I'm not really a fan of this one, but it's the longest one yet, so...bittersweet.
Anyway, credit to rachelisafallenangel for the word used for the letter E!
Eavesdrop (verb): secretly listen to a conversation.
Disclaimer: I don't own Thor.
Loki is bored, and that is a term he does not use loosely.
He has been waiting in the living room of Darcy's apartment for her, because she insists they have to have a date night. Considering he has been involved with Darcy for six months, and considering the fact that she has warmed considerably to him, he already has picked up on her mannerisms. And, by the way she kept twiddling her fingers as she told him about this supposed "date night," he knows she is lying.
But, he supposes he might as well humor the woman. Clearly she wants him there and has resorted to lying to do so, so whatever it is, it must be important. Loki has never ranked matters based on their importance, but Darcy is a very complex woman; Loki has come to know that whatever she decides goes, which admittedly doesn't suit him very well.
Every relationship, however, has to come with sacrifice. And, he supposes, if Darcy is now content that she is involved with him, he will bother to listen to her sometimes.
"LOKI! I NEED YOU!"
Perhaps now would be right. "Darcy?" Loki calls, on his feet in a second. Quickly, he hurries to her bedroom door, pushing it open hurriedly, expecting her to be in some sort of peril. He is bewildered to see her turn to him in relief, a smile on her face at seeing him there.
"Oh, good, you're here," she says happily. "Can you help me find my purse?"
Loki slowly lowers his guard and stares at the foolish woman smiling before him. "You sounded as though you were in desperate need of help," he mutters dejectedly.
"I do! So be my knight in shining armor and help me find my purse?"
Loki sighs. "Very well," he mutters, turning around and heads into the kitchen to retrieve her the object he has come to know as her purse. Taking orders from a mortal. That is what he is doing. And yet, he doesn't find himself able to refuse her anymore.
This could be very bad for him...
Darcy comes out of her room now, dressed in evening wear. "You found it?"
"Yes, I did," says Loki slowly, and his eyes scan her apparel in confusion. "Humor me, darling, but did we not say we were going to have a date night here? Why do you wear such a dress? Of course, not that you don't look ravishing in it..."
These sort of comments are more or less unnatural for Loki, to be honest. He doesn't pay Darcy many compliments, nor give her pet names such as "darling" on a regular basis. However, this time, the comments slip out as the honesty of them hit him. The dress she wears is formal, but short on her small form, and it hugs her body in a way that is positively alluring.
Darcy blushes slightly, clearly unused to these comments as well. "Stop, no compliments," she says. "You're going to make me feel really guilty when I tell you that I lied about the whole date night thing. Whoops, I just said that..."
Loki chuckles and says, "Of course you were lying; do you believe I cannot tell? But, of course, that does not tell me anything. Why is it that you are dressed as such?"
"Well," Darcy hesitates, "I...might've...talked to the girls..."
"What?"
"We decided to have a girls' night. Jane, Natasha, Pepper and me," explains Darcy.
Loki raises his eyebrows. "You?" he says. "Forgive me, but the last time you and Jane had a girls' night, you were so drunk you ended up in a stranger's home and had broken at least ten Midgardian laws."
"...that was different," Darcy says defensively, though Loki smirks, knowing she is lying. "This time Jane is going to be the wet blanket who doesn't drink and drives us all home when we're too shitfaced to recognize each other."
"Sounds like a wonderful time," notes Loki dryly. "I appreciate that you have explained your plans for the evening, but what use am I here? I assume I am not only here to find your strange Midgardian objects, am I?"
"No, that's just a bonus," jokes Darcy, but Loki is only assuming she is joking; he cannot distinguish her Midgardian humor with her sarcasm. "But you're right. I had to lie to you to get you to come because I knew you would have never gone with the guys if I hadn't."
"Guys? Who do you speak of?" Loki echoes.
"Weeeell, Jane talked to Thor, and then Tony got involved, so long story short, you're joining the Avengers (minus Natasha of course) for guys' night," Darcy explains, smiling sheepishly at him.
Loki stares at her, now more bewildered than ever. She is not lying this time; she is only sheepish about the whole thing, and she damn well should be! How can she ever leave him to such a fate?
"I will not do it," he informs her matter-of-factly.
Darcy's smile softens. "I know it's not your ideal way to spend your Saturday night," she admits, "but c'mon, this could be good for you! You could use some friends."
Loki frowns. "I do not want them as my friends. I do not need them. I have you."
"You can't hang out with me 24/7, dude. I mean you may be my boyfriend and all, but that would be too clingy," is Darcy's ever-so-caring reply. "Just go out and have a good time, okay? You'll have fun!"
Loki is about to reply, but all of a sudden, the doorbell rings.
"Oh, that must be everyone," Darcy says, and she hobbles over to the door in the torture devices she calls footwear. "Hi, guys," she says cheerfully as she opens the door.
Loki watches in sulking displeasure as his enemies (or former enemies, he supposes, for Darcy's sake) file into Darcy's small apartment. The females are dressed similarly to Darcy, in evening gowns and torture-inducing footwear. The males, however, look much simpler in T-shirts and jeans.
Once everyone is inside, Darcy immediately begins to converse with Jane, Pepper, and Natasha. Loki is now left at the mercy of his brother, a cocky rich man, a stupidly loyal soldier, a meek scientist with a not-so-meek secret, and the foolish hunter who was once under Loki's control.
"Hey, Reindeer Games," greets Tony Stark affectionately as he saunters over to Loki in his usual manner. "You ready to hit the town? It's going to be awesome; we're gonna blow up the place."
Loki looks at Stark up and down coolly, sizing him up. "And here I thought you all did not approve of blowing up towns," says Loki calmly. "Is that not what led to our falling out a few months back?"
"Loki!" snaps Darcy, turning away slightly from the girls. "Behave!"
Loki is about to protest, but he is cut off by Stark's sudden snickering.
"Oh my gosh," says Stark, and his face morphs into one of glee. "You're whipped."
Loki is about to question what that entails, but the exasperated (and perhaps even tired) look that Darcy gives when she looks back in their direction tells him he is better off not knowing yet.
"Tony!" exclaims Darcy, clearly not appreciating whatever being whipped insinuates.
"Yes, dear friend?" asks Stark, playing the innocent.
Rogers, otherwise known as Steve, looks to Stark and insists something about how "he can't cut into personal lives" and whatnot, but from the way Darcy keeps glaring at Stark, it is clear Rogers never had to intervene; Darcy is going to get Stark back. Loki knows this for sure.
Sure enough, Darcy turns to Stark's lover. "Pepper, hit him," she implores.
Jane, who is next to Darcy, sighs. "Darcy," she says warningly, "that's rude."
"Oh, don't worry, I'm willing to do it," Pepper assures both Jane and Darcy, crossing her arms and glancing at Tony in the way only the stern blond could ever do.
Darcy grins in her direction, obviously respecting the woman, while Tony quickly coughs and moves away pathetically, stammering a quick need to speak to Banner, otherwise known as Bruce, about something. Loki smirks at the spectacle. Whatever being whipped is, it appears Stark is far worse than he is.
"Okay, this has officialy gone weird," declares Natasha a second later. She looks to the three woman beside her and adds, "Let's go. The night won't get any younger."
"Good idea. Alright, losers, out of my apartment!" calls Darcy.
Stark rolls his eyes. "We're the losers and yet you're the one in the apartment?"
"Don't give me sass," retorts Darcy. "I can still send Pepper on you."
"Oh, please do." Stark winks at Pepper in a show of flirtation.
Loki watches the spectacle with amused eyes as everyone begins to exit Darcy's apartment. Perhaps the night will not be so bad after all; he will just spend some time with some friends of Darcy's. And if Darcy is the one to wish it, then he shall try. At least he has not been assaulted by-
"We will have a glorious time, brother!"
-Thor. The stupid oaf has now draped a meaty arm around Loki's shoulder eagerly. Clearly as he was not the one to greet Loki first, Thor feels the need to express his happiness of seeing his brother through strangling.
"Hello, Thor," deadpans Loki.
Thor grins at the acknowledge happily. "And hello to you as well! Now, we shall go and deliver blows to the night as the Man of Iron insists!" he exclaims. He looks over to the women. "Dearest Jane, Lady Darcy, Lady Peper, and Widow of the Blackest of Spiders, I bid you all farewell, for we must be going!"
"See ya, big guy," says Darcy cheerfully in response.
Barton, otherwise known as Clint, says goodbye to Natasha, as Stark says to Pepper, and then they, along with Rogers, Banner, and Thor, begin to walk to the elevator. Loki, however, lags behind, still unsure of this arrangement. Truthfully, the only person he wishes to be with is Darcy, and the thought is not one he should express right now. One quick glance her way makes her instantly catch on to his hesitance, and in a second, she's crossing the room to get to him.
"You're lagging," she chides playfully, taking his hands in her smaller ones.
Loki finds himself unable to surpress a smile at her playful, smiling tone. "I am not sure about this night," he admits quietly. "What if..." He does not continue, but does hope she understands that he is uneasy about his past with these men.
"You're going to be fine," says Darcy, catching on right away what he is thinking of. And while her tone is still playful, her eyes scan his with a surprisingly gentle purpose. "Okay?"
Loki finds himself nodding, unsure of what this woman is doing to him, and he is surprised when she suddenly raises herself up slightly and presses the softest of kisses on his lips. He kisses back briefly, but she pulls away before he can immerse himself in the feeling of her lips on his.
"Just don't try to take over the world again," adds Darcy, quirking the corners of her lips into a smile. "Or at least give me three days in advance for whenever you do."
Loki smirks at the playful banter she gives. "I assure you will be the first person I tell," he says, daring himself to tease just as she does. The effect brings an even wider smile to Darcy's lips.
"Deal," she says, and it appears as though she is going to kiss him again-
"Hey Reindeer Games! Either get a room or get moving!" comes the ever-so-eloquent voice of Tony Stark, which prompts Darcy to release Loki's hands and sigh in frustration.
Loki frowns in Stark's general direction. "I could end him," he mutters darkly.
"But you won't," interjects Darcy quickly. "Now go and join the others, okay? But make sure to play nice with them, since they're kind of the Avengers. And have fun, too."
"With those imbeciles? I doubt that," mutters Loki, but he finally turns and leaves to join said imbeciles, not letting himself look back in Darcy's direction. He knows that if he does, he might never will himself to leave again.
It is now eleven at night, and Loki desperately wishes to leave.
Thor is singing a drinking song with Stark, Stark because he is half-inebriated, and Thor because he wishes to. Barton and Bruce are conversing to each other with respective drinks, and Rogers is dancing with an unknown woman, leaving Loki alone.
Not that he minds, of course; the less contact with these inferior beings, the better. However, when Thor and Stark begin another round of song, this time the song is about the woes of love. Thor hardly knows the words and Stark bumbles over them, but Loki still hears the lyrics clearer than day.
The lyrics seem to trigger something in his brain and everything suddenly becomes clear. Why he always obeys Darcy without knowing why. Why he is so weak when it comes to her. Why she can kiss him and make his mind go blank. His infatuation with Darcy to get her to be his has now gone awry, for he suddenly realizes something alarming.
He is falling in love with her.
The realization makes his mouth go dry. He gulps a mouthful of the pitiful Midgardian ale which leaves no real lasting effect on him, but the dryness does not subside. It is much worse than he thought...
"Hey! Hey, guys!" Stark calls suddenly. "We still have stuff to do!"
Thor is by his side in an instant, beaming like a star pupil in a classroom. "Do tell what else men on Midgard do on nights such as these, Man of Iron," he pleads.
Stark pauses to take a long drink of Banner's drink, much to Banner's chagrin. "Well," Stark says, pausing for effect, "we guys on Earth like to go to a little place called a strip club..."
"No," Barton interjects.
"Aw, c'mon, Hawky, loosen up!" says Stark. "I know if Natasha finds out she'll kill ya, but what are the odds of her ever finding out?"
Barton rolls his eyes. "Gee, I don't know, what are the odds?"
"Oh, right, she always has some fifth sense about getting stuff out of people," notes Stark absentmindedly. "But what else are we gonna do? We've done karaoke, drunk beer, danced our asses off, and now what?"
"We can go home," Banner suggests.
Stark gasps like the comment psychically hurts him. "Go home? But it's not even midnight yet! I refuse to go home until three in the morning, tops, and even then it's not the end of guys' night until one of you guys gets in trouble with the law."
"That's clearly your expertise, Stark, so perhaps you ought to be the one to do so," snarks Loki, which prompts a halfhearted laugh from Barton and Stark to place a hand on his chest as if wounded.
"I'm hurt," declares Stark, though his voice does not indicant that he is truly hurt by the words. "But seriously, there's gotta be something we can do to amp this night up."
"We could always blow the town up as you suggested," offers Loki mischievously.
"Hey, mister, contain your sass or I'll call the girl who's got you whipped to contain it for you. Heeey, now that gives me an idea," says Stark carefully, and he takes out his phone. "J.A.R.V.I.S., give me Pepper's location."
Certainly, sir, comes the unit's response.
A second later, Stark proudly displays the location the girls are at: a dance club. He makes everyone else sit down at a table while he stands before them with the air of the cocky man he is, no doubt inwardly celebrating his newest idea.
"So the girls are at a dance club," Stark begins. "Clearly, everyone knows being that a whole bunch of single, attractive women at dance club equals trouble."
"But they're not single," points out Rogers.
"But the question is, are they going to say that tonight?" Stark asks. "Our women could be dancing with men that are not us right as we speak!"
"Um, they're not our women," Banner mentions. "Steve and I are single."
"Bruce, do you have to rain on any parade I have to conduct?" asks Stark, looking offended. "Now just hear me out, okay? I'm just saying we should check up on them-"
"Oh, then I can call Natasha," Barton offers.
"No way," scoffs Stark. "That's the easy way out. Reindeer Games!" He directs his attention to a half-listening Loki. "Can I count on your help to do this the totally awesome Tony Stark way?"
Loki looks at Stark now and curls his lip in disgust. "No," he says simply. "I do not believe I would be of much help of whatever it is you wish to pull; your friends may do so better than I would."
"I will help you, Man of Iron!" interjects Thor excitedly, being one of said friends.
Stark nods his way. "Sure thing, bud. But here's the thing, Lokes," he says, directing his attention to Loki. "I can call you Lokes, right? I doesn't bother you? Great. So the thing is, we can't go to the dance club the girls are at because they're having their girly night or whatever. But you have magic, so you can see what they're doing!"
Loki frowns. "And why would I desire to do such a thing?" he asks.
"I just told you," says Tony like it is self-explanatory. "They're out having a grand time without us. What if they're dancing with other men? You have to check and see."
Loki frowns harder. "Why would they dance with other men?"
Stark shrugs and pauses as it to think thoughtfully about it. "Well, I can't give you a direct answer to that one," he says, "but the point is, people do that. Now are you in or what?"
Loki frowns at the image of Darcy with another. If what Stark says happens, then he must find out what Darcy is doing to ensure she is not dancing with another, for she is his and his alone. Concentrating, Loki lets the magic flow through his mind as he connects to Darcy.
For a second, he hears everything around her, and sees a few brief images of what is before him through Darcy's eyes. She is sitting at a table, much like they are, along with the other women. Relieved, he notes she is not with another.
"Darcy is not with another," Loki informs Stark. "Nor are the others."
"So what are they doing?" asks Stark, beaming that Loki has cooperated.
"They are sitting and conversing among each other," Loki replies.
Stark rubs his hands together in an act of maniacal plotting. "Ooh, that's perfect," he says gleefully, and he grins at the men. "Now here's the new plan-"
"New plan?" Rogers interrupts. "Tony, you already know the girls aren't dancing with other guys. That was already low of you to think. You can't seriously mean that you now want to-"
"Oh, but I do," says Stark. "Eavesdropping!"
Rogers sighs and gives up.
Clint speaks up. "No," he says, "we can't."
"You're just saying that because Natasha will kick your ass later if she finds out."
"She will find out."
Loki is considering leaving right about now. What idiots these Avengers are, and to think, they once thwarted his plan to take over the world. It would be easy to leave now and not be noticed...
"Lokes!" Stark calls, whipping his head to face him. "What do you say?"
Loki wants to say several things to the stupid, dimwitted man, but he knows if he does then he will be not "playing nice" as Darcy had chided him to before he left.
"I am not sure," is what Loki says at last. "What would I gain?"
Barton raises a glass to his lips and mutters, "Hell."
Stark ignores him. "Info, of course," he informs Loki. "You and your brother don't get it, since you're aliens and all, but here on Earth, girls talking only means one thing: gossip."
Rogers scoffs and says, "And you're interested in gossip right now?"
"He's just worried Pepper is revealing his deepest secrets as we speak," Banner chimes in, and Rogers shoots him a grin to acknowledge the mutual humor they find in the statement.
"I'll ignore that because I am not going to pay for whatever damage your green rage monster could do right now," Stark says, and he turns to Loki and adds, "But gossip here on Earth, among girls, only leads to another thing: guys. And since we're the guys in their lives-"
"Steve and I are still single," interjects Banner.
"-they're going to be talking about us," finishes Stark. He looks expectantly at Loki, raising his eyebrows. "So? What do you say? Want to find out what your girlfriend thinks of ya?"
Loki does not know how to respond. While he does want to know how Darcy speaks of him to others, he is slightly unsure if he really wants to know. He is falling in love with the woman for Odin's sake; does he really have the need to find out something he does not want to hear from her? Like if she despises him, perhaps? Or if she even returns his feelings in the slightest?
"Is that what commonly happens in these events, Man of Iron?" questions Thor. "Do men on Midgard always listen in on the women they admire to figure out how they feel?"
"Oh, yeah, definitely," replies Stark easily.
Loki recognizes that the man, however smoothly he plays it, is lying. This revelation makes Loki respect Stark just the slightest, for it seems Stark has his own sense of mischief, just as Loki does. In the end, the prospect of mischief is what prompts Loki to connect his mind to Darcy's once more, pausing to listen in to the conversation.
"So, just how crazy does Stark drive you?" Natasha is asking Pepper.
Pepper laughs just the slightest. "Honestly?" she says, looking up at the women around her. "He drives me insane with everything he does. He's crazy, he's stupid, he's...Tony."
"I can't argue the part where he's stupid," notes Natasha casually.
Pepper laughs a little more. "And what about Clint?" she asks.
Natasha grips the drink in her hand just the slightest bit tighter. "What of him?"
"How...is he? I mean, does he drive you crazy too?"
Natasha shrugs. "Every couples has to, I guess," she says. "I'm not sure if he really drives me crazy, though. It's kind of like if one of us goes crazy, so does the other."
Darcy speaks now, which makes Loki focus most on her. "Hold up, hold up," she declares, and it is clear she's slightly tipsy. "Not every couples has to drive each other crazy."
Natasha quirks an eyebrow at her. "And I suppose Loki is all calm and sane."
Darcy giggles at that. "Oh, hell no," she says bluntly. "But I don't mean my relationship, I mean Jane's! C'mon, Jane, isn't Thor just, like, perfect?"
Jane opens her mouth in halfhearted protest when she hears this. "What?" she says. "No! I-I mean, not that I don't think he's perfect, but I mean, we drive each other crazy too; he's always gone, and I'm always...here. Tasha's right that every couple drives each other crazy."
Natasha shifts her weight slightly to gaze at Darcy in a more questionable position. "And so if I'm right," she says, "that would mean that Loki drives you crazy too."
Pepper looks interested now too. "Yeah, just how crazy does he drive you?" she asks. "It can't be easy, having to date a guy because he blackmailed you into it."
Darcy pauses to think about it, cocking her head thoughtfully. "Well, we're kind of past the whole blackmail thing," she admits. "He's changed. It's just two normal-ish people in a relationship."
"But surely he's more...demanding to your mental health, isn't he?" Jane asks.
"I dunno about that," notes Darcy. "He is kinda crazy. I mean, guy tried to take over the world once. He was evil. That kind of stuff lingers, y'know? But he's better now. He saved my life. He honestly tries to keep a relationship with me because he kinda likes me. And it's really not healthy to be with him. He drives me crazy every second of the day because I don't know if one day he'll just snap back to evil and forget about me."
Jane quietly leans forward. "Oh, Darce," she murmurs. "I didn't think-"
"No, it's okay," says Darcy, waving off the subject. "But you guys are right. I'm fucking crazy just being with the guy, and even crazier because I...might even be falling in love with him, too."
Pepper looks surprised. "Oh, wow," she says. "That's-"
Loki never finds out what she thinks, because he breaks the contact and slowly leans back in his seat with everything said running through his mind. Darcy doubts him. Darcy is falling in love with him. Neither are good, and yet, they are opposite. What is he to do?
"So, did you get anything?" comes Stark's annoying voice.
Loki conjures the illusion of a piece of parchment with the whole conversation displayed on it in wording, letting it fall before Barton. As Barton picks it up, Loki slides out of his seat and stands, knowing what he must do.
Barton reads the paper quickly, and his eyes flit to Loki. "Go," he says quietly.
Loki was not awaiting permission, but he does nod in Barton's direction, knowing that Barton means well. Quickly, Loki magics himself before the dance club Darcy is at, and he swiftly enters the place and finds her and the other women at their table.
"Darcy, we must talk," says Loki when he reaches the table.
Darcy looks surprised to see him. "Oh, Loki!" she says. She peers past him. "Are the other guys with you, or are you just playing hooky from them? I told you, you had to stay and-"
"He knows what you said," interrupts Natasha.
Both Darcy and Loki turn to her.
"What?" It is Darcy that speaks.
Natasha raises her cup to her lips. "What you said just now about him. He knows what you said," she repeats, and she glances over at Loki knowingly.
Darcy's mouth opens and closes, clearly displaying how lost she is, but Loki grips her hand and tugs her away from the table she is seated at swiftly, since she clearly is not about to move.
They go outside. Or rather, Loki drags Darcy outside.
"Was she right?" asks Darcy in a low voice once they are alone. "You heard?"
Loki sighs. "Yes," he admits. "I connected to your mind."
"What? But...we agreed you wouldn't do that," Darcy says, confused. "Why-"
"I was eavesdropping," Loki cuts her off. "Stark insisted that you Midgardian girls often speak of the men they are involved with when they are with other female companions, and I wished to find out what you thought of me. I found out and now I wish to speak to you about it."
Darcy still appears lost. "B-but you weren't supposed to know! And eavesdropping? What are you guys, ten-year-olds? That was a real low move, Loki!"
"I know," says Loki, and he fears his voice is too desperate as he adds, "But I do not wish to linger on that. May we speak of what you said or not?"
Darcy groans, and she places her face in her hands briefly before pulling away and then facing Loki. "You know what? Whatever, let's do that," she agrees. "Usually I'd save heavy talks until I'm drunk, but, I'm tipsy and that'll have to do."
Loki almost wants to smile at the stupid comment she gives, because the way she says it is so endearing. Clearly, she has bewitched him if he wishes to smile at such an asinine comment.
"You said I drove you insane," notes Loki. "Perhaps we should discuss that."
Darcy bites her lip. "Well, not to be rude, but you kinda do," she admits. "I mean, you're always going on about how much better you are than everyone, and how you're too high and mighty and should be a king, and it's...infuriating. I don't know how to deal with a guy like that. It's like you're a whole different level of asshole!"
Loki does not know how to respond. Surely she does not want him to believe he is equal to Midgardians, does she? Clearly, that is not the case!
"But, to be honest, I...got used to it," adds Darcy. "And it's kind of...weirdly cute, because it's kind of what makes you you, and I like you. Against my better judgement, but I like you."
Loki dares to move closer to Darcy now, letting his eyes linger over her face before locking with her own eyes. "And you mentioned something else," he breathes. "That...you are afraid I will one day forget you and move on to go back to my sinister ways."
Darcy, who has been very tense, somehow tenses more. "I did," she says quietly.
Loki falters in his gaze, in his speech, in his stance. He does not know how he wishes to respond. He can let go of this woman now and save him the trouble she is causing him by making him so weak, or he can force himself to realize he might actually be able to have a weak spot for someone.
"Then I must tell you...that I will never do so," says Loki finally, and he reaches for Darcy's tense hand, slowly gripping her fingers gently. "I am not a changed man. I cannot assure you I ever will fully change. But if there is one thing I am certain of as to who I am, Darcy, it is that I am falling in love with you as well, and I do not intend to let that slip by me in the slightest."
Darcy's body, once tense, relaxes slightly. "Really?" she whispers.
Loki swallows the tension that builds in his throat at the realization of just how true it all is, nodding just once. "Of course," he mutters lowly. "And I am very sorry about ever having eavesdropped on you. I never intended to offend you. I care for you, Darcy Lewis."
Darcy slowly begins to smile. A little bashfully at first, and then the smile evolves into a wide grin. "You're being romantic," she says almost accusingly.
"Do not tell anyone," says Loki, and he slowly begins to smile back.
Darcy moves forward and takes his other hand so she is close to him, angling her face to gaze up at his. "Look at us," she says laughingly. "A couple of freaks who are falling in love because one mischievous demigod tried to eavesdrop."
"Tried? I'm sorry, darling, but I assure you, I succeeded."
Darcy keeps grinning. "Sorry, pal, but most people who eavesdrop are not supposed to get caught. There's a reason why people do it; it's supposed to be a secret."
"Oh?" Loki looks down at her, smirking slightly and shifting closer to her. "And would you have wished that I would have never revealed that I did to you?"
"Hmm, it'd certainly be nice to pretend for everyone else."
"So you wish to make this a secret for now? I'm afraid the other Avengers and your female friends already have the knowledge that you are falling in love with me," Loki says.
"Geez, and you're supposed to be the God of Mischief?" scoffs Darcy. "I mean, since they don't know what you feel for me, maybe we can use this for some pranking opportunities."
"How...mischievous of you," says Loki, smirking even more. "Go on."
"Well, we're going to have to do our own fair share of eavesdropping..."
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