bloodywasteofrum:

“Leah, listen to me—” She turned abruptly and shoved him with anger.
“Don’t you fucking call me that!” She yelled. “I am not your precious Leah, I’m Darcy! Get it right for goddamn once!”
Loki pulled back, feeling like a knife was twisting in his chest. He knew she was right. No matter how much she looked like her, no matter how much he pretended she was her, the truth was, she wasn’t.

#REMEMBER THAT HEADCANON I HAD ABOUT LOKI LOVING A MIDGARDIAN WOMAN HUNDREDS OF YEARS AGO AND LOSING HER???? #AND SEEING DARCY NOW AND NOTICING HOW MUCH SHE LOOKS LIKE HER# AND SOMETIMES HIS OLD LOVE’S NAME SLIPS OUT #AND DARCY USUALLY LETS IT SLIP # BUT SHE’S HAD ENOUGH OF IT #SHE’S TIRED OF LIVING UNDER SOMEONE ELSE’S SHADOW #OH MY GOD IF I COULD WRITE I WOULD #I’D WRITE THE SHIT OUT OF THAT