A/N: Hello readers! Once again I apologize for the slow update, goodness my summer classes have been harder and more time consuming than regular year classes! I've really enjoyed the reviews thus far, keep them coming! Enjoy!


Steve sat alone at the large metallic table in S.H.E.I.L.D.'s main headquarters. The soldier let out a loud sigh and rested his chin in the palm of his hand. He found his mind wandering back to moments he had lived through over 70 years ago. His thoughts drifted and he jumped as someone cleared their throat behind him. He swiveled in his chair to face Nick Fury who eyed him suspiciously.

"What's with the long face Cap?" Fury questioned.

"Just thinking about the past," Steve mumbled.

Fury's eye darted around, "Where's everyone else? Isn't it a bit early for them to turn in?"

Steve's hand slid from under his chin and slammed onto the table with a loud thud, "They haven't turned in… but they're certainly busy."

Nick's eyebrows furrowed together, "If they're busy, why are you here sitting alone? Shouldn't you be with them?"

"Apparently in this day and age it's perfectly natural to take a lady into the bedroom whenever you please…" Steve said hollowly, ignoring Fury's question, "It's just not right."

Nick's eyes widened in response, "Oh!" he suddenly realized.

"Everyone here has a nice lady to go home to except for me! I mean, I know I'm not the best with that kind of stuff but still… even Loki has someone. What's the world coming to?" Steve said, his eyes meeting Nick's gaze.

"You're putting too much into it, why don't you go find Agent Barton, I'm sure he's not up to anything."

Steve shook his head, "He's also occupied."

"With who?!" Nick sputtered out.

Steve gave Fury a sarcastic stare and said nothing.

Nick rubbed his chin, "I wondered if something was going on between those two," he grumbled, thinking of Clint and the Black Widow.

Steve let out another sigh and leaned back in his chair.

"So Thor and Loki are back, I know there were some issues when they first returned, but I trust those are all resolved now?"

Steve nodded, "Unfortunately… Even if everyone says that Loki has changed, I still don't like the guy or the fact he's hanging around with a nice gal like Darcy."

Nick nodded, "Understandable, he's done some despicable things, but I've left it in their hands, they really seem to think he's changed."

"No one changes overnight," Steve returned.

"I agree."

Steve watched as Nick nodded at him and walked out of the room. He stood and began moving toward his own room. The halls were deserted as it was early evening and the workers had left for the day. He grabbed his door handle and pulled it open. The super soldier sat down on his bed and cursed his superhuman abilities as he could hear certain occurrences that were happening down the hall.

"Keep it down Clint," Steve growled, shaking his head as his cheeks flushed.

"You're putting this back on me?!"

Darcy let out a giggle as a certain metallic collar clicked into place around the God of Mischief's neck. She eyed him carefully, wondering about his journey to Asgard.

"Tell me!"

Loki rolled his eyes, "Impatient aren't we?"

He reached out to her and she slid out of his grasp. Loki's face went from being one of confidence to one of shock. He reached for her again and Darcy danced out of the way.

"What's the meaning of this?" he growled out, "Second thoughts?"

"About what?" Darcy questioned, bending down to pick up Trixie who purred gratefully at the attention.

"You're avoiding me. Are you questioning yourself?"

Darcy shook her head, "I'm not avoiding you, I'm still kind of mad at you for your little stunt when you came back."

"What can I do to regain your trust?" he mumbled lowly.

Darcy thought for a moment and let out a startled yelp as Loki pounced on her and unceremoniously threw her to the bed.

"Is that what you were expecting me to say?" he growled with a smirk.

Darcy blinked up at him and he gave her a charming smile; flashing his white teeth, "You need to regain my trust dearest Darcy as it was you who was having thoughts of another man."

Darcy shuddered.

"I should punish you," he smiled against her neck, "Make you prove your devotion to me."

"This is getting kinky weird," Darcy noted.

Loki leaned down to take her lips with his own. He let out a disgruntled "Mmphf!" as he hit the side of her face.

"You still haven't told me about what happened to you."

"It's quite depressing really, and this is my show at the moment, not yours," he replied.

Darcy pushed against his armored chest, "I want to know."

"Humor me…" he trailed off and added, "I'll tell you in good time."

Darcy relaxed and he gave her a small nibble on her collarbone, "That's a girl," he whispered softly.

Loki touched her with fiery urgency and began pulling off her clothes in a frenzied state. Darcy greatly enjoyed his affections but was deeply upset because she knew that his behavior had something to do with what happened on Asgard. She pondered what kind of torture Odin could have imposed upon his son. As her thoughts wandered she suddenly was jolted back to reality as she was pushed up the bed and her head hit the headboard. She let out an audible gasp on impact and was startled by Loki's rough behavior.

"Are you okay?" she whispered in a shaky voice as he ripped through her panties effortlessly.

Loki didn't respond and Darcy tensed up. She felt him pause between her legs and watched as his frighteningly dark eyes came to meet hers. They held each other's gaze for long moments before he sat back and crossed his legs at the edge of the bed, still facing her. He rubbed his temples and let out a very short sigh.

"I apologize," he said lowly, "That was uncalled for."

Darcy rubbed the lump on the back of her head in response and winced from the headache it gave her.

"Maybe this isn't the answer… let's talk," Darcy said, leaning back against her pillows that she pushed up behind her back.

Loki's eyes shot up and Darcy let out a sigh of relief as she saw that they had returned to their regular emerald color. He opened his mouth to speak but Darcy held up her hand in response.

"Hang on, I need some Advil or something," she stated, holding the bump on her head.

Loki gave her a pained expression and shook his head with a hand reaching to her, "Come here."

Darcy stared at the palm of his hand and took it hesitantly. He pulled her into his lap and ran his long fingers over her scalp. He found the lump quickly and a healing aurora began to resonate from his hand. Darcy sighed with contentment as her terrible headache quickly disappeared.

"You aren't aware of how much I wished for your presence when I was back home. Although it's where I've been for centuries I've never felt more at home and at peace with myself than when I'm with you Darcy."

Darcy's breath hitched in her throat, she had never heard him express his feelings like this before, what the hell had happened on Asgard?!


Her eyes shot up to meet his and he stared at her with a scrutinizing expression.

"Why are you so tense? I upsets me to know that I'm making you like this."

Darcy shook her head and stood up, flying off of his lap, "You're acting really strange!"

Loki perked his eyebrows up, waiting for an explanation.

"Your eyes are all dreamy, and you're talking about your feelings… I'm kind of freaked out," she told him.

"Is my behavior that appalling?" Loki asked with an offended expression.

"No!" Darcy exclaimed, and then her voice grew softer, "I like hearing how you feel."

Loki stood and wrapped his arms around her, "I apologize for being so uncouth earlier."

Darcy let out a sigh and relaxed slowly into his hold, "You're forgiven."

"Come to bed with me," he whispered lightly in her ear.

Darcy turned and followed him mechanically. She slid under the covers next to him and snuggled into his chest.

"I wanted to take a shower," she mumbled.

Loki flicked his wrist and in the blink of an eye they were both clean and in night clothes.


The God of Mischief was silent and slid his fingers smoothly through her dark hair. Darcy began to grow worried as she watched the solemn look on his face turn to one of despair.

"Tell me what's bothering you."

Loki took a small breath and laid his head back against his fluffy pillow, "Upon my return to Asgard I knew I'd be punished. My ultimate goal was to have my banishment revoked, which I succeeded in doing."

"That's good!" Darcy gave him a smile which slowly faded as his facial expression remained blank.

"I was punished in my own unique way," Loki continued, "As my mind is my greatest asset, it was targeted."

Darcy watched him quietly and tried to reach for one of his hands. Loki jerked away at her touch and his expression became pained.

"I lost you… I lost everything."

"I'm right here, and I don't plan on going anywhere," she replied.

Loki shook his head, "No mortal can escape the shadows of death, and one day they shall take you from me."

Darcy shuddered at the thought of her being a withered old woman next to the ageless God of Mischief. It was awful thinking about how her beauty would fade while his would remain the same. She was but the blink of an eye to him and it was incredibly sad to think about.

"I was the cause of your slaying, and the others turned on me," Loki mumbled, "I've already harmed you once."

"That wasn't your fault," Darcy replied automatically and then added, "Slow down and tell me what happened."

Loki stared at the dark haired girl in front of him and reached out to touch her; making sure she was real and not an illusion. Darcy leaned into his touch and wiggled further under the warm covers.

"From the departure…" Loki trailed off.


Jane tip toed down the hall and stopped at Loki and Darcy's door. She raised her hand slowly and gasped as Thor grasped her wrist firmly. She turned to look at the God of Thunder who gave her a big smile and shook his head. Jane narrowed her eyes and listened intently; she could hear Loki speaking in low tones beyond the door.

"Let's leave them be," Thor whispered and pulled her back down the hall.

Once they were back inside the safety of their own room Jane turned to Thor, "What was that about? I just wanted to check on them."

"Loki is telling Lady Darcy about his journey and mostly likely about his mental imprisonment. If he gets interrupted he may never tell her," Thor told Jane.

"There's something you're not telling me," Jane noted suspiciously as she began adjusting the pillows on the bed.

"There is…" Thor trailed off, "I imagine he plans to speak with her about his future plans."

Jane stopped moving, "What future plans? Are we talking about a wedding?!" she asked excitedly.

Thor cocked his head, "No, we are speaking of immortality."


Darcy watched with a horror stricken face as Loki paced about the room with a grotesque expression. He recounted his punishment in great detail and it made Darcy's blood run cold. As soon as he began describing the scene where Trixie had been found dead the god had leapt off the bed to pace. She listened quietly as he finished his vivid story.

Loki stopped moving and eyed her carefully from across the room, "The reality of the situation is that I will lose you someday, whether it be years or days. Your lifespan is infinitely small to me Darcy, it's like a shooting star… fleeting."

"I want to be with you, for as long as I can," Darcy spoke up.

Loki paused, not breathing, "What are you implying?"

"That I love you and that you're the one, even though that probably sounds so cheesy."

Loki wrinkled his nose, "How can a statement involve cheese?"

Darcy shook her head and giggled, "Shut up and come over here."

Loki moved to her side and pressed a kiss to her lips. He leaned back and stared deep into her eyes. Darcy felt shivers go down her spine as she looked into his emerald pools. This was the same man who had tried to enslave them and take over earth. He had betrayed his family and been a viciously mean selfish person. Darcy didn't recognize him anymore because he had changed so much; for the better.

Loki pulled her close to him, her body flush against his and she sighed dreamily as she seemed to melt into him. She knew right then and there that she wanted to be with him forever. She liked the thought of living with her prince for the rest of her life, even if he wasn't the traditional type of prince. Jane and Thor would be close by and she knew that things would never get boring.

"Do you wish to remain at my side?" he asked suddenly.

"Of course!" Darcy replied immediately.

"Forever?" he questioned.

Darcy looked up at him and answered with a big grin, "Hell yes!"

Loki closed his eyes for a moment and a satisfied smirk graced his features, "Then so be it."