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Darcie sighed and twirled a lock of her hair and snapped her bubblegum and wondered when this day was going to END already. She hated her boring admin job at this stupid top-secret superhero-babysitting company or whatever.
What she really wanted to do was get engaged and quit and get married and FINALLY make love and have Loki's babies. Loky's brother Thor was an ass. (Darcy's frenemy Janie clearly had no taste whatsoever in men or gods. Or hair products.) Clearly Low Key was where it was at. He was dreamy. And Dar See dreamed at night. She giggled. Clearly it was a match made right here in New York City.
Or it would be once Loiki got his head out of his behind and noticed her. Darciee bent her head over her notebook and doodled some more hearts and flowers and her and Loki and their sweet little babies.
Darce sighed again. She hoped Loki would notice her soon: she had the names for the twins all picked out and everything.
