A/N: hello again! this chapter is much longer than the first one, which makes me happy c: i feel like Loki is drifting further and further into being OOC, but oh well. as always, any suggestions are very much welcomed, and i hope you enjoy this chapter ^u^
Chapter Twoo
I wasn't too surprised when I found myself unable to focus on anything but Loki's perfect ass muscles when I got home. Because of this, I had just resigned myself to an evening of unproductivity and useless pining when Jane called. "Hey yo. What's up?" I asked around a mouthful of Rocky Road. "Hey Darce! I just wanted to ask you how your photo shoot with Loki went." She said, her voice clearly hiding undertones of… something. Oh well. I'd overanalyze that later. "It went pretty well. Loki is basically the sexiest fucker I've ever seen – which I'm sure you already knew – so that's happening. He also takes ridiculously good photographs, and also I really would like him to fuck me into next week."
Jane's laughter sounded uncomfortably loud and tinny through my phone's shitty speaker, and I had to pull the phone away from my ear for a second. "Yeah, I kind of had a feeling you'd react that way. I personally find him a little off-putting, but I've got Thor anyway so that's probably for the best." I sighed slightly, anticipating yet another "Oh my god Thor is the sexiest man on the face of the planet" speech. "Anyway, I'm glad you feel that way. I guess he's been single for a while now, and Thor's been trying to set him up with someone pretty unsuccessfully." Well, well, well. This is a pleasant turn of events. And by pleasant I mean holy SHIT AMAZING YES OH MY GOD HE'S SINGLE? I mean my chances of getting in his pants are probably lower than the bottom of the ocean but hey. I take what I can get.
"So I figured maybe if you two hit it off, I can get Thor to encourage Loki to make a move." I took a few calming breaths before answering, not wanting to come off as desperate. "Yeah I mean you know whatever it's up to you. Well, really it's up to Thor. But yeah I'm cool either way you feel I'm all about being casual and nonchalant because that's just me this is me this is REAL THIS IS ME IM EXACTLY WHERE I'M SUPPOSED TO BEE NOW, GONNA LET THE LIGHT. SHIIINE ON ME." So maybe I've seen Camp Rock sixteen times. Sue me. Jane chuckled a bit more before responding with "Okay, whatever you say Darce." We chatted amicably for a few more minutes before she hung up, presumably to go caress Thor's glorious pectoral muscles or something. Whatever.
It was another three days before I was able to finish editing the best photos of Loki, but that was mostly because there were just so many perfect ones. I swear to god, this man was flawless. However, I couldn't just show up with several dozen options for him to choose from, so I forced myself to narrow it down to ten. And if I didn't actually delete any of them, just moved them to my secret lust folder, well who's to know. After a quick confirmation-of-meeting-type phone call with Loki that did most certainly not turn my stomach to goo, I hailed a cab to his apartment. I had to force myself not to skip down the hall to his door, reminding myself that Loki probably wouldn't be into a Mary Poppins wannabe. After a few quick knocks, the door opened to quite possibly the most beautiful sight I'd ever laid my eyes upon.
The fucker was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His skin was a lovely shade of alabaster, and his Cimmerian hair was still quite damp. Rivulets of water ran down his toned chest, forming a trail that lead down to the beginning of what I already knew was probably the most glorious male genitalia to ever have graced this earth. Oh dear, sweet, baby Jesus... are you trying to get me to molest this man? Because I am so fucking tempted right now, all I want to do is just lick that water off his skin. Right in the hallway. Fuck.
His lips quirked into a familiar smirk, and his eyes danced. "Sorry for my lack of clothing, you called me right as I was stepping into the shower." Shit that means he was naked when I called him. Oh god oh shit fucking piss what the fuck is this. "I didn't think you'd get here so soon. Would you mind waiting for me in the living room while I put something more… substantial on?" The only thing I mind is that you're covering up that fuckable body, sir. "No, no. Of course not. I'll uh, just get the pictures out and ready." He stepped aside slightly to let me in, though not so far that I didn't brush his bare chest with my arm. Said arm then proceeded to tingle like a bitch. I am so fucked.
By the time Loki reemerged from what I assumed was his bedroom – wearing jeans that left nothing to the imagination and an ebony shirt that clung just as well as the one he wore the day I met him – I had laid out all ten photos on his coffee table. I couldn't help but ogle slightly at his tousled appearance as he approached, but forced myself to stop when he got close. "So, what do you think?" I asked hesitantly, nervously awaiting his approval. For a few horrifying moments he was completely silent, leaning over the table and examining each photo in detail. After what seemed like an eternity, he turned towards me oh shit his face is way too fucking close and said, "They're wonderful, Darcy." And so help me god, when he said it, he smiled. An honest to god genuine smile that, though a little small, still made his eyes crinkle a little bit and made my heart leap twenty stories off of a figurative building.
A second passed in which I just stared into the depths of his eyes, but I quickly regained what little sense of professionalism I had left and said "Thank you, I'm so glad you like 'em. Now all we've gotta do is decide which ones you like the most, and how big you want them to be." I added a little smile of my own after saying it, and I could've sworn I saw a flicker of fondness in his eyes afterwards. Damn you, wishful thinking. He pulled back from me slightly and nodded. Though I was disappointed at the loss of closeness, he repositioned himself on the couch and motioned for me to join him. I sat down a bit closer than anticipated, ending up in our shoulders, arms, and knees brushing together, but he didn't complain so I didn't move.
We spent close to half an hour discussing, and I was quite reluctant to leave by the end of it. A lot of that definitely had to do with his body of course, but after talking with him for so long I fully realized that his personality was just as alluring. Just as I readied myself to leave, he smoothly asked me "Would you like to stay a bit longer, Darcy? I'd love to continue conversing." No, my heart certainly did not just spontaneously Irish river dance behind my ribcage, I just had a hiccup. "Yeah, I guess I could probably stay. I don't have anything else going on today." Loki's lips upturned slightly at that, and he stood up. "I'm going to fetch myself some tea, would you like any?" I nodded with a small smile, and he disappeared into the kitchen.
As he busied himself with brewing, I took it upon myself to quell my curiosity regarding his home and belongings. Okay, so I was snooping. But I just wanted to make sure I wasn't trying to nail (and possibly marry but hey we're taking it slow) a murderer or anything. I slowly walked through the living room, admiring the paintings on the wall. A few of them in particular seemed familiar to me, though I couldn't quite place why. Regardless, they were all quite beautiful. Good taste in art, check. The few coats I spotted on his coat rack – though I had never actually seen him wear them – were undoubtedly quite flattering. Sexy jackets, check. I rifled through a few dresser drawers, though none that looked anything remotely close to private. Though that probably wouldn't have been the case had I made it anywhere near his bedroom. And, consequently, his underwear drawer. Darcy's a big perv for Loki, check infinity.
Just as I was closing a drawer full of art museum brochures, I heard Loki coming in from the kitchen and quickly leaped back to the couch. "I hope you don't mind English." I certainly don't mind your sexy English lilt. "Nah, I'm all about English." I eagerly curled my hands around the steaming mug he handed me, drawing my knees up and getting comfortable. "So, Loki. Tell me something about yourself." I asked, taking a cautionary sip of my tea. Figures it'd taste perfect. Damn you, green-eyed sex god.
He smirked – god damn that smirk – and said, "I'm not sure there's much I could tell you that you haven't already heard from Thor or merely inferred on your own." I quirked an eyebrow at him, taking another drink of tea. "You could at least tell me where you work. I mean come on, you are ridiculously well-off." Loki merely raised an eyebrow back at me in response, prompting me to question him further. "A banker, maybe? No, I couldn't see you as a banker." It'd be a waste to hide a body like that under a suit, anyway. Wait, no. If the suit fit him right, then I would be all over that. And under it. "Umm, a doctor. A surgeon. I dunno, a mafia member?"
He seemed to be having a bit of trouble controlling himself at that point, and though I tried to keep my expression in a pout I could feel my own laughter bubbling up. "Come on, Loki. Spit it out. I think it's pretty clear that you're a hardcore drug dealer, but I still need verbal confirmation from you before I can admit you to a rehab center." At this point Loki had put a hand over his mouth, and his body was shaking ever so slightly. After seeing him behave so stoicly and perfectly and sexily (come on Darcy stay focused) the past few days, this much of a reaction cause a bit of pride to swell in my chest. Plus, he looked fucking adorable when he thought something was funny.
We chatted for a while after that, though he cleverly evaded any questions regarding his career and more recent personal developments. Normally I would've been suspicious, but I ended up hearing a plethora of embarrassing Thor stories that I couldn't wait to hold over Jane's head, which made up for the lack of information. It was actually really nice hearing him talk about Thor, cause his voice and eyes just got filled with so much cute that I nearly couldn't breathe. I was a bit wistful as I left, though I suspected his sharp-enough-to-maim-a-man cheekbones had a lot to do with that.
I had only been waiting outside for a couple moments when a cab showed up, and I fist bumped the sky a little bit at my good fortune. As I settled into the backseat, my phone squawked at me. Flipping it open, I saw that Loki had texted me, saying "I called a cab for you, hope you didn't have to wait long. See you in a few days." As soon as I read it, I let out a little squee, clutched my phone to my chest, and sank back into the seat doing the best happy dance I could in the restricted space. For a cool, sassy fuck, he's surprisingly precious. I thought to myself, closing my eyes and sighing softly.