mischiefslady:

Loki wakes with a start, automatically reaching for Darcy in the bed next to him. When his hands touch empty space, he opens his eyes to see that she isn’t there. Sitting up, he glances at the little clock with the bright red numbers on it that sits on her nightstand. 3:29 a.m. it reads. Darcy is not where she should be.

Rising from the bed, he disregards his nakedness and steps out into the hallway of their shared apartment. At the other end is a window with a seat overlooking the city. Darcy, dressed only in his white t-shirt is curled there with a blanket over her legs, watching the rain fall on quiet streets.

Quietly he approaches and when he is next to her, Darcy turns to look up at him. Her tear stained face rips at him, and he moves to scoop her up. He settles down on the seat with her on his lap, wrapping his arms around her to hold her close.

“Talk to me, Darcy,” he pleads quietly. He has to fix this, whatever it is that’s making her sad. She came to him in his darkest moments and changed him. Now, he’ll do anything necessary to put a smile on her face. He will rip through all the realms, destroy worlds, make the trouble disappear all for this woman who saw through his rage.

Darcy sniffles slightly and burrows deeper into Loki’s embrace. He’s whispering into her hair all the things he’ll do for her and she’s sure he has no idea he’s speaking out loud.

“I don’t want you to burn worlds or use your magic to fix anything,” she says softly, turning her head so she can place a small kiss on his throat. “I just need you to hold me until the world fades away and the only thing I know is you.”

Loki adjusts their position so she is between his legs, her back against his chest. “Until the end of time, Darcy,” he murmurs as he draws the blanket over them, “Until the end of time.”