Disclaimer: Thor and it's characters are property of Marvel. We just play with them.

A/N: NOW I'm back on track. Also Darcy sucks at cooking. XD

Chapter Summary: Loki never believed he would have to cook for himself like some commoner. But he'd rather do so than risk eating whatever the evil mistress that was his woman managed to cook up.

Day 21: Cooking

If they weren't eating out or having takeout of some kind, Loki did all the cooking in the relationship, considering Darcy had once burnt a pot of water. In fact he banned her from the kitchen if it involved cooking anything more than a grilled cheese, and that was if he was supervising her the whole time.

Loki could still remember a time when he had cooks that did this for him. Now he had to fend for himself. Darcy promptly calls him a spoiled brat whenever he brings these facts up. He grumbles about it, but otherwise bites his tongue.

Today it had started off raining when they woke up, continued to rain as they worked, and was still raining when they got home. Neither of them felt like going out in this weather, so when they returned home from work, Loki went into the kitchen to search for something to cook up. At least they recently got groceries so there was plenty to choose from.

"How about salads?" He mused, glancing over his shoulder at his woman with a spark of mischief in his forest green eyes.

She groaned as she tossed her bag onto the counter and sat down. "I don't wanna eat grass again..." She whined, burying her face into her arms.

Loki rolled his eyes. "And they call me melodramatic." He said wryly, shaking his head as he turned and looked at what he could prepare. "Vegetable soup, then? The weather is perfect for it."

"Ugh, shoot me now." Darcy gagged.

Loki turned to her and gave her a look. "Let me guess, you would prefer something along the lines of lips and assholes?" He said, speaking about hot dogs.

She perked up at that. "Which kind, the edible ones, or the kissable ones?" She grinned lewdly.

Loki closed his eyes. He should have known better than to give her an opening by now, he really should have. Shaking his head and slowly exhaling, he turned once more to what he could make. "Spaghetti, then?" He glanced over his shoulder at his woman and eyed her. Darcy thought it over then bobbed her head in a nod. Nodding, Loki turned back to begin getting everything out that he'd need to make it. He stopped when he seen Darcy was standing next to him. "What are you doing?" He asked her, eyeing her suspiciously.

"What, you don't want me to help any?" She smiled up at him as she adjusted her glasses.

"You're forbidden from entering the kitchen when cooking and or baking is going on within." He said, absolutely serious while he sat everything down. "Besides," He said, starting to prepare the hamburger meat. "Your definition of helping me while I cook is giving me orders."

"Come on! Let me help." She begged, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind and resting her chin on his back. "Pleeeeaaaase? Pretty please? Pretty please with world domination on top?"

He laughed and shook his head, prying her hands off him so he could get the hamburger meat cooking before he started the sauce. "Fine, fine. Do you think you can manage to open those cans for the sauce for me?" He asked, glancing at her with a wry smile. "Without burning the place down."

"Well," She said, getting the can opener. "If something catches fire, it's a good thing I'm dating a Frost Giant that can freeze shit." She said, looking at him and winking. He huffed at her while she began opening the cans. As he opened the jar of spaghetti sauce and poured it into the pan, he heard Darcy curse.

He looked at her and seen she was favoring a finger. "What did you do?" He asked, taking her hand, believing she'd hurt herself.

"I just broke a nail!" She said, and Loki stared at her like she'd grown a second head. "What?! That's a painful thing I'll have you know!"

"You were just opening a can!" He threw his hands up and shook his head at her.

"I've broken a nail washing my hands before." She said, grinning a bit at him. She looked at the can she had been opening and hummed, taking out the black painted nail that had fallen in. Loki stared at her. She looked at him and shrugged. "What? Haven't you ever heard of the five second rule? This counts."

"No." He snatched the can and threw it away. "We can do without the one can." He closed his eyes and took a breath before saying, "Just, fill a pot of water for the noodles." He sighed then said, "If you can do so without cutting a toe off." He smirked at her.

"Hey, don't joke, I once cut my toe open on a piece of ice I dropped. The kitchen is like the most dangerous room in the home." She said, absolutely serious as she filled a pot with water as he requested of her.

He chuckled. "Indeed, especially when Darcy Lewis is in it." He teased her. She threw a spatula at him for that one.

Fin