Chapter 7 ~ Confessions of Love

A/N: Okay, so I got one more follower... yay! But, there are like a hundred people reading it, and I've only gotten four reviews... please review you guys! I already wrote the next chapter so I'll be able to post it in the middle of the week. I'll write at least once a week, thanks for reading! Sorry about not posting for TWO WEEKS! Here, an extra chapter to make up for it... I love you guys, I'm sorry!

*** Darcy's P.O.V ****

The world was spinning, I was just at Starbucks and now I'm at home. The world was still spinning when I realized that I was screaming. There was a cold hand on my back, and next thing I knew I was on the couch.

I calmed down enough to stop screaming, but the world was still spinning. I had a terrible headache and I was so confused.

"Darcy! Darcy, are you alright?" a man asked hysterically.

I turned, confused, to see three Loki's staring back at me. I tried to nod, and he put his hand on my head. His cool hand did help a bit, and I grabbed onto his arm to make the spinning stop. Ever so slowly, the world stopped spinning and I was back to myself.

"What did you do?" I shrieked.

"I transported us back to your home," Loki said in a calm voice.

"Damn it Loki! I haven't talked to Jane in forever! What if she was going to apologize, or accept my apology? And, what did I tell you about using magic in public?" I hissed.

"I'm sorry. Lady Jane was going to use you to get to me so that I could take her back to Asgard. I couldn't let her use you," Loki said looking down.

Shit. That was my plan. I searched his face to see if he knew my plan, but he didn't. I couldn't believe it, I had actually manipulated him. He wanted to protect me because…

"Why couldn't you let her use me?" I asked softly.

"I don't know… things are so different now. I, I'm not supposed to like this planet, I'm supposed to be finding a way to-"he cut himself off.

"Loki, do you… I think I might…" I stopped myself.

I was blushing furiously! What was I saying? I didn't like him, he was… he was evil, Thor's evil brother. He was misunderstood like me; he was the jerk that ordered me around. He had a mischievous look on his face 24/7; he had those wonderfully green eyes… He was the prince of Asgard and he was… he was brilliant.

"You what?" Loki asked.

We were both staring at the ground too afraid to look into the other's eyes. Then, he took my hand and our fingers clasped.

"I love you," I whispered.

This time I didn't regret my mouth working by itself. Just this once, I'd let my mouth take over and shut my brains out. So what if I humiliated myself?

"And I love you," he said.

My heart stopped. He looked up, and our eyes met. It was like something was pulling us together because we inched closer and closer, closing our eyes as our lips met. He kissed me with so much passion and I returned the favor.

My mouth was certainly in control now. He pulled me off the couch and onto his laps, our mouths glued together. I curled up next to him, and his hands were cradling my face. My fingers intertwined in his hair as we pulled each other as close as possible; our lips smashing into each other.

Finally, we stopped and just stared into each other's eyes. His mesmerizing, green eyes were staring back at me. I memorized his face, the long eyelashes, his perfect eyes, his wet lips, his pink blush. I was feeling a bit hungry, but all I wanted to do was kiss him for the rest of the night. Heck, for the rest of my life!

Remember Darcy, you need to eat, I told myself, don't want to starve yourself to death now that you have the most perfect man in the world. Well no wonder he was so perfect, he wasn't even from this world. I kissed him, and then got up.

"Where are you going?" Loki asked softly.

"I'm going to make something for dinner," I said.

I forced my arms to work and made sandwiches for the both of us. I grabbed the bag of chips, two ice teas, and walked back to the living room. Loki was sitting on the couch, his face in his hands. He heard me coming and straightened himself up. I put down the food on the coffee table and sat down next to him.

"It was delicious," Loki smiled when we finished.

"I know, I'm probably the best chef in New Mexico," I grinned, scooting closer to him.

He put his arm around me and I rested my head on his shoulder. He found the remote and pressed a button curiously. He jumped when the T.V turned on causing me to stifle a laugh.

"What is that?" Loki gasped.

"It's a television. It's a form of Migardian entertainment. We watch movies and what not on it. It's similar to watching a play," I explained.

"Alas…" he muttered staring at the T.V, and then he grinned, "You're beginning to sound like me."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Migardian entertainment?" he questioned.

I giggled; he was rubbing off on me. I reached for the remote to put us on a movie and he kept it out of my reach. I grabbed at it, and then kissed him. His arms lowered to my waist, and I snatched the remote from him and pulled away with a mischievous laugh.

"You're very cunning," Loki said, grabbing a loose bunch of my hair and twisting it in his fingers.

I put on one of my favorite romantic comedies, and settled back in his arms. Loki messed with my hair for twenty minutes, and then I turned to him.

"What?" I asked.

"I don't find this very entertaining," Loki sighed.

"And what do you find entertaining?" I asked as he began to lean in, I followed his lead.

"This," he said before kissing me again.

I lay back on the couch and kissed him back. He was cool; as in cold, not awesome but he was both… I grabbed his shoulders to bring him closer to me. I finally got him to lie on top of me, my hands wrapped around his neck, his hands on either side of me. His tounge searched for a way in my mouth and I let it in, trying to pull us as close as possible.

His knees were on either side of me so that he wasn't completely crushing me, and his hands moved down to my waist. I just got his shirt undocked; I was trying to take it off, when the door was knocked off its hinges. Literally.