I apologise so much for the delay in uploading! I actually wrote it about a week ago, but my laptop crashed and it hadn't saved, and since then I've been really busy. Anyway, thank you so much for the reviews and favourites! They make me so fucking happy! To Nightwing's Gal, I hadn't really thought much about this, but I'm gonna say that S.H.I.E.L.D gave him a load of Midgardian clothing to wear. To everyone else who reviewed, THANK YOU! As always, reviews are so much appreciated!
Thor's POV
Thor had noticed the way his brother looked at Darcy, and it both worried him and pleased him. It pleased him that his brother was finally taking an interest in something other than his magic (which had been mostly removed by Odin). But it worried him because Darcy, although not weak, was human, and easily hurt, and Loki had been known to throw away things once he was done playing with them. Thor just didn't want to see Darcy get hurt. He made up his mind to find time to talk to his brother, warn him not to make a mess of things. Yes, that was a good idea.
Darcy's POV
Darcy wasn't sure of much anymore. She wasn't sure if she was ever going to pass her defence training. She wasn't sure why Thor kept giving her weird looks. She certainly wasn't sure what flavour of pop tarts was her favourite nowadays. But mostly, she wasn't sure how she felt about Loki. The sly glances he gave her when no one was looking, and the way his hand lingered too long on hers when he passed her something left her no doubt of the fact that he felt something for her. But whether or not she felt something back, she was uncertain about. Yes, she'd felt something, lust, those two times he'd been close to her, but apart from then, and a few other times when she caught him smiling, all she could think of was the people he'd killed, and how no one can really change that much, can they?
She was daydreaming of a time when things had been much simpler, when she was snapped out of it by Jane waving in her face.
"Hey! Darce! Thor and I have been called into S.H.I.E.L.D to discuss something or other, we won't be gone too long."
"Huh? Oh, sure thing Jane. I'll just have relaxing bath or something. God knows I deserve one."
Jane rolled her eyes, grabbed her keys, and dragged Thor out of the door. Darcy sighed and walked into the bathroom to start running a bath. She poured rose scented bubble bath in, and lit candles all around the room. She then went to the kitchen and poured herself a big glass of wine. Oh she was going to enjoy this. Once she was in the bathroom, she locked the door, and dimmed the lighting. She stepped into the warm water, and sank beneath the surface, smiling at how all how worries seemed so unimportant in that moment. The candles lit the room in a warm glow, and Darcy lost track of time and nothing seemed to matter…But of course that couldn't last. She sighed as she emptied the bath, and wrapped her towel around herself. She walked to her room, her legs still slightly shaky from the heat of the bath. She lay down on her bed with a sigh, not even caring that her hair was soaking wet. She must have drifted off, because she was awakened by a knocking at the door. She barely even had time to sit up, before the door opened and Loki stepped in. Darcy shrieked, because she was still in her towel, and well, she wasn't completely comfortable with her body.
"Loki!" she yelled, "What the fuck are you doing in my room?"
He merely looked amused, and said "I've cooked dinner, thought you might want some."
Darcy felt shocked for a second, then shrugged and told him to leave the room while she dressed. He sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes, making Darcy giggle. He stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him, and Darcy pulled on some shorts and an oversized t-shirt.
Stir-fry. Darcy's favourite. That's what Loki had cooked. She smiled as she sat down, and crossed her legs up on the chair.
"So uh, thanks for this," she said, grinning uncertainly at him. He smiled in return, and said
"Jane and Thor are late. Probably just got caught up in work or something. How have you been today?"
Darcy nearly chocked on the noodles. Was Loki really trying to make conversation with her? Wow, that was odd.
"Uh, great," she managed. The rest of the meal was eaten in silence, and then Darcy went to the kitchen to clean up. Darcy could hear the TV on, and assumed Loki was watching it, but she frowned when she felt eyes burning a hole in the back of her head, and turned around to see him watching her. He came closer, until he was stood right in front of her.
"Loki, what are you-?"
"Shh," he whispered, "Call it an experiment."
When his lips touched hers, she realised she'd been wanting this for a while, but just hadn't let herself admit it. It was more intense than the fireworks she'd felt with past kisses, this was an explosion, a burning desire that consumed her. When she kissed him back, he kissed her harder, and she felt his hands on her face, her neck, in her hair. She pulled him closer, breathing in his essence, needing more. But he pulled away.
"Now I'm in control," he smirked and walked out of the room, leaving Darcy swaying on the spot in shock. She stumbled to her room in a daze, and collapsed down on her bed. She couldn't believe what had just happened. It shouldn't have happened. No way. But it had. So it may as well happen again, right…?
