“Okay, so you can be a distraction,” Loki says, doing everything he can not to stumble over his words. “We should get going, or we’ll be late.”
He marches towards the main door ahead of her, a little too quickly. Darcy grabs her purse and follows him, but slows down at the sight of the two of them in the wall mirror by the door.
“Loki, hang on,” she says, gently pulling him back to stand next to her in front of the mirror. She closes the space between them and slides her hand into his. He can smell her shampoo and feel her every curve. If he thought he was flustered earlier, it was nothing compared to this.
She gazes at their reflections and smiles. “Now we are ready.”
Inspired by the amazing Tasertricks fic, The Lies We Tell Ourselves, written by mischiefgoddesscomplex. It’s stuffed full of all the fake!married tropes a reader could ever want! Go check it out.
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