I was pissed. Like, super-god-damn-mega-ultra-pissed-as-shit pissed. Loki hadn't called me for eight god damn days. I know it's not like we're dating or anything, but still. He's my client. He should have enough common fuckin courtesy to at least keep me in the loop. That and I'm pretty sure I was going into Loki withdrawal. It's been far too long since I've seen those abs, that face, that ass. Sweet baby jesus,I miss that ass. Dear god, Darcy. You need help.
Three hours and eight pints of Cherry Garcia later, Jane called. "Hey, Darce. How've you been?" I let out a pitiful groan in response, which was mostly muffled by frozen deliciousness. Jane chuckled at that, so I continued. "Jane, Loki hasn't called me for a whole week and I'm pretty sure I'm dying. Write me a beautiful eulogy. Also bury me with Loki's underwear. Unwashed." Jane was full-on laughing at me now, so I scowled at her even though she couldn't see me. "Wow Darcy, I knew you were pining over this guy, but wow. Why don't you just call him?"
I had asked myself that same question at least a hundred times in the past few days, but didn't have a really great answer. "Um… independence? Or something? I dunno Jane, stop asking me questions. I'm too busy wallowing in my depression to answer them." I could practically hear her shaking her head. Fuck you Jane, just because you got to hook up with a fine piece of ass doesn't mean everyone else can. "Just call him, Darce. Stop being a baby." Of course, being the mature adult I am, I responded to that by snapping my phone shut and throwing it across the room.
The next day had been going fairly similar to the one before it, and I had been on my second rewatch of Love Actually when I heard a knock at my door. Being fairly positive that it was Jane, here to bully me into behaving rationally, I made no effort to improve my appearance or erase the scowl on my face. So I was fairly ready to jump out of my window when I opened the door to the green-eyed sex god that had been haunting my dreams for the past couple weeks. I let out a slightly strangled noise, which only widened his ever-present smirk. "Trying out homeless-chic, are we?" He said, obviously alluding to my pajama pants, ruffled t-shirt, and un-brushed hair. "I've got to say, I really do prefer your usual style." I laughed a little at that, and motioned for him to come in. Still rather flustered, I barely managed to tell him to sit at the table and wait a moment before I bolted to my bedroom.
It only took me about five minutes to change and throw on some makeup – a fact that actually made me quite proud – but it was still too long to wait before seeing that gorgeous body again. Jesus woman, at least try to keep it in your pants. I thought to myself as I speed-walked back to the kitchen. The sight of Loki lounging casually at my table, turning my cow-shaped salt shaker around in his hands, nearly made my heart stop. I managed to keep it however though, and said, "So how did you find my place? You stalking me or something?" He didn't look the least bit surprised that I was suddenly in the kitchen, and casually responded with "Thor gave it to me. Though that is an entertaining notion," glancing up at me as he said the last few words.
Not trusting myself enough to refrain from jumping him, I quickly sat down in a chair and sat on my hands. "Ah, gotcha. Well why are you here?" He put down the salt shaker and turned towards me before responding. "I wanted to apologize for my lack of correspondence. I was out of town on business," his lips quirked slightly at these words, "and was unable to spare a moment to call you. I hope I didn't inconvenience you in anyway." Though my initial plan was to play it cool and make sure to avoid sounding desperate, that all flew out the window when I heard his loin-fire-inducing voice apologize so sincerely to me. "No, it wasn't a problem. I totally understand. If you want, we could just head over to your place now and get the photos hung up." He looked slightly surprised at this. "You already got them printed?" I beamed a little at this, "Yep. I work pretty fast."
It wasn't too long of a drive from my place to Loki's, though I certainly wouldn't have minded spending more time with him in such close proximity. When we got to his room, I was quick to take out the photos. Luckily he already had frames for them, so they hadn't been too difficult to bring over. He thankfully seemed pretty pleased with them. "The first couple I want in the living room and family room, and the last will go in my bedroom." Holy shit, this is happening. I get to see Loki's bedroom oh my god holy fUCK maybe it'll be just like in the movies and he'll throw me down onto his bed and fuck me til I can't breathe. Okay, maybe less like the movies and more like straight up porn. Either way, it'll be great. Great like his ass. And his laugh. "You coming, Darcy?"
Hanging up the first two photos went by relatively quickly, though that was probably due to the fact that all I could think about was going into Loki's bedroom and smelling all of his t-shirts. I wasn't surprised when his room turned out to be as beautiful as the rest of his place. A king sized bed with an emerald comforter sat against the center of the far wall, adorned with gold pillows. The dresser, bedside table, and other small accoutrements perfectly accented the bed and were placed strategically around the room. His closet doors were closed, but I assumed it was fairly spacious, as well as his bathroom.
"I'm actually not entirely sure where to put this one. I figured you might help give me some input." I nodded, smiling at the prospect of being useful. I span in a small circle, making sure to take in every aspect of the room before deciding. "I think it'd look pretty good on this wall," I said, walking over to the spot in question, "since it seems a bit bare in comparison to all the others. He stood for a moment, seemingly thinking it over, before nodding and saying, "Yes, I think so as well. Thank you, Darcy."
Right after we had put it up, Loki sat on the edge of his bed, which I took as an invitation to do the same. Come on, Loki. Just do it. You know you want to. We're already on the bed, just make your move. "You must think it very egotistical of me to have this many self-portraits around myself." He said, looking slightly wistful as he did. I wasn't used to seeing him bear such an expression, so I snapped to attention. "Not particularly. Though it is a bit surprising that there aren't any pictures of your family." He chuckles darkly at that. "Though my family and I used to be fairly close, an admission of a certain truth a few years ago made relations a bit… strained, to say the least. Only recently have Thor and I begun to reconnect."
Though his voice remained steady as he said this, I could see his complacent expression falter slightly. On impulse I reached out and took one of his hands in my own. He regarded me with a curious expression, but didn't pull away. "I'm sorry, Loki. Family drama is pretty shitty. Though I'm glad you and Thor are doing better." I added on with a small smile. He chuckled lightly at my words, and gave my hand the smallest of squeezes. "Thank you for your concern, Darcy. I'm quite alright however." He took his hand back. "Would you like to continue our conversation downstairs, perhaps? It is quite unseemly for a woman to remain for so long with a man in his bedroom." He said with a minute leer, standing up and extending a hand. I was actually quite content to remain on his fantastic bed, especially if he was going to keep throwing innuendos at me that nearly made my knees buckle, I nodded and accepted his help up.
As we were walking out of his bedroom, I noticed a painting on his wall that I hadn't really taken in before. It took me a moment to place, but when I did I grinned. "This is a Nicolai Arbo print, right?" I asked. "Good eye," he said, "But it's not a print." I whirled to face him. "Wait, this is the actual painting?" I said, amazed. He nodded, looking amused at my reaction. I reached out and traced my fingers delicately along the frame. "How did you get this?" I muttered. He merely laughed and shook his head, inclining it towards the door. "Shall we?"
After we had settled down with some tea, I questioned Loki a little bit about his childhood. "Well, when Thor and I were younger, we used to wreak all sorts of havoc." He said, smiling. "There was this one day when my mother and father had gone out of town, and we decided it would be a great idea to try and jump off the roof and fly. Thor was a lot more enthusiastic about the idea than I was, so I didn't see the harm in… helping him off." I nearly choked on my tea from laughing, and Loki let out a small chuckle as well. "Yes, in retrospect it was quite an ill-advised idea. Our parents came home to the sight of Thor lying in the backyard with a broken arm, and me sitting on the roof laughing harder than I ever had. It was weeks before we were left unsupervised again." He smiled fondly at the memory, and I couldn't help wanting to kiss the smile off his face.
When it was time for me to leave, Loki reached into his wallet and produced a sizeable wad of cash. "Payment for your services. You most certainly deserve it." I took it from his hands, blushing when his hands grazed my own. " S'no problem." I muttered. He walked me to the door, but just as I was walking out, he grabbed my wrist. I turned back to face him, and found him looking at the floor. "I was talking to my brother this morning, and he advised me it would be highly idiotic of me to not… invite you out to dinner. Or whatever else you'd prefer." My heart leapt out of my chest and started doing the electric slide, and I'm fairly sure my eyebrows raised all the way to my hairline. "Are you serious? This isn't some prank, is it? Cause I know that your namesake is the god of mischief and all but this is going a bit too-" I was abruptly cut off when Loki's lips brushed over mine.
"Is that enough reassurance for you?" He said with a smirk, though I was fairly certain I saw the faintest of blushes across his cheeks. I stuttered out, "Yeah, I guess so. Yes. Yeah. So when do you wanna…?" All the while thinking something along the lines of SHITSHITSHITSHITOHMYSHIT. He thought about it for a moment, and replied with, "How about this Friday night, around seven? I'll pick you up at your place." I immediately nodded, and his smirk only grew. "Perfect. I'll see you then, Darcy." As soon as he shut the door, I broke into the happiest happy dance anyone's ever seen. THIS IS HAPPENING! Oh god I've gotta call Jane, she better be damn excited. Shit, this is probably the best thing to happen in the history of my everything. One step closer to getting that gorgeous fuck to fucking me.
This time I wasn't the least bit surprised when a taxi appeared right as I left Loki's building.