Loki's heart was beating very fast, he worried that, if it kept doing that, his chest would explode. The battle of New York was almost over, and he feared that he would lose to his scumbag brother, and his lousy friends. A couple of weeks ago, Loki would have given anything to win, he would even had died for the course, but that was weeks ago. Everything changed when he came to earth, when he had met her. In the beginning he had just followed her around, trying to get some information about Thor from her. When she had found out that he was following her, she had tried to make conversation with him. She had become his way of keeping himself entertained while stuck on earth, but new feelings, strange and unfamiliar feelings had begun to take over his mind. Loki had never been in love before, and he hated himself for being the victim of this foul decease. He hated himself even more for letting those kinds of feelings take over his heart for a mortal, but he loved her, and that was something he couldn't deny even if he tried to. After Loki had met this girl, he did not want world domination anymore, but he had kept to his plan anyway, and only for one reason. If there was one thing Loki was, it was proud; if he hadn't stuck to his plan, if he had simply gone home, or given in every time Thor had pleaded him to, he would have lost his head. He would have been a failure, and that was even worse than any punishment the Avengers could give him. He now knew that this was a battle he could not win, and it made him sad. He needed to apologize to his beloved mortal, he needed to tell her how he felt, and he needed to tell her goodbye. If he got captured now, they would never let him do all of those things, so even though he was wounded, he teleported to New Mexico without any hesitations.

As he was teleporting, his wounds opened up even more, and got larger with any second he spend in transportation. When he arrived, he passed out; bleeding all over her floor. Just before he passed out he saw her horrified face, looking at him in shock. As she ran to his aid, he managed to speak one word before passing out.

"Darcy"

"And I was was having such a good day" Darcy said sarcastically to herself as she angrily turned off her TV, and threw the remote in to the wall, causing it to break in to smaller pieces. It was an understatement to say that she was pissed off. Anyone would be angry if she saw her boyfriend on TV killing people. Unless of course if her boyfriend was an actor. then you probably would be proud, but that wasn't the case with Darcy. Her boyfriend wasn't acting, and it was real people he was killing. She wasn't really surprised, and she hadn't turned off the TV because of the murder. She was mostly pissed off, because she knew what he was doing, and she was angry with him, but she couldn't help but think that Loki looked hot wearing that helmet. She was angry because she had allowed herself to fall in love with him, and she was angry because she was still in love with him. No matter what he did, she would still be in love with him, and that pissed her off. She knew that he didn't feel the same way about her, and she knew that he never would. Sure he maybe had a small "crush" on her, but he would never be head over heels, I'm prepared to die if we can't be together, in love with her, the way that she was with him. Her train of thought was broken by a large CRASH.

Loki was lying on her floor, blood escaping several wounds. He looked at her with apologetic eyes, as he was fighting with himself to keep being awake. Just before he closed his eyes, he managed to look at her, and say one single word.

"Darcy"

Loki woke up in Darcy's bed. Her almost intoxicating scent still lingered on the pillow he was resting his head on. He noticed that his wounds had been cleaned, and he was no longer wearing his armor. He searched around the room for his armor, but gave up soon after. His eyes had met something much more interesting than armor. He starred in to her ocean blue eyes, and she starred back. Blue met green, mortal met immortal, good met bad. As long as he looked in to those eyes, his life would be complete. He couldn't tell if she felt the same way, all he could see was worry glazed with anger. She was sitting on a chair by his bedside, clearly worried about his wellbeing.

"Thank you" Loki said, knowing that it probably wasn't the two words Darcy really wanted to hear, but he was getting there; Darcy would get his most sincere apology, even if it killed him.

"How are you feeling?" Darcy replied with a worried voice. Loki knew that he had to choose his words carefully; Darcy was angry, and she had every right to be. He realized that he had a lot of nerve showing up here, but he wanted no… he needed her forgiveness.

"Darcy, we really need to talk" He answered her, not wanting to let her know that he felt like a tree going through a wood chipper; not as much physically as mentally.

"I know" She said angrily.

"I came here to apologize to you; I realize now that I shouldn't have done what I did." This was hard for him, but he needed to apologize.

"You didn't want to seem like a failure right?" Darcy asked him, looking at him with understanding eyes.

"Ho... how did you know that?"

"I might not know you as much as I'd like to, but I do know you a lot" Darcy's words surprised him; she actually wanted to know him, she actually knew a lot about him. This woman kept finding new ways to warm his heart.

"I never wanted to hurt you Darcy"

"Does it matter? I am just a mortal after all, I am very easy to replace" Those words actually hurt Loki.

"Is that how I have made you feel? Like you are merely just a replaceable toy to me?" Loki's heart ached; if that was how he had made her feel by doing this, it suddenly didn't seem to be worth it. She didn't answer; she just turned to look at the window. When she didn't answer for a while, he continued.

"This is not the way I feel about you Darcy" Loki noticed a single tear falling from her eye.

"I have never felt the same way for any person as the way I feel about you, Darcy Lewis"

"You are my moon, my stars, and my sun" Loki realized that he sounded very lame in the eyes of human when he said this, but this was the prober Asgardian way, and he wanted her to know how he really felt.

"You are the ground that I walk on and the air that I breathe" He noticed that Darcy's eyes, again was locked on to his. Her expression now mixed with confusion, anger, love, and more confusion. "You are the only reason that I have to live for" Her eyes widened with shock, as she kept staring at him, and he kept talking.

"I am deeply, madly, ridiculously in love with you Darcy, and I am deeply sorry for what I have done to your people. There is no rational excuse for what I did, and I understand if you were to hate and despise me forever. The reason I came here was to tell you the truth, and this is the truth; even if you hate me, I will always love yo…" Loki knew that he was rambling, he had never been this nervous, and he dreaded her response, so he kept talking; until she had cut him off. He had been cut off by her lips; they were pressed against his in a passionate kiss. His heart skipped a beat before beating so fast that he was sure it would cause his chest to explode. He never felt more happy, as he was sitting there, returning her kiss. He felt his heart scream when they finally broke apart, he still dreaded her answer to his declaration of love, and why shouldn't he?

"I love you too" she said with a voice that both sounded overly happy and sad at the same time.

"The New York incident won't change that" He was surprised to hear that, but he didn't say anything.

"But the consequences might" Realization hit him hard; of course he would have to face some kind of consequence for his actions, most likely on Asgard.

"Would you wait for me?" He suddenly asked her, looking at her with loving eyes.

"What?"

"If I got a sentence that kept me from you, would you wait for me?" He knew it was a lot to ask her about, but he needed to know.

"Of course" She replied with a sad smile.

"What if I never were to come back?" He was really squeezing the lemon, and he knew it.

"I will always wait for you Loki, there will never be any other than you" She answered, and she meant it.

"Would you wait for me?" She asked him hesitantly in return.

"There won't be a second in my existence where you won't be the only one for me, I am truly yours for infinity" He answered with no hesitation what so ever.

With a snap of his fingers, he was fully dressed in his battle armor again. He had transported both of them to her living room, and there they stood, hand in hand, looking deep in to each other's eyes. It was truly a bitter sweet moment; they had both confessed that their love for each other was truly more than just a crush, and in this beautiful moment, they were forced to leave each other. Loki felt like he could stand there forever; he could just look at those beautiful blue eyes for all of eternity, but he had to leave, and he had to leave now.

"I have to leave" he said, with a sad voice.

"I know you do" She answered with tears in her eyes.

"I will do anything that is in my power to see you again, but I fear that the penalty for my actions won't allow me" Even the mighty Loki had tears in his eyes as he said those words.

"I will wait for you" she simply answered him, as she forced herself to smile a sad, but reassuring smile.

"And I for you" With those words, he pulled her in for a long and tender kiss. He knew that this kiss might be their last, but he did not fear; as long as he had those lips against his, all of his worries were not present, but when they finally broke apart, his worries came back again.

"Goodbye Darcy Lewis, never forget me, and remember to wait"

"I promise that I will wait for you" she told him; those were the last words he heard before transporting again. A flash of light surrounded him, and he found himself standing in Stark tower once again.

Darcy found herself alone once again; a silence filled the living room as tears fell from her eyes. She turned on her TV again, and walked to her bathroom to continue what she had been doing before Loki interrupted her. She picked up a small item and returned to look at the TV; all of the Avengers had already beaten up, and surrounded Loki; every single one of their weapons pointing at him. She knew Loki could handle it though.

"I will wait for you" She said to the TV, as she saw the Avengers hand, and mouth cuff Loki. She took turns from looking at the item in her hand, and looking at the TV.

"Forever" she added, as she smiled, turned off the TV, and placed the pregnancy test on a nearby table. She then went to bed with the result of the test echoing in her mind.

"Positive"

Authors note: So this was my Loki/Darcy one-shot. I apologize to those who think its lame. This is the first love story I have ever written; plus the fact that as I am typing this, I am sick. This was just a project to keep me occupied while I'm sick. So anyway, I'm kind of thinking of making this one-shot in to a two-shot. It would contain Loki finding out that he is a father (DUNN DUNN DUNNNN!) So remember to review and have a nice day