Hey girl heeeey some Loki/Darcy i want loki to turn into his sweet blueness during a makeout session and when he finally notices he freaks out and disappear thinking this is the end of their relationship

mischiefgoddesscomplex:

Loki leans against the giant oak tree and groans, covering his face with his hands. He’s spent the last half hour wondering if it would be more beneficial to take the bifrost back to Asgard for good, or just dig a hole underneath him and bury himself alive. Either way, he’ll never have to see Darcy again. Or rather, she’ll never have to see him.

His back slides down the trunk of the tree and he sits on the cold ground, the wind whistling around him. He looks up at the stars, his mind replaying the events earlier in the night that led him to this mortification.

—

The evening started out innocently enough. Darcy picked out a movie for the two of them – something she had seen a million times before and he had not seen once – and they curled up together on her couch, he with one arm around her shoulder and she snuggled with her head on his chest.

They’d been “dating” for a few weeks, ever since Loki had dropped out of the sky on official business from Asgard and Darcy had tased him, the same way she had his brother. They bonded over the coincidence, and Loki found himself inexplicably drawn to her. He had planned to visit Earth for only a few days, but Darcy Lewis was giving him more than enough reason to extend his stay.

About halfway through the movie, he noticed Darcy’s fingers begin to absentmindedly draw lazy patterns on his exposed skin across his waist. His breathing hitched a little as her fingers trailed lower, ghosting across his pelvis. He tried to remain focused on the movie, but honestly, once she began to drop little kisses on the base of his neck, he knew he was a goner.

“Lose interest in the movie so soon?” He quipped as she looked up at him.

“Eh, I’ve seen it before,” Darcy shrugged, inching her lips closer to his, “Besides, I’ve got other things on my mind.”

She reached behind his head, running her fingers through his hair and pulling him down to close the distance between them. Her lips tasted sweeter than the nectar of the gods, and Loki was soon lost in her intoxicating presence. A small whimper escaped her mouth as his lips caressed hers, coaxing them open with fervency.

Loki’s hands greedily sought out her hips, easily shifting her position until she was above him, straddling his waist. He let out a low moan as she gently writhed against him, and he could feel her grinning slightly against his lips as she continued to kiss him. Yes, this woman surely possessed magic of her own.

Loki broke the kiss to look her in the eyes, “Darcy Lewis, I think I love you.”

Darcy smiled slyly before opening her eyes to look back at him, “Excellent. Because I think I love – “

She stopped short, a barely audible gasp of shock escaping her mouth. Loki blinked in confusion before taking note of his arms wrapped around her neck – his natural, Jotun-blue arms. Darcy tried quickly to recover from her reaction, but it was too late. As far as Loki was concerned, the damage was done.

“I’ve – I’m sorry, I have to – ” Loki stumbled, at a loss for words for the first time in his life. Darcy slid off his lap and onto the couch as he stood up and briskly made his way to the front door.

“Loki, wait – !” Darcy cried, and that was the last thing he heard before slamming the door behind him and storming off into the night.

—

Sitting here now on the ground in the middle of the night, Loki is really more upset with himself than anything. He knows he should have concealed himself better, but the way Darcy touches him makes him forget about anything he’s ever worried about. And now – he fears – she’ll never want to touch him again.

Loki stiffens slightly at the sound of approaching footsteps, and he knows Darcy has found him. He doesn’t look up as she speaks.

“Room for one more?” She asks hesitantly, and Loki nods as she comes to sit down next to him under the giant oak tree.

They sit in silence for a few minutes, both staring up at the sky. Darcy shivers a little as a gust of wind blows by, and Loki instinctively makes a move to wrap his arm around her before pulling back in embarrassment.

The movement does not go unnoticed by Darcy, who finally turns to speak to him, “So…you’re blue. That’s cool.”

He rolls his eyes, laughing a little too sarcastically, “You don’t understand. I’m a monster. I could see it in your eyes as you looked at me. I’m surprised you haven’t gone run off screaming into the night.”

“Hey,” Darcy says sympathetically, looking him in the eyes even though he is still avoiding hers, “You just caught me off-guard, I wasn’t expecting it. But Loki…I really don’t care what color you are.”

"You’re just saying that,” Loki replies, hating himself for sounding whiny. 

“Honestly,” Darcy promises, and when Loki finally looks into her eyes, he knows she is telling the truth. He closes his eyes as she reaches up to cup his cheek in her palm. Placing his hand on top of hers, he lets himself change back into his Jotun form once more. Hesitantly, he opens his eyes to gauge her reaction, and all he can see is acceptance on her face.

“Because guess what?” Darcy continues, smiling at him in a way that sets his heart on fire, “I love you, Loki Odinson.”