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Even realms away he knew that something irrevocable had occurred- he knew that his messenger had failed him- had even renounced him- but the link? His link was severed, deftly and neatly, and so quietly that it had almost slipped his notice.

Almost.

It was no matter to a being as great as he, but he knew his response must be calculated and well timed-

The attack would have to be devastating because it was the last time he was going to subdue Earth.

He had a taste for the blue planet.

…

Darcy barely had time to gasp for air before Loki kissed her again- harder this time, boldly exploring her mouth with his, in a way that immediately depleted all of her oxygen supply.

The sensations running through her were varied and thrilling- arousal was foremost, but after that was confusion and concern that she had finally lost her mind- but then Loki made a growling noise in his throat that quickly dispelled all other worries.

This time Darcy pushed Loki away lightly to end the embrace- she was growing light headed and needed a moment to catch her breath and calm her shaking legs. Supporting herself on Loki's chest, Darcy sighed, and turned her head to face Loki.

"You fixed my legs." Her tone was loving, and awed, and Loki grimaced.

"I broke them first" was his sardonic reply- it was imbued with bitterness. She inwardly groaned, reminded that Loki had major guilt issues to overcome before they could go anywhere in their weirdo relationship.

She changed the topic by stating, "You're horny, like, all the time, aren't you?"

Loki chuckled and brushed his nose against her hair, replying with a fair amount of cheek, "My helm holds a multitude of meanings, darling."

Hearing him say darling was music to Darcy's ears, but she wanted to test the ability of her legs before she did anything more.

Disentangling herself from him, Darcy stood straight for a moment, bending her knees slightly and bouncing on the balls of her feet. Once sure that she was fully functioning in her basic movements, she walked around the room, assessing the flexibility and strength of her legs. Deciding that she could risk it, Darcy sunk low to touch her toes.

It was quite engrossing to observe Darcy's exercises, given how… bendy she was turning out to be. Loki had been attracted to the woman for a few years but he had never even imagined that she could inflame his desires with no effort at all.

He couldn't help but admire her rear end as she sat on the ground with her legs stretched before her. Her hips were wide to mirror her stunning upper body, but her waist was deceptively small- unlike his few svelte lovers of the past, Darcy had the body of a Venus- lush, and ripe, and seemingly overflowing.

Feeling perverted but too distracted to care, Loki also thought to the potion- how fortunate was he that the concoction actually worked?
It was a good thing too, or Earth might have seen another reckoning at the hands of Loki Laufeyson.

Darcy returned to Loki, beaming.

"You did it you sonofabitch! You fixed my goddamn legs!" She punctuated her words with little jumps, and suddenly her joy was too much to savor- Loki was stunned by how pleased he was to see her happy.

Shaking his head, he offered her his hand and invited her to go show Jane and Thor- a suggestion which surprised Darcy too, because she had no idea how she was going to explain her returned motor skills.

It was easier than she thought though, because unbeknownst to her, Loki had technically shared the entire process with Thor and his wife.

That didn't mean that emotions didn't run high-

Jane could not stop hugging Darcy, and Thor even spun her around in his arms- it wasn't till Darcy sent a meaningful glance to Jane that the goddess approached her brother-in-law and laid a tentative hand on his arm.

Jane delicately cleared her throat, and nervously began to quietly talk to Loki so that Darcy and Thor couldn't eavesdrop.

"Listen… I know we've had many, many differences in the past, but I'm willing to put that behind me if you've truly reformed- and right now, I really believe that. I want to believe that. And despite the fact that a part of me isn't 100% convinced, I plan to let whatever you and Darcy have together grow- it's the first time in years she's been happy and I can't take that away from her. Just be warned- should you display any signs of betrayal- any hints of treachery- I will take you down. Me. Personally. Thor won't know; Darcy won't understand because she's too trusting, but I can tell you've still got secrets within you, and they're big ones."

Loki hid his annoyance at the threats and listened soberly, nodding contritely at the right times. He drew Jane into his arms for an awkward embrace, during which he whispered in her ear, "You couldn't keep me from Darcy if you were the Allfather himself. And if you do sense that I am slipping from the path of reform, feel free to deal swift punishment, as I would love to see just what exactly you would do…"

His words were pleasant enough in tone, but Jane flinched as though Loki had flicked acid in her ear- she clearly was unaware of how exactly Loki felt about Darcy.

Meanwhile, Darcy and Thor were testing out her legs ability to support her during push-ups; Darcy having excellent body strength from the wheelchair meant that she could do 49 pushups without stopping or pausing.

Thor of course kept going, not stopping until pushup 347 when Jane dragged him away to the meeting they were already very late for. Darcy and Loki were suddenly alone, and a bashful silence befell the couple as they awkwardly stood, not knowing what to do next.

Darcy spoke first.

"I've got the rest of the day off, since it's Friday and all… so maybe we could go do something?"

Loki smiled, and that made Darcy want to kiss him, so she did. That led to another kiss, and then another, and as their mouths met with increasing ferocity, Darcy's hands roamed Loki's back as his wandered lower and lower down hers.

It was only when Darcy could feel her knees legitimately trembling again that she moved away, an amazing occurrence for the second time that day.

Loki looked ashamed, disappointed, and aroused all at once, and Darcy took pity on the guy.

"We'll go out on the town, just you and me. Dinner, dancing- maybe I'll get drunk with you by my side! Jane was always a lightweight…" Her explanation was muffled by another kiss, though this one was gentler and slower. Loki pulled away after a moment, and softly said, "I don't want you drunk. I want your head clear and you completely lucid tonight. It'll be well worth it, I swear it."

With that he straightened up and walked off, leaving Darcy feeling bowled over and wishing that she had jumped his bones right then and there.

Instead though, she spent the afternoon getting ready for her first date in years.

Loki had no idea what to expect from the evening ahead of him. His sultry promise from earlier was a spur of the moment comment, when in reality he wasn't sure if he should be moving that fast. Unsure of what he should do, he instead focused his efforts running 5 miles, then showering and shaving carefully. He selected a dark charcoal grey suit from the wardrobe in his room, pairing it with a creamy white shirt. Leaving the top button undone, Loki then turned his attention to his hair, which had grown past the collar of his shirt, something that bothered his fastidious nature.

He ignored it for the time, choosing instead to go to the next floor to ask the Potts woman where he could find flowers for Darcy.

…

She was downstairs, standing by the window. Darcy was nervous and excited, causing her to tap her high heeled feet constantly. Her fingers drummed against the windowsill, and she kept checking her cell phone for imaginary texts.

It was 4 minutes past 6 when Darcy heard the familiar sound of Loki's light tread, and she turned around with a bit more hair flip than planned.

Judging by Loki's expression, though, the theatrics were well worth it. Loki was beaming, his eyes warm. It took him a moment to remember to offer Darcy the single rose he had procured for their date. The rest of the bouquet had been delivered to her apartment, as well as the candy he knew she enjoyed based on hours of moaning for it back on Asgard.

"You look stunning Darcy." His tone was so matter of fact that she blushed, and did a little spin. The dress she wore was a rosy wine color, a halter top that cut just to show her cleavage. The hem was flared and ended right above her knees, and Loki was as amazed as she had been to see a distinct lack of old scars or weakness of muscle.

Arm in arm, they made their way to an Italian restaurant Darcy had frequented quite a bit before her fall. Although Loki embarrassed her by glaring at anyone who looked at her longer than necessary, Darcy was having a fantastic time, eating delicious ravioli and sipping a chilled glass of Chianti as Loki dug into a huge order of steak with spaghetti as well as manicotti.

She teased him about his huge appetite, and earned a scowl when she compared it to Thor's, which led her to lean over and do what was becoming a bit of a habit- she placed her hand on his cheek and gently caressed his pronounced cheekbone with her thumb. It was odd, since he was chewing, but Darcy just indulged herself for a short moment, before turning her attention the tiramisu which had just been brought before her.

Loki ended up eating most of the sweet, sadly, and Darcy was getting ready to complain when Loki threw down 2 hundred dollar bills into the check book and moved behind her chair as if to pull it out for her.

Darcy quietly acquiesced and gathered her clutch.

They began to walk down the streets of New York, enjoying the still rosy evening and talking. They discussed many topics, from their burgeoning relationship to the possibility of convincing Thor that Darcy was pregnant. Somehow the tension which usually existed between them was replaced with an easy banter and an underlying current of electricity, though both valiantly fought to ignore it.

They finally ended up at Darcy's apartment, where she invited him in for a cup of coffee. She had barely unlocked the door when Loki began to feel the panic of earlier return to him in full force.

Darcy unwittingly made it worse by breathlessly kissing him in response to the giant 3 dozen roses sitting on her kitchen counter, along with a huge pack of Kit-Kat bars and scented candles. Loki froze, unsure if he should go any further for fear of losing control. The desire building within him wouldn't slow, and it wouldn't be long before he made an ass of himself.

Still, he stepped into Darcy's apartment, surprisingly pleased at how pretty it really was. Light feminine touches were accents only, anchored by strong oak furniture and light green walls the color of sea foam. Darcy rattled around the kitchen making coffee, and as the coffeemaker dripped, they sat on her sofa.

"I'm having a really, really good time Loki. Like, I've never had this much fun with a guy ever kind of time." Loki merely smiled, too distracted by the scent of Darcy's hair to respond.

Darcy continued a bit more quietly then. "I'm kind of waiting for something bad to happen- something to explore, for the shit to hit the ceiling. What we're used to, you know?"

This time Loki did respond. "I know it seems a bit too… easy. Even the potion working- Darcy, I cannot lie. I know not how I would have reacted should it have hurt you."

There was something intense in Loki's eyes as he said that, and somehow she knew that this was the man she truly loved- despite the cliché, the irony, whatever.

She took a moment to undo her hair from its loose knot and then leaned forward to hook her arms around Loki's neck and kiss him fiercely.

At first timid, Loki shied away slightly, but Darcy added her tongue to the equation, as well as a curious hand in his hair, and by then…

Well, by then, Loki was a goner.

He leaned back further, his head resting barely on a plush pillow, as Darcy moved on top of him like a dancer. His body was on fire despite the fact that all Darcy had done was kissed him. A beeping sound from the coffeemaker interrupted them, and Darcy, unable to abide the repetitive tinny noise, broke the kiss and dashed to shut off the machine.

Loki stood too, to stretch and somehow gain some control. Darcy returned and smiled coquettishly. "I think I want to use the lady's room for a second- just wait out here, okay?" Her tone was impish and sultry and wanton all at once, and Loki knew that his evening was far from over.

She disappeared then, and Loki was left to peruse an old People magazine sitting on her coffee table.

Darcy in the meantime was actually rummaging furiously through her underwear drawer for her one good nightie- she had never actually worn it, even though she had bought it to boost her confidence while in the wheelchair. It was of course crumpled at the bottom of the drawer, but besides a few wrinkles it was alright.

She ran to the attached bathroom and began to brush the taste of Italian food from her mouth, deodorizing and flossing while attempting to reapply her mascara.

Darcy saved the nightie for last, stripping from her dress and carefully hanging it in her closet. She then turned her attention to her nightie. It was black and sheer and it didn't even cover her ass but it was beautiful- lace covered her breasts and the straps were ruffled and delicate, and her cleavage had never looked better. Darcy was very glad she had done a heavy duty shave earlier that evening when she rubbed scented lotion on her legs, and then finalized her toilette by sliding off her little black panties. This was going to be the end of one very long, very dry spell for Darcy Lewis, and she intended to make the most of it.

The seemingly silly preparations seemed worth it when she re-entered the living room, only to scare Loki into dropping his coffee cup to the ground. Darcy impatiently waited as he strode across the room to her, but was surprised as he decidedly kept his hands to himself.

"Is this not considered appropriate attire for what we're about to do, huh Loki?"

The defiance added to Loki's arousal, and his pants began to seem too small as he stammered.

"I'm just… Darcy, is this not too soon? Can we do this? What if this goes wrong, I can't bear to have known your body and your heart and then to lose that would be the end of me."

The admission was enough for Darcy, and she ignored his fears by taking Loki's shaking hand and pressing it to her breast, as she raised herself to her tiptoes and kissed him.

Throwing caution to the wind, Loki lifted Darcy by the hips and she immediately locked her legs around his waist. Stumbling, Loki carried Darcy to her bedroom and laid her on to her bed, only taking a second to take off suit jacket before lunging at her.

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