Breadsticks

becisvolatile:

Prompt fill for octoberland who asked for ‘Loki finally confesses his feelings for Darcy’.

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“Darcy, I think the time has come that I express my-”

“Oh! Breadsticks!”

Loki observed as she made what she called ‘grabbyhands’ and waited. That was his cue to proffer the basket of baked goods that was, in fact, a good deal closer to the lady in question than it was to him. Still, he picked up and presented the basket with a flourish.

“Don’t think I’ll nurse you through your gastric discomforts throughout the night simply because you elected to overindulge. Again.” Lies. He would. Always.

"Afraid you won’t get laid?” She grinned up at him, a few errant crumbs balanced on the swell of her breast.

“Unlikely. Your appetite for me far surpasses your love of food.” If his grin was smug, she didn’t seem to mind.

"Which begs the question: why are we here? Not that I’m not totally digging the fancy restaurant, it’s just that your usual MO is to throw me at a bed, then revive me hours later with gummy worms.”

Loki actually winced at that. It wasn’t that her assessment was untrue. He did seem to revert to a rather primal mindset when she was near. Still, he liked to think that he was marginally more polished than other, less divine, men.

“Hey,” she thwacked him in the nose with a breadstick, “I like gummy worms.”

"Yes, but-”

“And I love you.”

Oh.

It wasn’t exactly how he’d planned the conversation. That was his line. The girl had damn well gone and hijacked his romantic confession.

“Well. I can hardly go and parrot back the sentiment, can I?” Loki snapped as he snatched the breadstick from her fingers and sank his teeth into it.

“No need,” Darcy leaned in and propped her chin in her hand, “I had a sneaking suspicion when you levelled three blocks because some dick neo-Nazi ‘cuffed me to his radiator.”

Loki snapped the breadstick in half. The memory brought a rush of frigid air past their table and he felt even more compelled to express how he felt. “Darcy, I truly do-”

He watched as she opened her mouth and, with preternatural speed, reached out to silence her.

”- love you.” Loki finished.

He could feel her smile beneath his palm, watched the corners of her eyes crinkle with the movement of her ever-mobile mouth. He pulled his hand away to observe her face lit-up by her smile.

“You may speak,” he said as he smoothed down his tie.

Darcy shrugged, “Pass me another breadstick?”