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Darcy's stomach fell at his words, her heart sped up and she started to wring her hands together; a nervous tick of hers.
"Oh, uh... okay?" She stuttered.
Loki moved to sit next to her so she scooted farther down the couch to make room.
"Wh- what do you want to t-talk about?" She inquired, cursing her nervous stutter.
He took a breath before meeting her questioning gaze. "You might have noticed this, but I have somehow managed to... " He stared off lost in the thought of his word choice. "Develop feelings towards you." He finally finished.
At first his words didn't really sink into Darcy's thick skull.
"What do you mean? Like... friend feelings? You do know that that is perfectly normal right? When you get to know someone for a long period of time you tend to develop friendly feelings towards them; it's nothing serious." Darcy waved it off.
Loki only looked at her with more confusion, realizing that she was too thick and stubborn to actually understand what he was getting at.
“No I mean, I have feelings for you.” He restated. The look he gave her couldn’t be described as anything other than imploring. Loki’s eyes flicked back and forth as he tried to read Darcy’s face, attempting to gauge her reaction. But all he received was a blank uncomprehending stare.
Darcy’s dark eyebrows came together as she took in the conversation and the meaning behind his carefully chosen words.
“Romantic feelings...” He reluctantly elaborated. He was staring intently at his hands, unable to bring himself to look up and see the rejection that would likely be written all over his dear Darcy’s face.
And because he was looking down he didn’t notice the lopsided grin and the sparkle in her eyes as she looked down at the top of his head. He didn’t notice the way she was slowly moving closer to him until her knees bumped up against his.
She leaned in until their faces were mere inches apart, his green eyes meeting her blue ones. “ I think I might have some romantic feelings for you too.”
Time seemed to slow as she leaned ever so slightly closer.
Loki gasped at the feeling of her soft plush lips against his before pulling her against him; crushing her body against his. The kiss started out relatively calm, for people who had just basically confessed to each other, before becoming deeper and more passionate in a matter of seconds.
Soon Darcy had a hand gripping Loki’s silky black hair and another cradling his jaw to pull him closer as she fell back against the couch cushions.
It wasn’t long after that that Loki pulled away, dragging in lung fulls of air as he stared down at her, eyes completely blown.
“I don’t want to take things too far just yet.” He breathed out. Loki wasn’t pushing himself away from her, but he certainly wasn’t making any moves to get closer.
Darcy gave him a small smile before nodding and pushing both of them up into a seated position and grabbing the television remote off of her coffee table.
She turned the tv on and snuggled up against a very stiff Loki as she began to surf through the channels.
Loki had just put his arm around her small shoulders and started to relax when the news caught both of their attention.
“There has been an attack on New York and Iron Man along with some companion and agents are trying hard to limit the destruction of this very populated city.”