"Don't stop."
Loki opened his eyes. He looked at Darcy, confused. She was still wrapped up in his arms, but somewhere during the night she must have put her hand ontop of his, because their fingers were now entwined. "Loki..." She said in a low sultry voice. "Don't sto-" Suddenly her eyes shot open. Crap. He thought. He had leaned in too close and she must have felt his breath on the back of her neck. She jolted away from him quickly, but in the process she rolled right out of the bed and crashed onto the floor with a hard thud. Loki sat up in bed, unable to resist laughing at the girl.
"Um, holy crap! Why are you shirtless?" She said, trying to act as if she hadn't just wiped out in front of him. She stood up and threw the covers over him, trying to desperatly clothe him in any possible way. Loki sighed and pulled the covers back down, exposing his bare chest again. Darcy couldn't help but stare. He didn't seem to be the type to be so...built. It had to be a family thing.
"I was holding a girl with a fever, skin to skin contact was the-"
"Oh please. Yeah, you getting half naked and holding me was the only way you could've possibly helped me. Sure. That's beliveable!"
"Well, you didn't sound to mind a few seconds ago..." He said, a playfully wicked smirk forming on his face.
Darcy's cheeks turned bright red. She knew she had been talking in her sleep, that was what made her wake up. "I don't know what you're talking about." She felt herself starting to get flustered as he sat there grinning at her. "Just because you're a god you think everyone wants to get with you! You aren't that special, get over yourself." She said, quickly walking out of the room. Loki snickered. She had made it fairly obvious that it was he she was dreaming of.
"You know, I can easily make those dreams become a reality Miss. Lewis!" He yelled out. After a hesitant few seconds she finally answered with a very lady-like "Fuck you."
"You're going to kick me out again even after I helped you? You are now indebted to me, Darcy. I don't care if that isn't how things work on Earth, it is how things work on Asgard and you will obey me." Loki said sternly. He was now clothed, and Darcy had changed out of her halloween costume finally, apparently feeling much better and stating that it must have been a 'bug'.
"Or what? You'll kill me?" She blurted out. He shot her a look and she bit her lip, but she continued to pretend to be strong. "Okay, okay. Fine. Question game and then I'll decied. Ready? Yeah, you're ready. Okay. What are you really doing here?"
He rolled his eyes. "I'm really here to talk to Jane. I do have something to tell her, Darcy. Just because my name changed doesn't mean everything I told you was a lie."
"So what was it? What was it that you had to tell her?" She asked. She was standing in front of him where he sat on the couch. She had went from begging him to stay here, to hating him, to having sex dreams about him. He'd never understand humans.
"I have a way to allow her to see Thor again." By the look on her face he knew she wasn't buying it. The god of mischeif was going to have to turn up his game to make her believe him. "Thor is a wreck. He needs her there. I know you're wondering why I would care, but I'm thinking if he has his loved one there he'll grow weak and soft, and then maybe the throne would be handed to me. Is it wrong? Maybe. But in the long run I'm making two people very happy."
"No, you're making yourself happy." She said bluntly.
He shrugged, smiling. "Why does it matter if in the process two other people are also happy because of that? Is that really so terrible, Miss. Lewis?"
"Stop calling me that! Why did you lie? Why did you pretend to be someone you weren't?" She asked, her lips quivering. One part of him wished she wasn't so scared of him now, but another part was utterly aroused by her fear.
"I didn't pretend to be someone I'm not, Darcy. I was me the entire time. The only thing that wasn't was my name." He studied her face. She was growing less and less angry with every word he spoke. He knew it couldn't have been too hard to make her trust him again. After all, she had developed feelings for him. He didn't need a sex dream to tell him that. It was quite obvious. "I had to lie about my name. Would you have been so kind to me if you had known who I was? Just look at how you're treating me now."
Darcy stood there, staring at him as if unsure of what to do. She let out a defeated groan and sat on the couch beside him. "Thank you...for helping me last night. When I'm sick I'm like a baby. I need to have someone there and...I'm glad that you came back." She said. Her eyes were glassy and Loki felt a pang of concern for her again. She gave him a small smile that he knew was forced, and pushed her glasses up to the bridge of her nose. "It's just a lot to take in all at once. Jane's gone, I'm with a god who tried to kill, well, everything and anything, and oh yeah, my parents hate me and my sisters a cunt. Then I get sick. What the hell did I do to deserve all of this?" She said, letting out a small laugh, then putting her face in her hands.
Loki frowned and brought his hand to her back, rubbing it gently. Clearly the girl couldn't handle stress well. "Everyone has bad days. Also, I'm sorry that I ruined your Halloween."
She brought herself back up to look at him and shook her head. "Oh no, you didn't ruin it. I mean, hey, that was perfect for Halloween. Total could've came out of a Stephen King book, or at least a made for TV dramatic mini-series. I'm sorry for being so sad and lame right now. I just still feel really weak after last night and I'm not sure how to handle all of this. My life is so boring and now out of nowhere it's like...stuff is actually happening." She wiped at her eye before a tear managed to slip out. "It's just all so weird."
Something in Loki was stirring. He felt uneasy. He didn't like seeing her this way. The Darcy he knew was a funny, independent, quirky, beautiful girl. But now she just seemed so broken. Have I done this to her? He racked his brain for something to do to fix this. "Darcy, you're far too pretty to cry." He said. She didn't say, or do, anything. She just sat there, continuing to try and hold in her tears. He took a firm grasp on her hand and she looked at him, wide eyed on his sudden impulsive nature. He gently let go of her, but continued to stare into her icy blue eyes.
"Open your palm." He said softly. She slowly opened her hand to see the most beautiful, dazzling piece of crystal. It had a black string on it, and Loki took no time taking it and putting her around her neck.
"Loki, this-this is beautiful. This is beyond beautiful." She said. She got up slowly and walked to the mirror on the wall in the hall, admiring the way it seemed to shine as if light was hitting it at all times. She was mezmorized, just has he had hoped she'd be.
Loki stood behind her, placing a hand on her waist. "I made it for you. It's gorgeous, much like how you're physically stunning. Delicate, like your emotions. Bewitching, like your personality. And radiant, like your smile." He said. She turned to face him, her mouth open but no sounds coming out. "Always smile, Darcy. I don't think you have the silghtest idea of what that smile can do to a man." He put his hand on her cheek, staring into her eyes once more. He could hardly resist kissing her right there and then, but she turned back to the mirror, looking at herself.
"You-You think I'm...beautiful?" She asked, almost in disbelief.
He brought his head closer to hers, breathing in the scent of her hair. The sweet smell of mango flooded his nostrils, entoxicating him. He brought his lips to her ear and whispered, "I don't think you're beautiful, I know you're beautiful. I've never seen any human or god quite as captivating as you are..."
He brought his eyes up to the mirror to catch a glimpse of her reaction. She had her eyes closed as if in ectasy, but he wasn't even doing anything. Somehow just the state of her facial features like that caused a great intensity in him. A feeling of longing swept through him. He wanted this girl. He wanted her now. He knew he could have her too. He could feel she wanted him just as much, if not more, as he wanted her.
But the only question on Loki's mind now was...should he, or shouldn't he?
