"What's your end game?" Darcy's eyes locked with Loki's.

"What?"

"Please," she shoved him off of her, "I may not be as smart as Jane, but I'm not an idiot. You are not a nice person, and you sure as hell aren't romantic like this. At least not with a human. So why don't you just come right out and say what you want?"

Loki stood a few feet from her. Finally he sighed, leaning back against part of the cave entrance, "Do you feel inadequate? Is that why you believe I wouldn't do this without an ulterior motive?"

"I'm perfectly happy with myself, thank you. I just don't trust you."

"That's a pity," he eyed her for a moment before shifting his gaze to the moon.

"So you're not going to tell me, then?"

"I have no hidden agenda, Miss Lewis. I find you…unique. Intriguing. You are beautiful, and you are unlike any other woman I have ever met. Over the past few days, I have grown quite attached to you."

"Yeah, like a fungus."

"I am truly sorry if you believe my intentions sinister. I meant no disrespect or harm." The look on Loki's face and the tone in his voice conveyed sincerity, but Darcy was still skeptical. Loki sighed and continued, "Three years ago, I wronged you. I know that. I feel I owe you an explanation."

"Ya think?" Darcy crossed her arms.

"When I was younger, I would spend hours in my bedroom reading and practicing spells. I had just discovered a scrying spell, and intended to use it to spy on my brother and his friends. I was planning to play a trick, and I needed information. But when I spoke the incantation, I mispronounced a word or two. Somehow it showed me you, as a child. It flashed through your life, and…I saw myself. The last image I saw was myself, in great agony. I thought that you were going to cause it. So after I had perfected inter-realm travel without the Bifrost, I journeyed to Midgard."

"When you broke in, you said you knew you had picked me for a reason. Because I would make it interesting."

"I've kept an eye on you your whole life, Darcy. Not constant watch, but I've monitored you. I knew that you spent far too much time watching those silly horror movies. My initial intention that evening was to kill you, but…I have a penchant for theatrics, I'll admit. And I don't enjoy taking a life. I thought that if I scared you and made you swear, that I would be able to let you live and never cross paths with you again."

"So what happened?"

"I've found myself on the wrong side of the Vanir. They're a race of immortals, similar to Asgardians, but where we stress battle and glory, they believe in a quiet, country-side existence. Unfortunately they are terribly skilled warriors, and a group of them chased me from their realm. I couldn't stay in the others, because that's where my allies are and I couldn't put them in danger."

"So you went to Earth?"

"No one would have thought to look for me there, and it was better than Jotunheim."

"Why do you hate the blue people so much?"

"I'm afraid that's a long, complicated tale…"

"I've got time," Darcy pulled her legs under her.

"It's a tale for another time." Loki's jaw was locked, and Darcy could tell he really didn't want to talk about it.

"Fine. But you will tell me some time. I'm serious."

"I don't want you to think that I have impure intentions, Darcy. That couldn't be further from the truth." Darcy fidgeted on the boulder, feeling his gaze on her.

"So…Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you kiss me?"

Loki chuckled, "Didn't I tell you just now? You are a beautiful woman, and you intrigue me. And that's quite a feat, I might add. I'm quite easily bored."

"Huh." Darcy leaned back, bracing her arms behind her. Loki walked toward her, his stride smooth and purposeful.

"Darcy," he leaned down so low Darcy had to lie back on the boulder to keep eye contact. "May I kiss you again?"

Darcy's hand slid to his collarbone, where it lingered for a moment before slipping behind his neck and pulling him toward her. Loki tilted his head, deepening the kiss, and lowered his body to Darcy's, supporting himself on his forearms and elbows in order to not crush her delicate frame.

Rather than repeat his actions of a few minutes ago, Loki started a new path. He slid Darcy's shirt up to reveal her flat stomach and placed soft kisses on the skin above her jeans. He slowly moved back up her body, flicking his tongue out occasionally to lick the soft skin of her abdomen. Darcy ran her fingers through his black hair, guiding his face to hers before kissing him hungrily on the lips. In one swift, fluid motion, Loki rolled over so he was sitting on the boulder with Darcy straddling his lap. His hands ran from her knees to her backside, pulling her hips firmly against his waist. His mouth moved from her lips to her chest, kissing the skin left uncovered by the shirt as his hands continued to move, sliding up her bare waist to her rib cage, where he had pushed her shirt. Loki glanced at Darcy's eyes momentarily before guiding her cardigan off of her shoulders and arms. His hands now slipped under her t-shirt, slowly sliding it over her chest. As the shirt was slowly pushed up her body, Loki left kisses on each inch of newly bared skin.

Darcy pulled the t-shirt off and dropped it at her side, brown doe eyes locked with Loki's green irises. His strong hands slid across her rib cage, around her narrow waist, and up her back, stopping at the band of her bra. Darcy leaned down and kissed him, and in a moment her bra was on top of the t-shirt and Loki was holding her body flush against his.

It was then that Darcy realized just how clothed Loki was. And just how unacceptable that was.

She slipped his overcoat off of his shoulders and moved to his shirt, although the strange clothes confused her. She searched, rather unsuccessfully, for clasps or buttons or anything that would help her undress the god.

"I think you're a bit overdressed," Darcy whispered against his lips, frustration evident in her voice. She felt him smirk.

Then she felt his skin as his shirt- or rather, shirts- vanished from his body. She would realize later that he had simply vanished them to the ground, but at the moment she was too caught up in the contact to care about anything else.

Loki was more muscular than Darcy had expected. His chest was defined, but lean. Similarly, his abs were toned but not considerably cut. Even his arms were more muscular than she had thought they would be.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Loki moved his hands to the button of her jeans. He unfastened it, but they both realized the pants wouldn't come off while she was straddling him. Just as Darcy was about to stand up for a moment to slip the pants off, Loki rolled over again to pin her body under his. The god slipped his fingertips just inside the waist band and tugged them down over her bottom, thighs, and calves, dropping them on the ground. He slid his hands from her ankles to her hips, sliding his right hand under the waist band of her panties as the other continued up her naked abdomen toward her neck. His hand rested on her collarbone, holding her to the boulder as he slid her panties off of her body. He traveled down her body placing kisses at her cleavage, the right side of her rib cage, just beneath her navel, and on her left hip bone. Continuing, he kissed down to the inside her left thigh, grazing his teeth over the skin. His breath was hot against Darcy's flesh, and she fidgeted when his lips left her skin.

Loki crawled back up her body to stare into her eyes. His body, only partially supported by his arms, was a comfortable weight on her. The bare skin of his upper body pressed down against her from hips to breasts, and their faces were close enough to close the distance in half a second. Darcy attempted to lean up and kiss the god above her, but his hand rested on her neck, too gentle to cause any concern but firm enough to keep her where she was. It felt like an eternity that Loki stayed there, practically frozen as he studied her from her curly brown hair to her full, pink lips to her flushed cheeks and her big brown eyes. But while he seemed caught up in his staring, Darcy grew impatient.

Using her hips for leverage, she rolled until the god was on his back and she straddled his waist. She kissed him, nipping lightly at his lower lip until his mouth opened and her tongue could slide in, exploring him. She mimicked him, kissing his jawline and neck, moving to his collarbone. Darcy could feel him inhale sharply when she flicked her tongue against the hollow of his neck, moving down and repeating the action between his pectoral muscles. She placed a kiss underneath his navel, above his pants, and hooked her fingers under the waistband.

"These need to go," her voice was a purr, hot breath against the Asgardian's skin. Darcy looked up his body to smirk at him.

In a heartbeat the pants were gone.

Darcy crawled up, determined to make him suffer impatience as he had made her, and kissed his neck. She bit the flesh softly, and Loki's hands slid across her back, pulling her against him. Turning her head, she moved to the other side of Loki's neck and grazed her teeth against his skin.

"Darcy," his voice was a sharp exhale. The god clearly lacked patience, as he rolled over and pinned Darcy to the boulder by her wrists. "I can't wait any longer."

He slid his hips, and Darcy gasped. Her back arched, pressing her chest against Loki's. As they fell into a steady rhythm, Darcy's mind clouded over.