Day 16 (Darcy/Loki)
“Hmmm.” Darcy snuggles further into the warm blankets and tries to hold on to the wonderful dream that was slipping away. When the dream finally slips away completely she grumbles softly and grabs Loki’s arms to wrap them around her. Loki chuckles and lets her try to rearrange him without helping. “Loki.” She whines softly. He chuckles louder and when the sheet slips a bit further away to show the skin of her arm he takes advantage. He slowly drags a cold finger over her bare arm and looks delighted when she immediately tries to move away. The frantic movements trap her further in the sheets and she falls off the bed in a heap of limbs and sheets. Loki, the bastard, just keeps and shuffles to watch her from his comfortable position on the bed. “Are you comfortable love?” Darcy huffs in indignation and slowly untangles herself from the sheets. She wraps them around her like an oversized blanket and sits on the edge of the bed, glaring at the god of mischief.
Loki’s eyes shine with mirth as he watches her as she sits there. He finally raises his hands in mock surrender and moves forward to claim a kiss. The glare disappears from Darcy’s face to turn into a stubborn pout but as Loki’s lips caress hers she melts in his arms. Instead of cuddling up with her he pulls away again and this time Darcy whines. She curses him as he leaves the bed and grumbles as she pulls the blankets over her head. He can suck it if that’s how he wants to play.
Loki is never one for lazy mornings so he makes breakfast for the both of them only using a little magic (toasters are complicated okay?!). When he brings the tray over to Darcy she reluctantly leaves the comfort of her blanket ford so she’ll be able to eat. When the food is devoured and the coffee is gone Loki vanishes the tray and smiles at the still sleepy woman next to him. She slaps his arm and grumbles again at stupid boyfriends with their godlike powers and crazy charms and Loki smiles fondly. “Does this mean I am forgiven then love?” She falls silence as she contemplates the answer but then firmly shakes her head. “Nope, you used magic so that’s not fair.” Loki has to concede to that point and hums thoughtfully. “How about a white Christmas? Isn’t that completely magical in your Midgardian tradition?” Darcy laughs and has to hold on to him to not fall out of bed again. When he looks affronted she kisses him fondly as she explains. Loki just hums when she’s done and tells her to look out of the window. Darcy squeals when she sees snowflakes falling. She almost falls out of bed again in her hurry to get to the window. When she sees that it’s really snowing she runs out of the room, throws the door open and runs onto the balcony to feel the snow on her face. And Christmas turns out to be even more magical when it’s a white Christmas.