A/N: Wow, I haven't updated this in a while and I have a bunch of little one-shots to post. Sorry about that, loves! I'll try to update more consistently now.

loki/darcy - proposal

They were arguing again. They've been arguing a lot lately, Darcy noticed. Over such meaningless things too. Although she would admit that the make-up sex was fantastic (however, she began to suspect that Loki purposely started arguments just for the make-up sex). Currently they were arguing over Darcy working with S.H.E.I.L.D. and 'hanging out' with the Avengers. Loki didn't like it one bit. Darcy thinks he's being stupid. Even though they were on 'good' terms now, Loki still considers the Avengers his arch nemeses.

Darcy loves Loki, she really does, but he's been extremely annoying and clingy as of late. At first she thought it was cute, but it quickly became frustrating.

And by now their argument was getting beyond frustrating. "Look!" She yelled holding up her hands in a halting motion. "You need to stop. You need to stop this right now."

"Stop what?" Loki asks crossing his arms over his chest, affronted.

"Trying to control me or make me hate the things that you hate. I'm not going to hate the Avengers just because you do. I'm not going to hate anything because you do." She told him in a huff. "For fucks sake, Loki, I'm not your damn wife."

Loki was taken aback and Darcy was secretly satisfied that she managed to render him speechless. But then she practically saw the wheels turning in his mischievous mind and before she could stop him from thinking any further, "Fine. Then we shall marry at once."

Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor. "What!"

"Would you like the wedding to take place here on Earth or would you like it on Asgard? On Asgard we have quite impressive weddings."

"Loki." She tried interrupting.

"We have enormous feasts. The food is simply divine. Wait until you have the dessert, you'll die!"

"Loki!"

"And we have the best and most talented seamstresses to make your wedding dress. Not to mention the royal wedding hall is breathtaking. For the wedding night, do you—"

"LOKI!" She shouted now, throwing her arms up in the air.

Loki immediately stopped explaining his home's customs. "What?" He asked innocently.

"You can't just decide we're getting married! You have to ask me first!"

He sighed in irritation. "Oh, fine." He got down on one knee and took both her hands into his. "Darcy, will you marry me?"

She rolled her eyes. "Wow, Loki, you're so romantic and original."

Loki gave her devilish grin. "Oh, my dearest Darcy—apple of my eyes, angel of my heart, wind beneath my wings—will you do me the honor of being my wife, my better half?"

Darcy wasn't amused. "You're so stupid and I am not going to marry you."

His grin never vanished as he stood back up and towered over her. "You'll find that no is not an option."

She glared at him. "Loki, I'm not—"

"In fact, I must tell my brother the news at once." He told her, his grin turning even more wicked (if that were possible).

Her eyes went wide. "Loki, don't you—" But in the blink of an eye, he vanished.

Darcy knew she was in for hell now. Thor was going to be overjoyed, because for some reason he wanted Darcy and his brother to marry more than a fat kid wanted cake—he was such a friggin' mother. Jane was going to be pissed, because she already hated the fact that Darcy and Loki were even dating. The Avenger gang already thought she was crazy for dating Loki, now they were probably going to throw her onto the Looney-farm.

Just great.