The door of Darcy’s chamber shut down with a loud crack, as the mortal got in the room, closing them loudly behind her.
Loki was standing a few meters ahead of her looking with anxiety and unsurnes in her direction, having no idea what to do to help her.
“Jesus Christ, I’m so dumb!” Darcy shouted walking a few steps right just to stop on the wall and start to go in other side. “I shouldn’t have hoped he’ll understand.”
Loki opened his mouth to answer but he had no idea how and what to say, so he closed them again simply observing as Darcy was practically stumbling over her own legs and knocking all her furniture down.
“I just honestly thought we were…” She paused not wanting to say the ‘f’ word by which she would discredict herself even more and waved her hands in the weird gesture. “I don’t know why I said anything! Valkyrie and Thor will be fuming.”
Loki crossed his arms simply observing Darcy as she continued storming from one side of the room the the other and almost throwing an empty mug standing on the cupboard every time she was walking past it.
“You have to think I’m so stupid right now!” The mortal stopped suddenly looking at him with annoyance and anxiety at once. “But I just wanted to be honest, I just wanted to…”
She paused growling something fuzzily and stormed in the direction of one of the walls again.
“I don’t.” Only then Loki brought himself to say something, trying to control himself and sound reasonable.
The mortal muttered something to herself again, before turning to him.
“What?” She asked barely glancing at him once more and storming on the other side of the room.
“Think you’re stupid.” He finished rubbing his forehead and turning his gaze away from the mortal, not able to look at her nervousness a moment longer.
“Oh thanks God!” Darcy threw her hands in the air stopping once again, this time just next to the jacuzzi, her voice sounding with bitterness and irony. “At least there’s one person less that will go mad about it.”
Loki shrugged glancing back at Darcy, who now crossed her hands looking down on the floor.
“I only wantedtobeabletocome back, I wantedtostillbeon good termswiththeGrandmaster, I didn’t wanttocomeback on Midgardforever, but just to meetwithfriends.” She kept counting out messily with Loki bearly understanding what she was saying, caughting only glimpses of words.
The god really had no idea what should he do. He slowly started to walk in direction of the mortal, frantically trying to figure out something to do to stop her angry monologue.
“...I wantedtostay here, because Iwassureyou will want tostayhereas well and I wantedustostayhere together, because Idon’tevenknow why and nowitdoesn’t matter andIwon’tgo to Asgard, causethatwould just beweirdand you onMidgardwouldbe amistakeand I don’t wantmyoldjob, my oldlife, cause hereisgood, despiteeverything…”
“I repaired your Cube.” Loki cut her in half of another one of her messy sentences materializing the hexagon on his palm.
He was almost sure it wouldn't work, but suddenly Darcy stopped mumbling.
She blinked a few times, trying to look through the tears that started to fall from her eyes, while she was ranting and see the Cube better.
Than she looked in Loki’s eyes, not really able to speak normally again.
The god cleared his throat a bit awkwardly.
“I’m not sure if it’s going to work.” He admitted, trying to sound reasonable. “I just assumed you’ll want to have it back so I repaired it.”
Darcy blinked again wiping the tears out of her right chick with the top of her palm.
“But there’s still the leftovers there…” She said, still a bit fuzzily.
Loki simply shrugged and gestured at the bedside table, making the fake leftovers disappear within a few seconds.
“I… a” Darcy stuttered looking once on the Cube and once on Loki.
The god didn’t know what else should he say, so he remained silent, trying to avoid Darcy’s eyes.
He didn’t know if he made the right decision, but it seemed to be the only sensible choice at the moment. He wasn’t the best in handling emotions, not his own and surely not someone else’s.
Even if it was Darcy.
Or maybe, especially if it was Darcy.
The god cleared his throat looking up on the ceiling. The longer the silent was, the more awkward it felt.
He simply didn't have any experience in comforting people.
It was easy with Thor, when most of the time he didn't really mean comforting, just getting what he needed.
But here, in this moment he didn't need anything. He didn't want to achieve anything by calming Darcy down, except for calming Darcy down.
"Thank you." Only then he heard the Midgardian's voice as she slowly swallowed the tears that were still somewhere in there and gently took the Cube out of Loki's hand.
He kind of expected her to immediately try if it still works, if it's not fake or if it's not just some type of joke, but instead she put it on the cupboard next to her and let it stay there untested.
The god frowned in confusion as she slowly wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his chest.
He looked at the top of her head for a longer moment completely not knowing how to react and what to do.
He was kissing (and more) a lot of girls before but that was kind of… odd for him.
The god slowly swallowed and gently wrapped his hands on Darcy's back as well.
He could feel her heart beating and the heat of her body surrounding him. It wasn't completely foreign feeling it was just… something else than hugging anyone else, ever before.
And then her lips brushed his, but not in a gentle, careful way you could expect someone who you never kissed before do that.
It was the crushing, rough way of someone who knows what she wants and knows what she'll receive.
And Loki normally would push away, just to play, to tease.
But it was Darcy and he couldn't do that.
Her lips, her touch took him somewhere he never been before and the closeness of her body pressing on his was so overwhelming that he couldn't push away or actually do anything what wasn't kissing back and going for more.
Loki pressed Darcy to the wall making her whimper into the kiss and caught tighter to his back, trying to keep balance as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
The kiss became more messy now, more breathy as they both couldn't push away, but as all the living beings needed to breath. The need to touch each other, to feel each other's lips on their own was stronger though than the survival instinct, no matter how dumb did it sound.
Loki felt as Darcy's hands moved now to his hair, messing them and running her fingers through them roughly and needy.
He sighed clenching his fists on the Midgardian's shirt so hard that he actually thought he's going to rip it apart, unless they'd got rid of it first.
He could feel as Darcy is pressing him even closer to her with her legs still wrapped around his waist and her chuckle as he moved his lips on her jaw.
But just then, out of nowhere the tower practically blew out with ominously loud communication said with the Grandmaster's impatient voice.
"Dear citizens. The Champion has been abducted by the lord of lightning. If anyone has seen any of them please report."
Only then the mortal and the god stopped making out.
"Oh shit." Commented Darcy and Loki couldn't agree more.
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