“I’m Kissing You”-Darcy/Loki

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for @squirrelstone

Song: I’m Kissing You-Des’ree, 1998
Link: Ao3
Word Count:  714

A/N:  I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I’ve accidentally written another Modern Royalty AU. Prince Loki/Exchange Student Darcy. Forbidden romance. All that. I think I was going for a Romeo + Juliet vibe. With less poison and stabbing.

Enjoy. But be aware. This is angsty.

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I’m Kissing You 

Darcy leaned back against the stone wall in the garden,
pausing to catch her breath.  Tonight
wasn’t really something she’d been looking forward to.    

“Loki?” she shout-whispered over her
shoulder.  His hand appeared, grasping
hers and making her jump.  

“I’m here,” he replied.  The knot in her stomach loosened
somewhat.  He was here.  If a little shit for scaring her like that in
the dark.    

“Good…” she sighed in relief, turning towards
his voice.  She’d been so prepared to
tell him until she heard him speak.  That
voice did things to her.    Her hands
sought out the rest of him, moving up the planes of his chest and around his
shoulders as he bent to meet her lips.  

“We can’t keep meeting like this…” he
murmured.  "I’m useless all day
long…all I can think about is you…it’s absolutely unacceptable.“  

She gulped as he kissed her again, more fervently than
before.  Her back hit the wall and his
hand slid up to keep her head from doing the same.  

“You know it wouldn’t be any different if I was with
you…” she teased half-heartedly.
There were too many ‘ifs’ in that sentence.    

He chuckled.
“True.  I’d be wrapped up in
you all day.  I’d get even less done than
I do now…” He trailed off, his hands pulling her closer as his eyes
searched hers, almost resigned.
“Somethings changed…hasn’t it?”

She pressed her lips together and nodded.  The thing she’d been avoiding all
week…putting off until tomorrow…had officially run out of tomorrows.

“I’m…uh…” she cleared her throat.  "I’m leaving. Semester’s over.  I’m going home. Leaving tomorrow morning,
actually.“  

He frowned.
"Why?”  

“I…just told you.
My semester’s over.  I’m not part
of the study-abroad program anymore.  I
have to go home.”  

He shook his head.
“Stay.  I can get you an
apartment. You wouldn’t want for anything.
Why leave if you don’t have to?”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, shaking her head.  "That’s not what I want,
Loki.“  

He closed his eyes for a moment.  "I can’t give you that.  Why must you ask for
the one thing I can’t give, you infuriating woman?”  

“I’m not asking for it.
I’m telling you…that…” she swallowed thickly.  "This was…wonderful.  But I have to move on with my life.  I can’t be with someone who isn’t allowed to
be with me.  I won’t be a dirty little
secret you keep hidden away.“  

"You aren’t a dirty secret.  You know my father would never allow us to be
together.  He’d…he’d send me
away!”  

“I know that.
And instead of letting that happen…I’m–”  

“You’re sending YOURSELF away,” he accused.  "It’s no better than what my father
would do.“  

"You know what I want, Loki.”  

“And I’d give it to you in a heartbeat, Darcy…I
just…I can’t go against my father’s wishes.
I would if I could, but I physically CAN’T.”  

“And I can’t sit by and watch you marry someone
else.  Grow old in an apartment waiting
for you to have time for me.”  

Loki set his jaw and dropped his hands from her
shoulders.  He crossed his arms in front
of him petulantly, looking anywhere but at her.

She sniffed, shaking her head.  "So that’s it?“  

No answer.  

"You’re going to give me the silent treatment like a
spoiled brat?”  

“What would you HAVE me do, Darcy?” he
hissed.  "You have me between a rock
and a hard place.“  

"How about kiss me goodbye?  Make these last moments between us
memorable?”  

“You gave me no notice! You gave me no time to prepare!
You’ve known this for days and never told me!”

She sniffed. “How could I tell you? How could I when
all I wanted…all I EVER want is to make you happy?  How could I tell you the one thing that
wouldn’t?”  

“If you want to make me happy, STAY…” he
pleaded.  "Stay here.  With me.“

"And if you want to make ME happy, you’ll let me go.”  

His eyes were shining as he blinked, looking down at his
hands.  "When are you leaving? What
time?“  

"I have to be at the airport at six am.”  

He swore under his breath before composing himself,
straightening his shoulders and schooling his features.  "Well then…I suppose we have six hours
left together…let’s make them count, shall we?“