A/N: Soooo due to some reviews and the need to write, I decided to add another small chapter to this. XD

Darcy adjusts the strapless bra, for the fifth time, that is beginning to slip under her dress. She'll admit the bridesmaid's dress looks hella good on her, it's just not her style. Of course, it is Jane's wedding so she isn't allowed to whine.

"Just two more hours." She mumbles to herself, feet screaming from the insane heels they are trapped in.

"And then you are all mine." A voice tickles her ear, hands wrapping around her waist.

She turns around, smiling, and wraps her arms around Loki's neck, "Hi'a, Tricks." Her lips find his for a brief moment. "What's say you and I take off, hmm? Ditch this pony show and go have some real fun."

"As tempting as that sounds, my love, we owe it to my brother and your best friend to see this through." He brushes his nose against her and takes her hands from his neck, interlocking them with his.

"I hate when you're right." She lets him lead her back to the midst of the dance floor.

"You'd think you'd have gotten used to it by now."

"You're funny." She says sarcastically, laying her arms on his shoulders, fingers clasped behind his neck, as they sway to the music.

"And that's why you love me." He kisses her forehead.

"Nah, I'm only in it for your hot bod." She mumbles, resting her head on his chest, taking in his intoxicating sent. She couldn't have imagined things turning out the way they have, that night a little over a year ago when they first met. Now she couldn't imagine things any different. It's perfect. He's perfect. She leans back to tell him so when she notices that they've stopped moving and he's got this shy smile. "Loki?" She jumps when someone taps her shoulder. She disentangles from him to find Jane standing behind her, holding out her bouquet.

"I know it's tradition to throw this but since I already know…" she trails off with a big smile.

Darcy, in a state of confusion and awe, takes the flowers turning back around to question her boyfriend, "Loki, what's-oh my god!" she drops the bouquet, her hands flying to her mouth as she takes a step backwards. Loki is on one knee, holding out a little black box. He reaches out for one of her hands, which she gives him, tears beginning to well in her eyes.

"Darcy Lewis, my beautiful darling, I knew I was a goner the moment I laid eyes on you that night in the restaurant. From then on, you have filled my life with light and happiness, love and hope. You are my Taser, my beautiful, electrifying wonder. I want you by my side forever, if you'll have me. Will you marry me?"

Darcy drops to her knees, nodding her head vigorously, "Yes, oh my god, yes." She envelops him in a hug, kissing his neck then his check then his lips. "I love you so much."

With tears threatening to slips down his cheeks, he pulls her to her feet. "I love you too." He slips the ring onto her finger. He just now registers everyone around them cheering. Thor strides over, pulling him into a hug. Jane embraces Darcy, tears flowing freely.

"Congrats, Darc." She says, voice hiccupy.

"I don't believe this is happening." She mumbles, smile feeling as though it's going to break her cheeks.

Someone clears their throat and the women let go of each other. "I think I'd like my fiancé back." Loki holds out his hand and Darcy takes it, kissing his knuckles.

"I do enjoy how that sounds."

He leans down to whisper into her ear, "What's say you and I take off, hmm?"

"I say yes please."