AN: So, this is just a little drabble. I've wanted to try my hand at writing for so long and Loki/Darcy finally inspired me enough to do something about it. I have no idea if I'll take this anywhere.. I have no idea if anyone will even read it. But yeah, here it is! Totally unbeta'd by the way. All mistakes and whatnot are mine.

Darcy felt the shift in the atmosphere a moment before his hand landed on her shoulder; allowing her, however brief, a second to prepare.

His grip was tight but not painful. Firm enough to let her know that she wouldn't be able run away, firm enough that she knew she'd be able to see the faint outline of his fingers the next day (and so what if that display of strength, the show of his raw masculinity, gave her a small shiver of pleasure).

"Loki," she gasped.

He spun her around, already advancing.

Darcy stumbled backwards, teetering on feet unused to such tall heels. Her pulse quickened and Loki could see the evidence in her neck. And what a nice neck that was, he noted appreciatively. His gaze swept lower, taking in her attire for the evening.

A simple dress, really... Darcy had never been one for haute couture. It hugged her curves the entire way down, stopping just above her knees. Made of black silk with a deep V-neck, cut low enough that it made him briefly (or not so briefly) ponder her undergarments.

The soft thud of Darcy's back hitting the wall brought Loki out of his contemplation. He tore his eyes away from the nuisance covering Darcy's lovely body (he'd see what he could do about that later), looking back up at her face. Her eyes, wide and crystalline, were filled with a mixture of fear and… lust?

His lips twitched into a smirk, "Were you under the impression you could hide from me that easily, my dear Darcy?"

He could feel the heat radiating off her body, with only the few sparse inches left between them. Her head tilted up to look at him more directly and, oh, how he loved the slight thrill, the feeling of power, when he noted how small she was next to him. Even in those strange, high shoes the Midgardian women seemed so fond of.

She shook her head slightly and parted her lips to speak, no doubt to deny the fact that she had, rather pathetically, been trying to avoid him that evening.

He tsk-ed and brought a hand up to rest on the back of her neck, silencing her while tilting her head back even more, allowing him to look nearly straight down at her.

"Now, now. Remember to whom it is you're speaking, darling. 'God of Lies' isn't a moniker handed out with little aplomb."

She blinked slowly, involuntarily running her tongue over her lips.

"I-I… wasn't hiding, per se."

Loki cocked his head slightly, "Oh," he whispered, "what would you call it, then?"

Her eyes drifted to the floor and her shoulders slumped, mind running in circles trying to produce a witty comeback like she so often had but it failed to find purchase. She opened and closed her mouth once, twice, until finally pursing her lips back together in defeat. Her eyes turned back up to him then, defiant.

He stepped forward; closing the last few inches left between them and pressed her harder against the wall, his leg sliding in between the ones she had parted in an attempt to show strength.

"Speechless, are you?" he clucked his tongue, "No matter, it was not my intent to trade words with you tonight." His own words brushed across her face, his cool breath making her face flush with heat.

Darcy's heart was in her throat and her breathing, though quick, was even… and yet she still felt as if she couldn't get enough air, that she would possibly never get enough air again if he continued to look at her that way.

The hand behind her neck traveled to her face, fingers tracing her cheekbone lightly. They slowly made their way down the side of her bare neck, to her collarbone, blazing a trail of heat in their wake. His other hand gripped her hip tightly and she swallowed, nervously.

His fingers continued to travel lower, playing with the V made by the material of her dress, slipping just under the silk. Goosebumps rose everywhere he made contact.

Loki's eyes searched hers, as if looking for an answer to an unasked question. He moved his hand back up to her face, cupping her cheek gently and, though she spoke no words, he had seemingly found her reply.

And finally, finally… he closed the distance between them, his lips soft against hers.