Hi! I’d like to request Darcy/Loki for #6 and/or #12. Writer’s choice. Thank you so much!

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Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Loki
Prompt:  #12. “Did you just land on my balcony?”

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He was reading when he heard her land.  Or fall, rather.  

There was a sickening splat of skin meeting concrete and then a muffled groan.

He set his book on the coffee table and got up to peer out onto his balcony.  

“Ms. Lewis?” he asked, a bit bewildered to see his upstairs neighbor outside his window.  "Are you alright?  Did you just… land on my balcony?“  

“Fell, actually…” she said with a groan, rolling to a seated position and cradling her left wrist.  "I was hanging some holiday lights and slipped.“  

He sighed closed his eyes for a few seconds.  There hadn’t been a dull moment for him since Ms. Lewis had moved in upstairs.  

First off, she owned a rather large dog that thundered around the apartment when excited, and it was easily excitable, given the amount of thundering that occurred. She decorated her balcony in ways that made him visibly cringe.  These holiday lights would prove to be no different, he was certain.  

But for all her faults, she was one of the better individuals to move into this building.  She found out when he came down with a cold a few months prior and brought him hot chicken soup from a deli on her way home from work.  She also spoke up on his behalf to the tenants committee when he was summoned for missing a few too many meetings.  

It was only fair that he return the favor now.    

Loki climbed out of his window onto the balcony and knelt down beside her, reaching for the arm she was favoring.  "Let me have a look.”  

“It’s fine.  I don’t think it’s broken.  Probably just sprained or something.”  

“Indeed, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.  Allow me to accompany you to the hospital?”

She exhaled slowly, but nodded.  "Yeah, okay. I honestly think my pride is hurt more than my wrist.“

"Well, after the hospital, I’ll take you out for a drink. Will that help?”  

She shrugged.

“And, I suppose I can tell you about the first and only time I rode a jet-ski.  But that story stays between us, Ms. Lewis.”  

“Darcy,”  she corrected, allowing him to help her to her feet.  "And I hope there are pictures.“  

Groaning, he nodded.  "There are.”  

“Excellent, lead the way, Lokes.”