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#this needs a drabble or something to go with it (via @mischiefslady)

I GOT YOU, GIRL. I’m also playing off of the wedding ring thing that @sweetsigyn noticed.

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The sun is slanting through the curtains, bathing her in a sliver
of warm, golden light as she stands at the window, gazing out at the skyline. She
is the picture of comfort and beauty with legs bare and hair unruly, and the
sight is enough to steal the air from Loki’s lungs as he wets suddenly dry
lips, hands itching with the desire to reach out and touch her.

“I believe,” he drawls, keeping his words smooth and lazy as
he takes a step in until the heat of her back is pressed snug against his
chest, hand snaking around her hip to tug at the hem of her soft, oversized
sweater, “that this belongs to me.”

At the unexpected sound of his voice Darcy starts, surprise quickly
melting into contentedness as she relaxes against him, tipping her head back to
study him while her mouth pulls up into the familiar, crooked grin that never
fails to quicken his pulse.

“Finders keepers,” she says, biting her bottom lip as she tries
to contain a grin. “I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.”

“I would have returned far sooner had I known that this would
be awaiting me,” Loki murmurs, trailing one hand down the front of the worn grey
wool until the tips of his fingers are skimming her bare thigh. “Are you
wearing anything underneath?”

“Now why would I tell you that?”

There is no hiding Darcy’s smile now and Loki moves his
wandering fingers to the soft curve of her waist, poking at the tender,
ticklish spot that he knows will earn him a sharp shriek of laughter and
narrow-eyed glare.

She doesn’t disappoint; squirming against him as she
attempts to protest through her string of uncontrollable giggles.  

“You. Are. An. Ass,” she gasps once her laughter has
subsided, leaving her breathless and flushed in a way that is all too
appealing.

“You married this ass,” Loki reminds her,
looping both arms around her shoulders and pulling her tighter against him as
he drops a kiss onto the top of her head.

Darcy reaches up, curling her fingers over his wrist and
squeezing lightly. The new position brings their left hands in close proximity and
for a moment they both stare, lost in the sight of the matching wedding bands
encircling their fingers, still flawless and shiny with their newness.

“True,” Darcy finally replies, head falling back against his
shoulder as she glances up at him, making a face. “What was I thinking?”

The force of Loki’s grin feels as though it’s wide enough to
shatter his face. “A terrible mistake,” he agrees.

“The worst,” she confirms before twisting in his arms, and
any further marital complaints are soon lost amongst long kisses and quiet laughter.

AAAAAAAaaaAAAA I LOVE THIS SO MUCH @concavepatterns!