The rest of the school year was quiet. Thanks to Loki's help, who claimed he couldn't associate with a girl with mere average grades, Darcy got the best report card since the start of here scholarship. Loki was really good at explaining things in an understandable way. And blackmailing her with kisses. That one was unfair.

It took about a month for Fandral to be accepted back in the group. None of them had been impressed by his little trickery, especially Thor. And everybody followed Thor's lead. Except her and Loki. They were definitely not going to go against it, in this particular occurrence. But the others were knitted even tighter then they had been before.

And Loki. God. She was pretty sure she loved him, but that's always hard to tell, right? Especially the first time. When does it stops being like, and becomes love? Nevertheless, Darcy was almost positive she loved him. She was getting to open him up, slowly but surely. He certainly open up to her, telling her about Thor's "prank". The one with the pictures.

It was hard to tell how much he liked her though. She knew he did, but she wasn't sure if he loved her. Not that it really mattered. Loki already proved her that his affections were slower to come, but just as powerful. She was getting good at waiting. The reward was always worth it.

At the moment, though, she was kind of freaking out. She was standing in front of the dorm building. Yes dorm. She was now officially in college. It was her first day. Breathe Darcy. There were so much people! Much more than in Puente Antiguo. Breathe Darcy. Jane was by her side, fidgeting with her purse. They came first, the others would come later. They shared a room, and Sif would be stuck with a stranger. Poor girl. Loki as well, but he didn't seem to really care. He said he lived with his family for seventeen years, a change was welcomed. Jane entered, Darcy following her, as always. They quickly found their room, conveniently just beside Sif's. Just in case her roommate was too insufferable. Their room was always open to her. They set everything up. They were barely done when there was a knock on their door. Darcy sprung, and welcomed Sif in. The girl giggled at Darcy's excessive display of enthusiasm, which came mostly from nerves. Jane rose a bit slower, and together, they went into Sif's room, that was depressingly similar to their own. They were chatting happily, when they heard a soft drawl from the doorway.

"Well, this is more crowded than I expected."

They turned to focus on a shapely red-head that was leaning on the door frame. She had a single black generic bag, which fitted with her clothes. They still looked gorgeous; she was the kind of girl who could pull practically anything of. Sif smiled, and went to shake the girl's hand.

"Hello, I'm Sif Asgard; it's a pleasure to meet you."

The other girl nodded, and gave her a small smile.

"My name is Natasha Romanoff. Charmed to meet you."

Jane obviously felt the need to introduce herself as well.

"I'm Jane Foster. I'm in the room next door, with Darcy. We're just here to help Sif unpack.

-Yeah. I'm Darcy Lewis, by the by."

Everyone shook hands. Natasha seemed nice, if a bit reserved. Darcy would have like to go and look for her boyfriend, since he arrived with Sif, but felt she should probably let him introduce himself to his roommate before throwing a girlfriend in the mix. So she stayed with the girls.

It turned out Natasha was reserved, but had a sharp, cutting, sarcastic humor. Darcy felt she would go along with her just fine.

"So, Natasha, any boyfriend?

-Not at the moment.

-Eyes on someone?"

She smirked.

"Maybe.

-That's mean.

-I've only met you an hour ago, Darcy. For all I know, you could be the kind of girl who likes to steal other girl's target.

-Lighten up, dude. Already have a boyfriend. And I have no intention to let him go anytime soon. Jane has a boyfriend as well. And Sif has too much honor to do such a thing."

Natasha turned to the girl, and sized her up.

"No boyfriend?"

Sif's answer was wary.

"No, why?

-Oh, nothing, I just know a couple of guys who could interest you."

Darcy amended her previous statement. She would definitely go along well with Natasha. Any girl who tried to match Sif was her friend. She laughed with the other girls at Sif's face when she realized her new roommate was siding with her two friends. Poor girl. She wouldn't get through this year single. Darcy wanted to laugh evilly while rubbing her hands together.

Suddenly her phone- a gift from Loki- rang, indicating she received a text message. She checked it up quickly. It was from Loki.

Can you come by my room?

She frowned. She thought he would pick her up here when he was done. She quickly excused herself.

When she arrived in the room, she noticed several things. First, Loki was already annoyed, which wasn't a good thing for his roommate. Then, everything, including Loki's half of the room was looking like it had been in the way of a tornado. As well, most of the effects that were now ornamenting the floor were definitely not Loki's style, and ridiculously expensive. Finally, Loki's roommate was Tony Stark. The genius heir to the Stark Industry.

Damn.

"Hmm. Hi?"

Loki turned around, as well as Stark. Who didn't even try to hide the fact he was checking her up. Focusing mainly on her breast. Loki was about to talk, but the other boy cut him.

"Hello, beautiful. Are you lost? Because it would be my pleasure to help you find your way back to your bedroom."

He was certainly good at getting to the point. She probably would have found it funny if her boyfriend wasn't in the room, looking now properly pissed off. Stark wouldn't last a semester at this rate. It was probably a good thing the window was too small for him to go through it.

"She does not need any help to find her way, and if she ever did, I can assure you she wouldn't ask you."

Stark seemed to notice the icy tint in Loki's tone, because he backed off quickly. Maybe he wasn't that oblivious.

"Sorry man, didn't realize she was already taken."

Loki scrutinized him, but seemed satisfied the other guy wasn't going to make a move on her. He reached a hand to her, which she took eagerly. She kissed on quickly, and then turned around to shake Stark's hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mister Stark. I'm Darcy Lewis.

-Charmed, Darcy. And please call my Tony. Mister Stark is my father.

-Tony it is then.

-Quite a boyfriend you've gotten yourself. I've been here for half-an-hour, and he called me a slob, a whore, threatened to burn my stuff, and teased me by having his hot girlfriend kiss him in front of me."

Darcy turned around, and mocked-slapped Loki on the shoulder.

"Loki, I thought I taught you how to behave yourself!

-I'm sorry, miss Lewis, I shall try harder to live up to your standards next time.

-I'll hold you onto that."

She turned back to Tony.

"Don't mind him. He's less of an arrogant, complaisant, cold bastard when you know him. He's even nice when you get to the snogging stage."

Stark grimaced.

"I'll let that one to you.

-Probably wise. I cannot answer for his actions if you were to kiss him."

Loki raised his eyebrows and was probably going to answer some smart thing, but she interrupted him by hauling him out of the room. She heard Stark shout "whipped" somewhere behind her.

Loki was sharing a room with Tony Stark.

Either one of them died in the next few weeks, or they would ally and make the rest of the world regret they ever met. There was far too much IQ in that room for it to end peacefully.

OOOOOOO

This evening, Loki and Darcy found themselves a quiet corner on the school's ground, watching the people, Loki's arm draped across her shoulders. The others asked them if they wanted to go out with them, but they declined. They needed some time alone. After a couple of minutes of comfortable silence, Darcy turned around and looked at Loki square in the eyes.

"Loki?

-Yes?"

She took a deep breath.

"I love you."

He looked at her blankly for a couple of seconds, then he beamed and kissed more sweetly than he ever did. She melted. After a couple of seconds, he pulled away, his forehead against hers.

"I love you too."

She threw her arms around his neck, and snogged him for a long time. After she pulled away, he whispered a bit breathlessly.

"Why do I have the feeling you were nervous about telling me this?

-Because you're a smart guy.

-Why were you?

-I was just worried you weren't there yet.

-I was always there. I just took a long time to realize it."

She smiled.

"It's just that sometimes I got the impression you stayed with me only because it was simpler that way.

-Of course it is. But it's certainly not the only reason.

-What are the others?

-Because if I broke off with you, I would be back to my old, boring life, but with the knowledge of what I am missing. Because I would have to look at guys like Stark flirting with you without having to right to do anything about it. Because my family would be disappointed with me. Because... Because I couldn't look, and talk, and see you every day. I'm staying with you because all the other options are insufferable."

Darcy laced her fingers through his,

"So I'm still the lesser evil?"

He smirked.

"Always."

She was about to answer when she saw from the corner of her eyes a round, light green thing. Which came in contact with the back of Loki's head. And exploded in something wet. She heard a laugh she recognized from earlier.

Finally it computed.

Tony Stark had thrown a water balloon at Loki's head.

The end.

A/N: Done! I'm done for this one! It was so much fun to write! Please. review, tell me what I should improve. I'm currently in the process of writing another Darcy/Loki fic, not related to this one, so it should come up soon!

Yours,

Green Queen of Clubs