Let Me Make It Up To You

We Found Love Right Where We Are

I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways

Maybe just the touch of a hand

Well, me I fall in love with you every single day

And I just wanna tell you I am

So honey now

Take me into your loving arms

Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

Place your head on my beating heart

I'm thinking out loud

That maybe we found love right where we are

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Darcy tossed and turned all night. Needless to say, it was the worst sleep of her life. Between the lack of a certain 6 foot 2 demi god wrapping his arms around her, the gorilla like snoring that seemed to be coming from the direction of the guest bedroom, and the frustration of having yet another really hot moment get interrupted, she was pissed. She tried one last attempt at counting to twenty before she gave up. Darcy tore the sheets and duvet away from her body and stood from the bed in one swift movement, and made her way towards the door.

This is bullshit, Darcy thought to herself as she softly padded against the hard wood floor in the hallway to the kitchen.

She opened the refrigerator as quietly as possible, hoping to not wake Loki, who was only a mere few feet away on the couch. She winced as the stark white light hit her un-adjusted eyes. After a few seconds, her eyes seemed to adjust a bit more to the light. She found a cup of triple chocolate pudding (chocolate was sort of her go to therapy food when she was upset), grabbed a spoon from the drawer, she shut the fridge. Darcy hadn't heard any movement from Loki, so she was convinced she was home free, that is, up until she felt a pair of warm hands tightly grip her waist and bring her entire backside flush against the front of a firm, strong body.

Darcy, who damn near had a heart attack, screamed all while dropped both the pudding and the spoon, creating a lovely thunk and clank against the solid floor. Darcy clutched her heart with her hand as she tried to steady her breathing.

"Son of a bitch! What the fuck is wrong with you?" Darcy spoke in almost a breathless tone, still not recovered from her scare. She both heard and felt a low rumble resonate deep within Loki's chest. He bent down so that his lips were caressing her ear as he whispered, "Darling, I just wanted to say hello."

Darcy crossed her arms and huffed. "Is that all?" She snapped at him.

"And," He bent down and began placing kisses along her exposed shoulder, "I'm sorry."

Darcy knew her resolve wouldn't last for much longer, but she wasn't finished being angry yet, so she continued to act as if she was uninterested. If he wanted her forgiveness, he'd have to work for it.

"For?"

He kissed the place where her shoulder and neck met. "For my ignorant brother." A kiss underneath her earlobe. "For not coming to bed." A kiss on the pulse on her neck. "For not doing this," He then sucked on her pulse point, "to you sooner." Darcy let out a gasp as Loki wrapped his arms around her, holding her in place against him. Darcy uncrossed her arms, and let her hands rest on the ones wound tightly around her stomach. She couldn't move at this point if she'd even wanted to, not that she did.

He continued to place open mouthed kisses along the column of her neck, making her brain just a little foggy. Ok, so maybe this argument was over. After all, the whole reason she'd been angry in the first place is because she'd wanted him to do, well, exactly this. And man, did this feel good.

Darcy did feel a tinge of guilt at how dramatic she'd acted earlier, though. Sighing, she mumbled, "I'm sorry too."

That caught him off guard. "Why?" He mumbled into her skin.

"For being so moody with you." She just barely whispered before he pulled a moan out of her. She could hardly focus now.

Loki giggled (yes, he actually let out a little giggle), "All is forgiven."

She had almost completely forgotten about her fallen pudding until she moved her foot and felt something cold and squishy against it. Oh damn it.

She was barely able to concentrate, but managed to stutter out, "Y-You made me d-drop my…..pudding."

"Hmm?" He hummed as he continued the ministrations on her neck.

She tried to focus a little more on her speech as she spoke with more confidence, "You made me drop my pudding."

His lips detached from her skin briefly, and with a flick of his wrist, she could feel the cool gel like substance disappear. Before she could even say 'thank you', he'd spun her around in the dark, pushed her back against the counter, and attached his lips to hers. She slipped her arms around his neck and with his arms still firmly planted around her, and pulled her against him again, trapping her between the counter and his firm chest.

She parted her lips ever so slightly as she let out a sigh, and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue inside her mouth, and began doing truly sinful things. Fuck, he's good at this.

It wasn't long before his hands had found her waist again. He hooked his thumbs on either side of her pajama shorts, and began to pull them down by bit, tracing light circles on each inch of newly exposed skin. She moaned into his mouth, and he deepened the kiss a little further.

They must have missed the sound of Thor unlatching the bedroom door and making his way to the kitchen, because when the main overhead light flipped on, Darcy screamed. Damn sexually heightened senses making me all jumpy tonight, Darcy thought.

Darcy backed up right into a metal drawer handle in her attempt to part from Loki. It took her a few seconds after she felt a coolness on her hips to realize that she needed to pull her shorts back up. Thankfully, her shorts had only managed to get halfway down her behind, but she was a little embarrassed that her pink and white polka dot bikini style undies had now been seen by Thor.

Loki stood awkwardly looking at Thor as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Thor, why are you up?" Loki asked, embarrassment in his tone and on his cheeks. Darcy couldn't help but blush at the sight.

"I heard noises from the kitchen and wanted to make sure that everything was alright. I heard a scream and assumed someone was injured." Thor spoke as a blush quickly developed on his cheeks.

"Nope, no, we're all good here. Go back to bed, everything's fine." Darcy spoke in a hurried voice, giving him an over exaggerated smile. The sooner she was away from the Thor, the sooner she could try and swallow the embarrassment of the situation.

"Well, yes, I see that," Thor smiled shyly, "Lady Darcy, Loki, goodnight." And with that, Thor made his way back to the bedroom. Darcy looked over to see Loki visibly sigh. Clearly, he was just as relieved as she was to have the room to themselves again. But, they both knew, that once again, they'd have to postpone and love making sessions until later.

Darcy picked up the forgotten about spoon (really, he couldn't have picked that up with his magic too?) and placed it in the sink. Loki wrapped his arms around her from behind again, softly speaking into her ear, "Darling, let's get some rest, shall we?"

Darcy smiled and nodded. She knew they both desired each other, but sleep needed to come first. They made their way back to the bedroom, and snuggled under the covers. Darcy couldn't help but smile at the thought that this was exactly how it was supposed to be—him with his arms around her and her with her head buried into the crook of his neck and her arms around his torso, with legs a tangled mess.

Both knew, however, that when morning came, something had to happen about Thor.

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A/N: Come back next week for the last chapter (or it it the last? We'll see! But stick around!) ! :)

Ps-this is just a side note, but sometimes when I write these I don't always catch mistakes until later. If you see one, or if I forgot a word, or wrote the wrong one down, or whatever, feel free to comment and tell me (kindly, please)! :)