|From 'Weird Looking' to 'Gorgeous Man is Gorgeous'
Author: thelastclarissa PM
Pretty AU until the last few chapters, and then a bit less AU. Darcy is a confident, dancey, Tumblr-loving person and also Jane's secretary type person, and Loki is a supersmart doctor who has a hard time talking to girls and is chivalrous and cute. They bond over geekiness. Loki isn't really very dark. Mostly fluff. Follows Darcy and Loki over about two years.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Humor - Darcy L. & Loki - Chapters: 25 - Words: 46,248 - Reviews: 179 - Favs: 106 - Follows: 116 - Updated: 08-01-12 - Published: 05-10-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8102979
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
A/N: I forget exactly how old, or even if I said at all, Darcy was supposed to be and I can't find it in my fic at the moment, so for now at least, I am claiming her to be twenty-four. =P
At first Darcy had chalked the morning sickness and the general feeling of being not-quite-rightness up to a cold, it having been a bizarre August, weather-wise. But then her period didn't come. And the smell of coffee started making her nauseous. Plus the fact that they hadn't been that cautious...and, well, things started adding up. A few hastily bought pregnany tests confirmed it. She was pregnant.
"Oh my god," she whispered to herself as she sank into the couch, stunned. She'd been half-expecting it, but it still hit her like a ton of bricks. Her? Darcy? Be a mother? Could she even do that? Was she ready? Did Loki even want kids? They hadn't really talked about it... Darcy liked the idea of kids, but to have them right now? She had estimated that she would be about two months pregnant by now. So now all of a sudden she could be pushing another human being out of her vagina in seven moths.
Darcy lost track of the passing time, just sitting on the couch, her mind whirling with this new information. Loki was working until six for the most part during the summer months, when he didn't have a slew of advanced physics classes to teach at MIT. He'd been putting hours in at the lab instead, putting that big brain of his to work for research.
At some point Loki came home, the sound of keys in the door jolting Darcy from her thoughts. "Hey babe," he said cheerfully, putting his keys on the hook by the door. Darcy looked over to him, and he immediately grew concerned. She looked very serious and scared.
"Darce?" He aked, getting a bit freaked by the way she was behaving. "Babe, what's wrong?"
Darcy swallowed. "Loki...I'm pregnant."
Oh. Oh. Right. Well, that actually made a lot of sense, thinking back over the last couple months. The idea of Darcy with a baby- with his baby...well. He liked it. He could just picture the kind of mom she would be, playing games with their child, and making up outlandish stories. He smiled at the thought.
"Darcy- that's amazing news," he said, sensing that she was looking to his reaction to better figure out her own reaction.
Darcy smiled tentatively. "Yeah? Do you really think so? Because I don't know, like, anything about taking care of babies and I don't want to mess this kid up, but- I...want it." She frowned, realizing just how deep that want was. Where a couple hours ago she'd hardly had a second thought about kids, there was now this sharp ache for her very own baby Loki. "I really want it."
Loki took a spot next to her on the couch and pulled her against his chest. Darcy snuggled in. He kissed her forehead.
"We're going to be parents," he said after a while. The thought delighted him. But it also made him realize how little he knew about kids, which led to a mild internal freak out that moments later was calmed by the rational part of his brain reminding him that this was why there were so many books on childcare and such. Because people wanted to be prepared for their babies. He sent a silent thanks to all the authors who had made those books available to expectant parents. Grinning at the incredible absurdity of that, he stroked Darcy's hair. He hoped they had a girl, with Darcy's brown hair and her blue eyes, her sense of humor...
Darcy was on a bit of an emotional rollercoaster. First had been the confusion when her period hadn't come- the niggling little suspicion, then the panic. That oh shit what have I done feeling. The uncertainty of how Loki would react, and then his immediate acceptance and delight- both of which had reassured Darcy to no end. She didn't know what she would have done if he hadn't been pleased. It would have been horrible! She'd never considered not keeping it though. Even if Loki had wanted no part in it's life and they'd broken up, she would have kept the baby. Darcy smiled slightly. Of course she would go twenty-four years of her life not really caring one way or the other for babies only to beome super-protective and in-love with her own baby an hour after finding out she was even pregnant. Because that was just how she rolled.
Right then, curled up with Loki, Darcy was completely at peace with the idea of being a mother. Sure, she knew next to nothing about kids or what raising one entailed, but they could totally pwn this whole parents thing together.
"Oh god, though," she said, wincing at a sudden thought. "Loki. Do you realize?"
Loki raised an eyebrow. "Realize...?"
"This kid's going to grow up."
Loki smiled. "Yes. Kid's tend to do that."
"No. Loki. You don't understand. Eventually they're going to be a...teenager."
Loki gasped. He widened his eyes dramatically. "No! Not a teenager! Oh god, get the salt!"
Darcy chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Oh you. You and your Supernatural references. I still don't know how you're so into that show."
"Woman!" Loki cried, this being an old argument. "You need to get to the fourth season! Then all becomes clear." Darcy shook her head, smiling. She shipped Destiel, of course- how could anyone not when they'd seen all the gifs of Dean and Castiel being flaming homosexuals?- but she just couldn't get into it. Too boring. "Speaking of the supernatural," Loki continued, "We could always try to find a vampire. Get it to turn our kid before they get to their teens. Then you wouldn't have to deal with a teenager."
Darcy shook her head. "Naw. I can already tell. I'm gonna want grandkids."
Loki grinned. "Grandkids." He let out a deep breath. "Wow.I feel really old."
"Well," Darcy laughed, "you are twenty-eight. That's pretty old..."
Loki made a face at her. "Psssh." He smiled crookedly. "Well...at least I'm pretty. That's a slight consolation."
Darcy coughed. "Shyeah," she grumbled. "Pretty sexy."
Raising an eyebrow, Loki asked, "Flattery, Ms. Lewis? What do you want to buy with it this time? Here I've already given you a baby. What more could I possibly give you?"
"How about some orgasms." She rolled from his side to being on top of him, her hands weaving through his hair. She kissed his collarbone.
"What about my brain? I'll start to think you just want my body, Ms. Lewis." Loki's own hands stole around to her lower back.
"Your brain can shove it," Darcy declared, kissing her way up his neck. "I do just want you for your body."
Loki hissed in a mocking breath. "Ooh. My lady doth wound me with her cruel words." He kissed her. "She knows not how deep her words cut. But she is my lady, she is my love...I will endure this sweet agony, for she is worth the pain and the-"
Darcy laughed against his lips. "Oh my god, Loki," she said. "I do so love you."
"And I you, my darling." They grinned at each other.
"We're gonna be kick-ass parents," Darcy said.
"We're totally gonna rock," Loki agreed. "We're gonna rock it out of the park. We're gonna knock their socks off. We're gonna-"
"Put their socks back on so their feet don't get too cold. Babies need to be warm, yeah?"
"Yeah," Loki nodded. "We're gonna keep them so warm-"
"But not too warm."
"-Right. Well, obviously. Not too warm."
"Because babies shouldn't be overheated."
"No," Loki agreed. "They shouldn't be overheated-"
"So we'll have to find the perfect temperature of warmth for them. It'll be a struggle." Darcy giggled, liking this game of interrupting Loki. "We should probably just call them Luke. Then they could always be lukewarm, which is probably just about right."
"Well, but what if they're a girl?"
Darcy thought about it. "No," she said. "We'd have to have a boy. Because otherwise it wouldn't work. You see?"
Grinning, Loki rolled his eyes. "Yes, I see."
"Good. Now enough baby talk! We've got seven months for that." Darcy ran her hands over his chest, loving how hard he was. "Sex me! I want sexytimes!"
Loki loved how direct Darcy could be. She was certainly a handful. He gripped her ass, pulling her tighter against him and kissed her deeply. A wonderful handful.
A/N: Ahaha. More sex. Lord. I don't know why guys, it just keeps happening.
Also, I start more things than I should. I've gotten pretty obsessed with writing another Darcy/Loki fic, so I probably won't update this one for a while. Sorry! You guys are awesome =P