loki/darcy - no hope for the damned

"I never want to see you again, you understand? I want you out of my life for good, Loki." Darcy spat out the words like they were venom on her tongue.

A detached part of herself noted that Loki looked like a crushed child, but she was too emotionally wounded to let it touch her heart. Too betrayed and too pissed off.

"Darcy, please, she means nothing." Loki pleaded, and if this were a different situation, Darcy probably would have forgiven him for the sole reason that he was pleading. Loki doesn't plead. At least not genuinely.

But the situation wasn't different. This was really happening and it was killing Darcy from the inside-out.

"How could she not mean anything? She's your wife."

Just saying it was plunging a dagger into her heart. Just thinking about it was torture, and all Darcy wanted was for Loki to leave.

"I abandoned Sigyn hundreds of years ago!" Darcy inhaled quickly and glared, and Loki realized he said the wrong thing. "She's obsessive. She's always been obsessive of me. When I married her… I was different in those times. I've changed. You know I've changed!" He told her desperately, but Darcy was having a hard time believing anything that Loki said.

"How long would it have been?" Her eyes were on him, cold as Jotunheim. "How long would it have been until you abandoned me too? Was I just some fucking game to you?" She shouts then and a tear rolls down her cheek, which she quickly wipes away. She promised herself she wouldn't cry in front of him. She would be strong.

Loki is hurt by her tears and thrown back by her question, shocked that she would think that of him—after everything they've been through—and yet he knew with his past and the recent event of Sigyn showing up, Darcy had every right to think so lowly of him.

"You know I wouldn't do that to you." He made to touch her, but she recoiled from him. His eyes stung and his hand dropped back down to his side. "I would never abandon you." He whispers. "I love you more than I've ever loved anyone."

The words were hard for him to say. He doesn't remember the last time he's told someone he loved them. It may have been to Frigga. When he was a child. The words seemed so foreign, yet so right to say to Darcy. He figured he probably should have said them sooner and much more often.

"Just go, Loki." Darcy speaks barely above a whisper, but he hears her loud and clear. "Seriously, just leave."

Loki looked into her eyes imploringly, as if to find some glimmer of hope. Anything besides anger, sadness, betrayal, and hate. He found no hope in her big blue eyes.

So Loki left. And that was when Darcy allowed herself to cry.