August

"Oh my God, Loki," Darcy screeched, storming up the stairs. "I do not want to talk to you right now."

She'd stayed silent through the tense car ride back, but couldn't keep it in anymore when he'd breached the silence as they got home.

"You had no right to do that," she seethed, ignoring the fact that she'd just said she didn't want to talk to him.

"No right?" he echoed angrily. "No right? That man was moments away from kissing you! He was dancing almost on top of you! I had every right," he said fiercely.

Darcy turned the key in the lock jerkily and sailed through the door. "He was not going to kiss me! And he wasn't dancing on me, he was just dancing, well, kind of close, but...well, okay, so in hindsight I probably should have just moved further away," she admitted reluctantly.

Loki threw his hands up. "Thank you," he said, as if she'd just proved his point. Darcy's eyes flashed angrily at that.

"Be that as it may, it was entirely uncalled for for you to punch him in the face. You could have broken his nose, Loki."

"I wish I had."

"Well, that's just great," Darcy said, her anger draining behind and leaving her feeling like she wanted to cry. Her period was probably coming soon, she'd been so moody. "I've got a bloodthirsty boyfriend. But it was so nice, to be escorted out of the club. Really, Loki," she said, blinking back tears and biting down on sarcasm. "It was just an amazing experience."

Loki sighed in frustration. His adrenalin was still pumping like crazy from being so angry, but Darcy was about to cry and he couldn't handle that. Honestly, he wasn't sure why he had gotten so pissed. The man had been far more familiar than he had any right to be, but still, it was a club... It was just that when he'd come back from getting them some water only to see another man practically grinding against Darcy, his head close enough to kiss her- not to mention that the man had given him this smirk...the audacity of him... Well, so he'd snapped and punched the man's nose.

"Look," he strove for a more reasonable tone, trying to dampen his frustration. "I don't know what you expect from me."

"For you not to go around assaulting people, Loki!" Darcy cried, gesturing her hands wildly. "God damn it."

"Well, what would you rather I have done?" he asked. "Just let him keep humping you?" Darcy made a face at his choice of words. "Because I'm sorry, Darcy, but I don't like to see other men being that close to you."

"I don't know, Loki," she said, blinking back tears. "I don't know what you should have done. I don't just know everything, okay?" She sniffed, a tear running down one cheek.

Loki reached toward her, as if to wipe it off, his heart clenching painfully. He never could stand to see Darcy cry. But she shook her head sadly and walked away, into their bedroom. He wanted to follow her, but got the sense that she could use a little time to herself. So instead, he walked to the kitchen and made two mugs of tea, trying to collect his thoughts. They'd fought before, but only over small things. It had never really felt like a fight before. But this did.

When he took the tea into their bedroom fifteen minutes later, Darcy was dressed in her pajamas and was reading in bed. Well...'reading'. She was looking at a book, but her eyes weren't moving over the pages. Her face was still drawn and she looked sad.

"Truce?" he asked softly, holding out a mug of tea the way she liked it.

She looked up miserably, but smiled slightly at the tea. She took the cup, putting the book down. "Okay," she said, her voice small.

It was very confusing for Loki. He wasn't used to Darcy acting like this. She was certainly quick to jump from emotion to emotion, but she was hardly ever sad.

"I'm sorry I punched that man," he said. It was true. While it had been satisfying at the time, looking back, it hadn't been his shining moment.

"No, it's okay. I'm not sure...I don't know why I was so upset. I mean, I'm not glad that you punched him, but...it's not like he was entirely innocent or something." Not sure what to do with that, Loki just waited. Sure enough, Darcy continued after a moment of thought. "I think it might have had to do with me being more...hormonal, than usual," she said. Oh.

Smiling slightly, he joked, "Well, maybe we should just stay away from clubs from now on. No more dancing. We'll become strict un-funitariasts."

Darcy gave him a look, but she smiled. "That's not a word. And I want my dancing! But maybe take a break for a little while. Focus on getting you trained as a professional boyfriend."

"Oh really," Loki asked, relieved that they'd moved back into familiar territory. He waggled his eyebrows. "And just how do you propose to go about training me?"

Darcy giggled, snuggling against his chest and trailing light fingers down his body. "Oh, I don't know," she said. "I've got a few ideas..."

A/N: lol, just realizing how much they have sex. Sheesh. =P