“How can anyone not be afraid of love?” Darcy asks, half-laughing, half-pleading. “It’s human nature. But you can’t–”
“Darcy,” Loki says, pained. “You know I–”
“You can’t let that fear define you!” she bursts out. Her eyes are bright, her hair curls about her shoulders fiercely, and he loves her so much it hurts. “You can’t let that fear be everything you are, Loki. Please,” she says, and her eyes are so soft and so clear. “Please. Do this with me.”