I've never written real love scenes before so yeah… good luck to me! And seriously, I promise this story isn't going to turn fluffy anytime soon… because bad things happen to good people.

Read, enjoy, love you all so much! Xoxo Author

Love was an alien thing to him. It was not an emotion he attributed to any man, woman, or child. Truly, his only love was his Mistress…

Of death.

He went to the ends of the Universe and back for her…

Traversing, conquering, destroying all he met- feared even by the most shadowy creatures of the realms, they called him World Eater.

Sunlight streamed through the window uninvited, dappling the bedroom with rays of sunshine. Darcy blinked owlishly, attempting to adapt her vision to the blinding glare. Giving up after a moment, she ran to the window and drew the blinds. Before lying back down, she grabbed a tee shirt off the ground and shrugged it on her naked body.

She snuggled into her blanket and shut her eyes, but the images began to enter her mind unbidden…

It is a blur of sensation- fiery touch, sight swimming, tongue everywhere… He has her pinned to the door; her legs around his waist- hands roaming everywhere, bunching in the silly lace- his lips are burning a blazing path down her neck, on her chest, in her cleavage…

She motions to the bed and they stagger towards it, he frantically attempting to undo the buttons on his shirt. It's impossible to wait though and she takes over, nimbly unbuttoning his shirt, his pants, until he stands in his underwear and she cannot wait another moment…

So she climbs atop the bed and lies back, grasping his arm and bringing him down with her. They are kissing harder and harder, on her neck and her chest and her stomach, and he is growing harder and harder, until he feels like he's about to die, but she makes it better by pulling down the straps of her gown and he palms one breast, and the other, until she is bucking and crying out and then his hands travel lower, lower, until she really is crying, and as they both heat up to an unbearable temperature, she wrenches his underwear down and hooks her legs about his waist…

He is slow, torturously so, but she can already feel the tension building in her navel like a supernova, and it's been too long, they've waited too long, and then he speeds up gradually, and then not so gradually.

Eventually her head is banging against the headboard and she is screaming, and he is groaning louder and louder- it's all too much, until he reaches his climax, and she closely follows-

It feels like oblivion, and they fall into a sweaty tangle of exhausted limbs onto disgustingly damp sheets.

Her head hurts. His foot itches. They both smell of perspiration.

It is perfect.

Loki waited till Darcy had fallen asleep again before daring to open his eyes. His throat was very dry and he needed water desperately, but he somehow couldn't bear to leave the bed he shared with her.

It was something different last night. Loki had been with some of the most skilled lovers in Asgard, the most beautiful women of the realm, and yet he had never before felt so much during intercourse.

The emotions had surprised him-

He had always been the kind of lover who took what he wanted and left- her pleasure was never a necessity, only an added bonus.

It was a bit disconcerting then to recall the arousal he felt watching Darcy orgasm- the immediate hardening of his member that had only just grown flaccid was a new development, but he loved it.

And he thought he must love her too- it was all he thought of last night as he drove deeper and deeper within her.

Loki really was thirsty though, and he carefully disentangled himself from the bed. He ambled to the bathroom and drank from the tap, taking a moment to look at his face in the mirror.

Despite the ravaging of the years- and the years had taken their toll on him- Loki seemed younger. His skin was brighter, his eyes greener, even his hair shinier. Darcy was physically improving him and he could only remember how badly he had ruined her.

All guilt disappeared a second later, however, when Darcy Lewis wrapped her arms around his stomach and hummed as means of greeting.

"Good morning to you too, darling. How are you today?"

Loki was again surprised at the endearments and loving tone in his voice, but it also overjoyed him how easily pleased he was by Darcy's mere touch.
Darcy on the other hand was a little less sunshine-y in the morning, hence her reply was, "Totally and entirely fucked, muffin." Her fake pout was very charming, as was the hurt look in her eyes.

She had been highly upset to wake up to an empty bed, but then the sight of a certain bare ass in front of her sink changed her mood instantly.

Loki laughed at her brevity, and he turned to face his beautiful girl for the first time that day. Her eyes were wide and slightly smudged with the remnants of her shimmery make up, her cheeks rosy with the previous night's exertion. It was her lips, though, that drove Loki to distraction. She had the most kissable, pink mouth, wide and pouty and at that moment very swollen from his designs on it from earlier.

Gently, as if to make up for it, he kissed her again, only to be pushed away.

"I need to brush my teeth and pee before we do anything at all, Mr. Horny Helmet, so just back off and give a girl a minute, okay?!" She all but pushed him out of her bathroom and left him standing in front of the door.

Darcy took a moment to lean against her door, resting her head on the towel rack. She looked at herself in the mirror, critically eyeing her hair before remembering that she always had terrible bed head after a night of lovemaking…

As she relieved herself she imagined telling Jane about her wild date with the god of Mischief. "Yeah, we ate, we laughed, we cried, and most importantly we fucked like rabbits and it was the best I've ever had and I think I love him!"

Shaking her head, she brushed her teeth and removed her ruined makeup.

Darcy felt two very contradictory emotions as she methodically wiped remnants of mascara from her eyes:

One, she felt incredibly good- sated, loved, pleasured- safe.

On the other hand, however, Darcy felt a deep sense of foreboding for what lay ahead. Something in her doubted that her happiness could last, and after all her years of depression Darcy knew to trust that something. She was growing more frustrated with her inability to enjoy the good moments in life, but she also was fully aware that things were not perfect or ideal with her and Loki.

His status on Earth and with SHIELD was shaky- he was still considered persona non grata due to his tendency to cause chaos and death wherever he went.

Darcy wished with all her heart she could have fallen for a different man- someone human, with an easy going personality and a sense of humor- a doctor maybe, family oriented and willing to deal with sarcasm. Someone who could satisfy her desires without burdening her with endless baggage and conflicted emotions, someone Jane would approve of and the government wouldn't want to annihilate.

Loki's voice interrupted her troubled thoughts. He sounded lighthearted, asking whether Darcy could be a love and help him find his underpants. The delight in his voice only weighted Darcy down more, as she realized that there was no way she would ever have fallen for the easygoing doctor.

She loved complicated, she adored a challenge, she thrived on conflict- all the things Loki stirred within her and leaving her craving more of her mercurial, multi-faceted man.

It was impossible for contrary Darcy Lewis to fall in love with someone who was actually good for her…

And with that conclusion she shoved away her brooding, proceeding to snatch Loki's underwear from the ground and then hiding it beneath a pillow.

I'm going to update soon since school is out and I'm free for a bit! I just have some plot sorting to do but don't worry, the sad story we all know is coming will arrive soon. Love you all, please enjoy !