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Darcy grinned as the music blared in Loki’s ears. After less than 30 seconds, Loki pulled the earbuds out of his ears and set them on the coffee table.
Darcy frowned. “You didn’t listen to the whole song.”
“No need.” Loki got that look on his face, like he’d bitten into a lemon. It meant he was trying to say something nice (or trying not to say something bad), but was having a hard time. Darcy was very used to that look.
“It’s—” He paused. “Charming.”
“You hate it.”
He put an arm around her shoulder and tucked her into his side. “Hate is a strong word,” he said, his lips brushing against her hair. “Accurate, but strong.”
Darcy let out an irritated huff, grabbing her iPod. “What kind of a God of Mischief doesn’t like the Spice Girls?” she muttered. “Here,” she jammed an earbud in Loki’s left ear, and the other in her ear, “let's try ‘Two Become One.’ I bet that’s more your speed.”
Loki sighed and fell back against the couch, casting a silencing spell on his earbud, wondering why he was putting himself through this. Then Darcy smiled up at him, and he remembered why.