Author's Note: Hey, guys. I'm really sorry for the hiatus. Truthfully, I kind of forgot where I was in my own story haha. But, I finally have free time, so here it is.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.

"I can't do this."

Darcy Lewis-Odinson hesitated at the doorway to Clint's loft. Her belongings were in a duffel slung over her right shoulder, and she was about to put it back down when the archer pushed it back into place.

"You can do this, Darcy." He gave her a reassuring smile.

She timidly smiled back, then wrapped him in a tight hug. Clint Barton was unquestionably the best friend a girl could have. "I don't deserve you," she whispered into his shirt.

He smirked devilishly. "You really don't," he teased, earning himself a slap on the back. Clint laughed, then relapsed into seriousness as he pulled away. "Everything's going to be okay, Darcy. You'll see."

"Why are you doing this for him? Returning me, I mean. You hate him."

The archer shook his head. "I'm not doing it for him. I'm doing it for you." At her confused expression, he elaborated. "I've seen how happy Loki makes you. No one else has that effect on you, not even me. So, if giving you back to him makes you that happy again…I'd do it a hundred times." It was quite a confession, seeing as how Clint never really chose to put his emotions into words.

Darcy hugged him once more, turned to the open door, and stepped out. She breathed in the warm air and pulled the door shut behind her.

The road to restoration with Loki was not going to be without bumps, but she was finally ready to traverse it. She hoped that he was, too.


I need you, and you need me

Left alone, we will never be who we could be

So take my hand, and don't forget that we can do anything together


Darcy did not expect her husband to be waiting for her in the middle of the living room. Loki was in a deep green t-shirt and jeans, his black hair spilling around his face. His arms were crossed over his chest, bulging the muscles. What stood out the most, however, was the look adorning his face. Loki's mouth was set in a grim, hard line, and his emerald eyes were smoky with anger. Darcy nearly cowered, but she recovered. She deserved his anger, she told herself. He was fully justified. But, it scared her how similar he looked to the depraved god of his past.

"Loki, I…" she trailed off, for once not knowing what to say to the man she loved so dearly.

"Why did you come back?" he intoned emotionlessly. Darcy winced.

"Because I love you." The answer was correct, though it lacked evidence in recent times. Her husband opened his mouth—no doubt to contradict her—but she held her hand up and plowed forward. It was time to speak her mind. "I know I haven't shown it. I know that. But, after the baby…Loki, you wanted him so badly. We both did. But, just knowing that you were so disappointed in not having your son…it was so hard to face you. After he was all you could talk about? It killed me. I thought you didn't want to speak to me," she admitted. By the end, she was in tears.

Loki tried to remain the stone wall he had been since his wife had walked through the door. However, at the sight of her tears, he had her in his arms before he even knew what he was doing. "I would never shut you out," he whispered, stroking her silky hair. Darcy's sobs intensified because of her guilt; she had done just that.

"How can you forgive me after all I've put you through?" she sniffed, looking at him with red-rimmed, puffy eyes. Loki cradled her face in his hands, leaned down, and kissed the tears on her cheeks.

"Because I love you," he whispered into her ear.

Then, he captured her lips with his.