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They fell into a routine of sorts; he would go with the Avengers if asked, aiding and abetting their global war on crime, while she would continue seeing clients.
They had unofficially moved in with one another, but no one knew the true nature of their relationship, though Darcy suspected that Fury had full knowledge of their new status of lovers. She wondered why he had yet to confront her about it, but mainly she was relieved.
Jane and Thor were an entirely different story- all they knew was that Darcy was less sarcastic and more smile-y, and Loki was less doom and gloom and more cheeky snark than usual.
Darcy couldn't help but fear Jane's reaction to her new relationship with the man who had basically destroyed entire years of her life, considering how adverse she was to Loki as it was. It turned out however that Jane could be very dense for a brilliant astrophysicist, as she merely attributed her former assistant's chipper mood to her new set of gams.
She wasn't far from the truth- having a working set of legs was fantastic, and it lifted Darcy's mood more than she had ever imagined possible, but it also opened her eyes to just how badly the handicapped were treated by society at large- being able to quickly dash into an elevator or across a street was something others took for granted, but if someone in a wheelchair held them back even the slightest, they felt indignant- as if it was the paraplegic's fault.
The lack of judgment from others saddened her but she resolutely refused to enjoy her renewed mobility. It was liberating to run, jump, dance with baby Lucy- all the things she had dreamt of for years and years.
Still, she knew in her heart that the true cause of her "glow" (as she had taken to calling her newfound happiness) was the man who kept her warm, inside and out. During her down time at work, she often zoned out to visions of dancing green eyes, and pale, angular cheekbones she loved to pepper with kisses.
It was a strange sensation, to finally act on her feelings- grab the hand she had once imagined grabbing, kiss the lips she had dreamed of kissing. She almost slipped up in front of Thor, who was surprisingly perceptive, which resulted in his close scrutiny of Darcy and Loki's strange cheeriness.
The mistake was simple and anyone could've made it- she had been talking on the phone to Loki, whose name in her phone was "Ocean Eyes", by the way, and she ended her call with "I love you" just as Thor had bounded into her office in search of something to eat.
Darcy had to suffer through ten minutes of intense questions like, "TO WHOM IS THIS ENDEARMENT ADDRESSED?" and other booming queries. She was able to skirt around the truth, and hinted that she had met someone "nice", which only just appeased her gossipy God of Thunder BFF.
Loki had to endure no such thing, considering how withdrawn he normally was with his family and few, few friends.
His days were long and boring, with meetings and research on seemingly endless power outages in the Ural Mountain range in Russia that SHIELD was interested in. Loki could draw the connection between the earlier attack on the Avengers tower and the Russian incidents, but for the first time he felt distracted enough to ignore his usual paranoia. Comfortable with SHIELD looking into the issue, Loki focused on being in love for the first time in his long, godly life.
It was like waking up at 7 AM, feeling completely refreshed and alert, excited about the day- except it was every day for the past 2 months, and the childlike giddiness would last throughout the day. He had also unintentionally encroached on Darcy's living space to the point that she insisted he pack a bag and stay indefinitely with her. It wasn't as if SHIELD cared, because he knew they monitored him day and night. Perhaps they thought the sex would prevent any diabolical behavior on his part, and maybe they were right, because all his previous frustrations with humanity and Thor had paled in light of his new, blossoming relationship.
Loki had already collected a few treasured memories of his girlfriend/lover/best friend.
The first was a video she showed him on the internet, of her drunkenly singing "I'll Make a Man out of you" from one of her favorite movies, Mulan. She was visibly younger, with longer, wilder brown ringlets and a more petite figure, but she was still the same Darcy. Loki loved seeing the carefree, innocent girl he had defiled and ruined- knowing that she had been happy as a girl made him happy.
The second moment was a little more risqué- he happened upon Darcy in the bath one day when he came home late from a powwow with the head researchers on a project involving clean energy and a natural source mined in the reserves of Siberia. Loki was tired, hungry, and frustrated from the stupid meetings- he knew SHIELD was looking for a replacement for the Tesseract's immense power, clean energy be damned, and it maddened him that despite all the trouble the Cube had put them through, Fury and his goons were going to attempt to build more weapons. He was looking forward to a glass of wine and some of Darcy's mindless television, but when he unlocked the front door the living room was empty, as was the kitchen. Off-tune humming led him to the closed bathroom door, which he knocked on. "Come in!" was Darcy's guileless reply, and so he walked in upon a most enchanting sight.
The mirror was fogged up, but Loki could clearly see Darcy reclining in her tub, piled high with bubbles and suds. Her hair was in a tousled bun, and her cheeks were pink from the heat of the water. Darcy beckoned him closer, and he immediately approached her, unaware until the last possible second that she had a mischievous look in her eye-
So he wasn't really shocked when she yanked him into the water by the shirt, causing the tub to overflow and water to splash onto bath mats and ground, but Darcy clearly did not give a damn. Loki was mildly annoyed that his clothing was soaked, but the feel of moist skin, slippery with bubble bath and scented oil, distracted him to the point of forgetting.
The last moment was his most tender secret- he sometimes relived it when he felt doubt or fear that what he had with Darcy would last. They lay in bed one night, she fast asleep after a particular boisterous round of lovemaking, but he was wide awake, contemplating how he could ever be so lucky. Loki was always a brooder, and he liked to have a drink some nights to drown out the thoughts crowding his mind. As he made to quietly creep out of bed, a hand tightened around his wrist and pulled down, so he lay back down and asked, "What is it, love?" The hand remained gripped around his, and the lack of reply and even breathing proved that Darcy was actually asleep still. He made to get out of bed again, but the hand pulled more insistently this time, yanking him down. This time Darcy vocalized her subconscious, murmuring quite firmly, "No…" Loki tried getting up one last time, just to see what would happen- this time Darcy let go of his hand, to his immediate disappointment, but she shocked him by quietly asking, "Please, stay."
This was what scared Loki the most- the idea of being needed- the concept of being cherished to the point of love- before his exile, before his madness, he had never been the one others wanted, whether they were his parents, or his friends. Only Thor had shown him any true attachment, and even that had been marred with tensions and unspoken insecurities.
Darcy was different though; he was acutely aware of how bizarre her adoration for him was- he had no idea how to compute her love for him considering how badly he had betrayed her once before. Beyond the initial fear of her rejection also lay a fear he had often ignored in his other relationships- a fear of disappointing the person in question- a fear that he wasn't enough, that eventually he would be abandoned for bigger and better things.
Loki also knew that Darcy could sense his insecurities, considering her keen intuition and the fact that she knew him better than anybody. What really puzzled him was her feigned ignorance of his lack of confidence in his self; rather, she reacted by not reacting, and treating him normally, with full faith in his abilities to love her.
Darcy on the other hand has no doubt that she could love Loki forever- listening to his voice, watching him eat- simple acts on his end that caused unimaginable pleasure on her end. The fact was that she had tumbled headfirst into love with Loki way before she had returned to Earth- the emotions had always been there, she had even acknowledged them. It was until recently however that she had chosen to act on them, and it seemed Loki was the same way.
She still had moments of internal horror when she tried to understand why she was so determined to spend her life with a man who was capable of terrible acts of violence on a huge scale- she could never forget New York, that was undeniable- but Darcy just felt a rightness when she was with Loki, and she also reassured herself by remembering the way she had reunited his two personalities. If Darcy could mend a broken mind, she could probably handle a long-term, live in relationship. Despite her best efforts though, the thought of a mad, genocidal Loki never really left her mind.
Oddly enough, the one thing that they were both sure of was that they were perfectly right for one another. Loki and Darcy clicked- in wit, in humor, in likes and dislikes. It was often a struggle for dominance, considering the amount of inner strength and stubbornness within the two lovers, but most of the times, one of the two would give in, just to make the other happy.
Not having to do the dishes every night was another bonus for Darcy; Loki was strangely inclined to enjoy standing before a sink, loading plates into the dishwasher while Darcy lounged on the couch or cleaned other parts of the apartment. Domesticity pleased both Loki and Darcy, though neither would admit it for fear of sounding too clingy. They chose instead to profess their attachment for one another in a forum within which they were equals-
The bedroom. Although they were not limited to Darcy's chambers, they preferred the pale gray walls of her bedroom to the brightness of the other rooms. Darcy discovered immediately that Loki slept au naturel, thus resulting in her shedding her oversized t-shirt as well. Loki realized that his girlfriend was a sleep-talker who often engaged in fist fights when subconscious- he frequently pondered who she could be fighting.
The main attraction of course was the sex- Darcy had always known she brought out the best in her lovers, but she had never reached heights like she did with Loki.
Something about being with him made her feel like she was flying- like she could free fall without fear, wrapped tight around Loki's hard body. She loved looking at him as they made love, his eyes often shut tight from the intensity of their coupling, but he always opened them when he was close to climax.
Loki experienced sex with Darcy differently; while he made her feel fearless and bold, her body made him feel a security he had never had before. He relished the warmth of her body, content sometimes to run his hands over and over her curves, reassuring himself of her presence. She made him feel like he was rooted to the very base of the universe, and with Darcy in his arms he could grow taller than ever.
They both shared a mutual appreciation for the other's body also-
Darcy adored Loki's physique- he was long and taut, with toned arms and a defined torso that made her heart flutter like a stupid Victorian maiden's- she relished gripping his hips and riding with him. Sometimes, before going to bed, Darcy would apply lipstick, just so she could mark Loki's pale skin with her blood-red kisses- up and down his chest, all the way past his navel- it was always an act of wonder and love.
Loki had a similar appreciation for Darcy's figure- she possessed the most luscious, beautiful breasts had ever seen on a woman, and to touch them was an out of body experience. Although she was quite fit, Darcy had a roundness that came naturally, and the curves were irresistible to Loki, who could drown in the pale undulations of her buttocks and thighs. Her skin was peaches and cream, soft from the lotion she kept everywhere- her purse, her desk, her bedside table. Loki had only to catch a whiff of the lotion's vanilla scent before he was assaulted with a plethora of visceral, sensual mental images and sensations.
Darcy knew that she could never be this happy ever again.
Loki had never known he could be this happy.
…
He had set his plans in motion and the Midgardians he had under his control were executing his will perfectly.
Chaos would again reign on this planet, and he would devour it at the epoch of its mayhem-
But not before he broke Loki Laufeyson.
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