A/N: Yeah I know. I couldn't resist. My hubby says I'm just milking the story for all it's worth, I argue that I love these characters too much to let them go so soon...

So, here we are: An Epilogue. Just a wee bit more Loki and the Darcemeister!

Disclaimer: Good grief, I said none of it was mine already!

Stuff & Nonsense - Epilogue

"Will you stop that!"

"Hmm, stop what?"

Darcy gasped. "That! That- thing, with the- ah! Tongue!"

Loki raised his head from the delicious skin of (finally official) girlfriend's neck and met her eyes innocently in the reflection of the (finally empty) lift's wall going up to his apartment after their (first official) date. "But I thought you liked the tongue thing?"

Quick as a kitten, Darcy twisted in his arms and pushed him against the wall. Using him as balance, she raised herself up on her toes and barely brushed her full red lips against his and whispered, "I thought you wanted to show me your place?"

Swallowing hard, he nodded, "Yeah- yes. I did."

"How far do you think we'll get if you keep doing the tongue thing?"

"Not very."

"Bingo, sluttypants."

"I resent that title. These pants are in no way slutty."

She pressed herself against him and they both groaned as their lips met. She chuckled huskily, "Any pants you wear are slutty."

He retorted by pressing his lips back into hers. She moaned delightfully with that sound he only ever hears when his tongue enters her mouth, a sort of high pitched sigh that turns into a deep throated purr. He pressed her back into the adjacent wall and was getting to the business of getting to know her cleavage a whole lot better when the lift doors binged and opened.

Tearing himself away, he panted down at her, "Let me show you my place." He took her hand and flew out the lift. Darcy snorted with laughter as he fumbled his door key.

Brushing her slender fingers across the back of his neck, under his hair, she whispered with a smile, "A little distracted there, big boy?" Of course that made him drop his keys.

He growled playfully and finally unlocked the door after scrambling on the floor. "I meant to do that."

"Righto- ah!"

Any smart retort she tried to voice was cut off as he pressed her into the wall of the short front corridor with another kiss. He pulled away and grinned as she leaned in for a continuation of his assault, her blue eyes dark and half-shuttered with passion. "This is the front corridor."

"Huh?"

Befuddled Darcy was one of his favourites, he decided then and there. Forcing her knees apart, he leaned down and pulled her thighs up, still braced against the wall. She gave a short shriek as her feet left the ground. "Legs around me, love."

Her eyes softened as she complied and wrapped her legs firmly around his waist and pulled in tight at the small of his back. He moaned at the sensation and again when she pulled her mouth to his in a searing kiss.

"You called me love."

"Huh?" Yes, Loki, the Great Seducer, has entered the building. "Oh, yes. Well- you are- mmppph-" Her tongue was in his mouth again. Not that he was complaining. He awkwardly carried her into the lounge room, arms and legs wrapped around him. He found the back of the couch and seated her on it, hands slipping from her thighs and moving to her hips, pulling them into his own. He gasped for breath as Darcy shoved his suit jacket off his shoulders and whipped his tie off so fast he may have got silk burn. "This is the lounge room."

"Very nice," she muttered, eyes focused on the skin she was exposing as she began to unbutton his shirt. She hoisted the bottom of his shirt from his pants and finished unbuttoning by ripping off the remaining buttons. "Oh, yes," she sighed, tracing his hard stomach as he gasped at the touch. "Very, very nice-"

Grabbing him by the collar, she pulled him down for a hard kiss. He leaned into her, nipping her jaw as she breathed out his name, tipping back her head. Her feet tightened at his back and he pushed his hips into hers while he slid down the zip under her arm that held up the black satin bodice that had showcased her 'girls' as she called them, all night. He finally could reach the back clasp of her bra-

"Loki? Is that- Oh, good gracious!" A cultured feminine voice with an accent distinctly like his own cut through the haze of lust like one of Thor's back slaps.

"Shit!" Darcy yelped, and she tried to regain her balance, she really did. But her choice of object to regain that balance was her boyfriend, who was as off-kilter as she was.

They both went over the couch in a tumble of arms, legs and curses.

"I'm so sorry, Loki!" The voice cried again. "I'm not looking. See? Eyes covered!"

Loki sighed. "Just- give us a moment, mum," he called. Leaning over Darcy, he whispered, "Are you okay? No damage?"

Darcy could feel her eyes widen. "Your. Mom. Is. Here?!" She groaned with embarrassment as she felt the tell-tale blush creep up her chest and head to her cheeks.

Loki froze, still leaning on his hands over her, gazed at her chest. "Huh, so that's where it starts."

"Loki!" She thumped him on the arm.

"Oh, right."

Loki's mom was still protesting from the other side of the lounge that she 'hadn't seen a thing, dears' when Darcy looked over the back of the couch, pulling up her zip. Loki had untangled himself and was using his remaining shirt buttons to cover up. He ran his fingers through his dark hair quickly and faced his mother, all the while holding a hand out to Darcy to help her up. Her insides turned to marshmallow again.

"Mum," he began, his voice a combination of seriousness and chagrin, "am I going to have to change my locks? This is the second time this week-"

"I know, I'm sorry. Very sorry, I should have called, darling," Frigga apologised in a slightly breathless rush. She slowly began to remove her hands from her eyes. "Decent now?"

Loki laughed softly, "Yes, mum." He came out from behind the couch pulling Darcy in front of him. Pressing himself against her back so she wouldn't move too fast, Darcy fought the urge to smirk, but not the urge to shift her hips back a little. Maybe not entirely decent, Mr Laufeyson, as her lips twitched at his sharp intake of breath.

Oh, wait. Shit. His mom may have noticed- The older woman's mouth pulled up at one side. Yup, definitely noticed. Argh! Focus, Darce!

Frigga's mouth turned into a full blown smile. "It's lovely to see you again, Darcy. Still 'saving the world, one scientist at a time'?"

Darcy laughed out loud at that, "I can't believe you remember that, Mrs Asgard. We must have had that conversation nearly six months ago!" She grinned up at a bemused Loki. "I've kinda moved onto ex-hackers now."

"You two have obviously met," Loki said as he unconsciously smoothed his hands up and down Darcy's arms. Geez, seriously, did he want her to turn to goo in front of his mom?

"Just once, when Darcy first started working with Jane," his mother replied. "I saw her at the Maria Stark Ball last week too-" She gave him a knowing look and he coughed, avoiding her eyes as his ears turned slightly pink. "-but I didn't get a chance to say hello."

She crossed her arms over her expensive looking cashmere top and turned on the 'Mom-Glare' full force. Darcy almost felt sorry for the dude. "And since you hadn't answered any of my calls or emails in the last week-"

"Oh, dude. Really?" Darcy gasped, fully enjoying the slight of Loki's pink ears turning red.

"Quiet, woman," he growled. "I beat up a man for you, defending your honour-"

"My honour, oh ho!" She turned to face him and waggled a finger just under his nose. "My honour was just peachy, thank you very much! I'm not entirely sure how it's hanging now that your mom has caught me with my tongue down your throat. But last week, it was all good-"

He snatched her finger out of the air and pulled her close. "I'll have you know, Darcy Lewis, that it is an honour for your tongue to be so well acquainted with my throat-"

A delicate clearing of another throat caught their attention, and they guiltily whipped around to face a very amused Frigga. "Well, I can see that all is well here." She held out her arms and Loki walked into them easily, giving his mother a kiss on the top of her head. "I just wanted to invite you, both of you, around for dinner tomorrow night." She eyed Loki, whose expression froze a little at the thought of a family dinner. "Would that be alright?"

Darcy didn't say anything. She had an inkling that the answer to this question would be a turning point in the Asgard family. Loki turned his green eyes to hers, seeming to be searching for an answer she didn't feel anywhere qualified to give. Then he smiled softly and gave his mom another kiss on the head.

"Sure. We'll be there."

Frigga's entire face seemed to light up from within. "Good," she patted him on the arm, "Good, we'll see you both tomorrow then."

She picked up her handbag from the kitchen bench and Loki and Darcy walked her to the door. With a small wave and another bright smile, she was gone. Loki released a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding as he closed the door and sagged into it. His eyes slanted over to his Darcy, who was watching him with a look of pride in her expressive eyes.

He straightened. "Right. Now, where were we?"

Before she could blink, Darcy found herself thrown over a broad shoulder with a firm slap tingling her backside. "Hmm," he sounded thoughtful, "I can see the appeal-"

The rest of the house tour had to wait until morning.

Fin.