One year later...
Darcy nuzzled Loki's neck playfully and draped a leg over his thigh. They were laying in bed, Loki having just kissed her goodnight.
She rubbed her leg up and down his, loving the feel of his leg hair against her own smooth skin. Not getting any reaction, her hand started wandering down...
Loki snatched her hand. "I thought we agreed to go to bed," he said pleasantly.
Darcy pouted. "I think we had different ideas of what that implied."
Ever since Ellie had decided she was too grown up to share a room with her parents, they'd been taking advantage of the privacy. Repeatedly.
They'd moved into a house just outside the capitol, and Loki would just flash there when he was needed by Thor- typically to fix something. Like the Bifrost, which was now fully functional and seeing more use than it ever had, seeing as Asgard had adopted a more progressive and accepting attitude toward other cultures, thanks to her new king and queen.
Darcy had been sick of accidentally breaking things with her unwieldy magic, and she had proved to be a terrible pupil. So when Vilda mentioned that she had Loki's scepter, they were both eager to use it as a usb port of kinds and to transfer his magic back to him.
Her memories had started coming back in the last few months, too- although by that time, they had already renewed their vows in a small ceremony and were very much in love. But it was nice. Darcy was glad to e a fully operating human being again.
"I thought it meant going to sleep," Loki said, resisting the urge to kiss her.
Darcy resisted no such urge, and she kissed his shoulder. "I thought it meant sleeping with you." She waggled her eyebrows suggestively and he grinned, her hand going mobile again. This time though he didn't stop her, just angled himself so he could reach her lips.