My shoulders slumped, this must be a test. She is never so particular about stuff, a test, a test of my patience with this mortal woman. Are all woman this difficult?
So I re-arranged the books like she wanted, it took another hour and then asked her how she would like a CD's arranged. She smiled and threw her arms around me.
"You are so sweet, asking me how I want our new house too look. Okay, it's easy, same band or artist together, movie scores together in alphabetical order and then like music together in alphabetical order."
"Does the same band go in alphabetical order?"
"Yes, thank you." And then she went off into the bedroom to start unpacking her twenty boxes of clothes.
Now Darcy's music collection is a bit odd to me, rock, pop, classical, movie scores and some other random stuff but far the biggest part of her collection is her Disturbed, some rock band she swears by. She has every CD, every DVD and anything connected to it music wise, so if another band did a tribute to them she had it, it was like 12 CD's in all and everyone was a special or collectors edition. She most likely had 300$ in just one band, crazy girl.
Another hour later I finished the CD's and then moved on the movie collection which I know from previous experience is in alphabetical with movies together and then series on another shelf. For fun once I re-arranged the collections, I didn't have sex for two weeks and for those two weeks she dressed so delightful good but she wouldn't let me touch. I never messed with her movie collection again and I never had the guts to mess with her music or book collection either for fear she would kill me.
The movie collection took about an hour, thankfully she had packed most it in the same order she wanted it. These must have been her first boxes because the others were a mess and not in any order.
So it didn't take so long after all, just under 5 or so hours, now for the move in sex.
Walking to the bedroom I found the kitchen and bathroom to unpacked and ready to go. Darcy was in the bedroom listening to her music, some movie score, Gladiator or Harry Potter unpacking clothes or so I thought. She was in the middle of the bed swaying her hips to the music, the beat was similar to that of middle eastern belly dancing music and she was a wonderful belly dancer apparently, you learn something new everyday I guess. I watched her for a few minutes before she realized I was there.
"We should shower and then think about bed."
Her eyes were hot and she had a very seductive smile.
"But I am not tired, I don't think I would sleep." She purred.
"My dear, who said anything about sleep?"
The rest is a private matter.
In Asgard
"Thor, you were right about her OCD with her collections. I would never have known."
"Well mother, you don't know Darcy that well yet."
"Do think Loki noticed we upped her OCD a bit for the move in?"
"It's possible but it was fun to watch. His face when she told him to redo it, priceless mother, just priceless."
"Now Thor, this is a secret so don't go telling others about the tests."
"But mother, if the Avengers join in, think of the fun we could have. Black Widow and Iron Man have some great ideas already."
"No son, we must draw out the tests, we have two years besides they must learn to live together, it's not simple like he thinks."
"You are right mother, as always."
"Thor, before you go. Do you know what Loki and Darcy were doing yesterday?"
"Yesterday?" The puzzled expression Thor had his face was heavy in his voice.
"Yes, January 31st. They had completed the 30 nights but Heimdall could not see them for the whole day. It was like the day never happened."
"I don't know mother, maybe they stayed in or something."
Frigga sighed.
"I guess it is a mystery."
