Chapter 9

A/N: See what a review does to me?! I was so inspired and so happy that I got just one more review that I decided I'd write another chapter sooner than planed! Thank you for the review! You see guys, if you review I get happy and I write more! Haha, bear through a review, you'll be rewarded with another chapter. Polls for voting end this thursday so that I can get a chapter in by saturday. I have big plans for this story! This is kind of a nonsense chapter that doesn't really need to be here, but because I'm just so happy I decided to add it! Please review, and PLEASE VOTE! I'll start doing recaps now so that in case if you accidently reach the newest chapter and you're not sure if this is it, read my recap it will sum up the last chapter. P.S. It's not going to have a Coulson/Barton slash... frankly it kind of creeps me out (no offence fans!)

Recap of Chapter 8: SHIELD agents come into Darcy's apartment and Loki pulls the I'm the prince of Asgard card. He mentions that he is Thor's brother and Odin's son, and he knows that this will alert them that he is alive, but he's so freaking worried he has to do it! Agent Coulson and Barton decide to leave them alone and return soon to question them. They drugged Darcy which ticked Loki off, and then they drugged him. Enjoy!

I yawned and stretched in my comfy, cozy bed. My hand hit something, well, someone. I turned on my side and saw Loki right beside me. I smiled, but then panic hit me. Had I slept with him? I looked down, I was still fully clothed. Then, it hit me.

Damn. SHIELD. I debated on whether I should wake up Loki, or just leave him. In the end, I was too afraid to deal with this alone, so I decided I'd try and wake him up. I shook him gently at first.

"Loki?" I said in my softest voice.

He didn't stir. I shook him harder and called his name again. He wasn't responding! I put my head to his chest to check for breathing. He was breathing, but not as often as he should. I shook him hard and began weeping.

"Loki! Loki, wake the hell up!" I cried.

Then I just began murmuring his name through my tears. Why wasn't he waking up? What did they do to him?! I remembered one of the agents sticking a needle in me, Loki looked furious, then nothing.

Desperate times called for desperate measures. I jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen. I turned the water on and filled up a cup of cold water. I tossed in a couple of ice cubes, and then I ran back to my room. Loki lay on my bed, still as ever, and it frightened me.

"I'm sorry Loki," I said.

I dumped the water on his face and chest, and then jumped back, expecting him to sit up and do something crazy. He stayed still for a second, and I let out a scream. I dropped the cup and I flung myself onto his wet body and I started hitting him and crying his name. I was sobbing on him when he finally said something.

"Darcy?" he moaned.

"Loki!" I gasped, getting up.

He opened his forest green eyes and looked at me. I hate to say this at a time like this, but he looked sexy just awake.

"Why am I wet?" Loki asked.

"I threw water on you… you didn't wake up, Loki! Not for a whole twenty minutes after I woke up!" I sobbed.

"I'm sorry," Loki mumbled.

"It's not your fault," I sniffed, "Is that normal for Asgardian?"

"No," he said quietly, "They drugged me too. It must have been very powerful so that I wouldn't awaken until twenty minutes after you… I think that's around the time when I got drugged; twenty minutes after you."

I threw my arms around him. He was colder than usual, and wet. I got up and went to my bathroom, then got him a towel. When I went back to my room, he had his wet shirt off and on the floor. I could feel myself turn red and I walked up to him, handed him the towel and turned to flee. Darcy, don't you dare waste this chance, my wicked brain told me.

I picked up his shirt, folded it up, put it on the end of the bed, and sat down on the bed next to him. I took the towel from his hands and started patting his wet chest. He was so pale, and he looked incredibly delicate, but he had scars on his chest, most were pretty faded, but one in the shape of a square was pretty visible. I patted that area gently, and I started moving up.

I knew I'd have to face his eyes sooner or later, but I took my time as I reached his breast. I could feel his eyes on me, watching me dry him off, but I put that to the back of my mind and continued patting him with the towel. Good Darcy, now just focus on not blushing.

When I got to his shoulders and flipped the towel over, it was pretty wet on the original side. I dried his left side, and then went to his right side. I slowly dried his neck, then his chin, and I looked up into his eyes. He looked back at me, and I blushed.

I couldn't look away from his big, beautiful, green eyes and we just stared at each other for a minute. Then, the same force that drew us together the first time, pulled us back together again and my lips were on his.

We kissed feverishly and he pulled me on his laps. At first I worried that I weighed too much, but I forgot all about it as he pulled me closer. I put my hands on his shoulders, and blushed as my hand brushed his shirtless chest. I could feel him smiling during our kiss and I sure as heck was too. He pulled away, and I bit my lip so that I wouldn't say anything stupid.

"You know, I told Selvig that I was trying to cut off your Maiden head… I trust a woman of your brilliance knows what that means," Loki said.

"Of course I do!" I said blushing, "Were you?"

"Not yet. Even in Asgard, we do wait until after marriage," Loki said.

"Do you plan on ever… taking my-"

"Chopping off your maiden head?" Loki interrupted, "if you'd be willing I hope so."

Shit. I was blushing like crazy now.

"I'd be willing. Would you also, you know, marry me like custom?" I asked.

"Are you proposing?" Loki asked.

"No, no," I said blushing instantly regretting my insanity, "I just meant… eventually? Err- never mind!"

I got up and headed to the door, blushing like crazy. I didn't want to see him a second longer or else my face would explode of bushiness. I all but ran to the couch in the living room and put a pillow on my face. I lay down with my face in the pillow; tears were steaming down my cheeks.

"You know, Asgardian folk fall in love much quicker than Migardians," Loki said from the door of the bedroom.

I heard his footsteps come. I quickly dried my eyes, and sat up facing the kitchen. I didn't want him to see that I was a cry baby.

"What do you mean?" I asked in the most confident voice I could summon.

"Thor fell in love with Lady Jane in a matter of days. He already plans on marrying her if he ever sees her again," Loki said.

Shit! He just said her name. I could feel myself grow angry at her stupidity, and I felt myself go red, this time with pure anger.

"I think I do plan on that… but you said eventually… I assume it's customary for Migardians to wait much longer than a matter of days for marriage," Loki said.

I grinned. He was planning on it, and he sounded so silly not knowing the customs I was raised with. I turned to him, and he was actually blushing! He was sitting on the love chair suddenly fascinated in the pattern of the cloth.

"Yes, we usually wait a bit longer," I said.

He looked up, hearing me shift. He looked perplexed for a second at my grin. I tried to hide it, I was grinning like a fool, but I couldn't. Now, I probably looked like a deranged, Cheshire-tomato. He was staring at me, probably as if I were crazy. Neither of us could think of anything to say.

"Some marry sooner than others," I blurted out suddenly.

Damn it! Why was I such an idiot sometimes?! Now I looked like an angry, deranged tomato.

"Well that's brilliant. I'd be willing to wait any amount of time for you," Loki said standing and coming to the couch to sit with me.

"And I'd be willing to end up married before I'm even twenty five, "I chuckled before pressing my lips to his.