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“Okay, this might sound weird, but I need you to be my girlfriend for the next approximately forty-seven minutes until it’s socially acceptable for me to go.”
Darcy did choke on her cocktail a bit, but to be fair, it wasn’t any day you got approached by a guy that asked you to be his girlfriend.
“Excuse me?” Darcy asks, blinking and follows the guys glance towards who does look… sketchy. And older than them both combined. With blue eyeliner. Who was looking at them curiously. Hu.
“Please?”
The guy did had puppy eyes on him.
“What’s in for me?”
“You get your friend off your back that has been trying to introduce you to two guys alone this evening, probably a lot more in the last six months and I buy you dinner, no matter the price tag.”
Darcy’s eyebrows rose and she shrugged, smiling at the guy in what she hoped looked completely natural while the guy looked so relieved while blue eyeliner looked annoyed.
“Sure. But I warn you, I might pick something really fancy. Or, well, the most shittiest dinner in the city, but they serve awesome tacos.”
And that’s how Darcy Lewis met Loki Laufeyson.
~*~*~
It did, indeed, not get Jane off her back, but Darcy didn’t care when she stood in front of a very expensive looking restaurant and Loki looked almost nervous to go into it.
The food was great though and after some minutes, Loki was nice company. Explaining that he might hadn’t made the smartest decisions with an ex back then and was stupid enough to always go back when being asked and Darcy couldn’t hold back if the guy had always been fond of blue eyeliner, making Loki laugh and then agree.
They had fun. Darcy told Loki about some of her studies while Loki seemed to know enough about politics to entertain her and to have enough views on his own to not be boring.
At least until someone seemed to approach their table and Loki managed to get even paler.
“No matter what you want, but let’s pretend for a bit further.”
“What?”
“Loki!”
The guy appearing next to them was just as huge as his smile, wearing clothes that indicated that he was the chef or working the kitchen and Darcy maybe gawked a bit.
That’s how Darcy learned that Loki came from a rich family, mostly chefs, and that his brother apparently owned one of the fanciest restaurants in the city. And that Loki had assumed that Thor was off on Fridays.
Thor, on the other hand, was more than delighted to meet Darcy, proclaiming way louder than someone in such a fine environment should, that he was really happy to meet Loki’s girlfriend when Loki stammered out the lie.
’How is that your brother?’ Darcy mouthed while Thor was basically skipping away and Loki shrugged.
’Adopted.’
~*~*~
“I need a favor and it contains you pretending to my Dad that you’re my boyfriend. Or better yet, fiance. Okay, not my Dad, my Dad doesn’t really care, but my grandmother does and also most of the family and they are a bigger pain in the ass than you are, so, you have anything to do on Saturday?”
Darcy wasn’t proud of herself asking Loki to return the favor a few months later, the two of them on and off texting or meeting. But she was desperate and she really couldn’t sit through another family meeting with getting asked when she will pop out babies.
Loki did agree though, so they bothered him and were excited about him and Darcy had time to catch up with her Dad, which was nice.
The exhausted man falling next to her, glaring daggers at her, did seemingly not agree though.
“Three months of Starbucks, Miss Lewis, and you will convince my parents with a fake fight that we are breaking up.”
Ouch. But, well, at least she had her quiet now.
~*~*~
The music was quiet and people were talking or dancing or laughing or whatever. Darcy wasn’t really caring. She was tired, her feet hurt and she was stuffed with cake.
She also had flowers that Jane had thrown at her with purpose, Darcy just knew it. Nothing else would justify why they had hit her in the head.
“Why won’t they stop dancing?”
Darcy looks up from her cake at Loki, who’s watching Thor and Jane dancing. They had hit off like wildfire when they met at that family gathering Loki had brought her to and had been married eight months later.
Loki and her, they had forgotten to stage that fight. It had been too funny to watch Thor and Jane go having heart eyes over the other.
They missed the opportunity a few more times until they both didn’t even pretend anymore that they wanted to stage that fight.
“Because they’re in love” Darcy answers, eating another bite of her cake while Loki makes a questionable sound.
“Disgusting.”
There is a small smile on his face before nodding towards the flowers.
“Well, Miss Lewis, any plans with that?”
“Na, I am sure Jane wanted to kill me with them.”
Loki hums and then puts something next to her, the mischief in his eyes and Darcy can only stare at the small jewelry box.
“Might sound weird, but would you maybe pretend to be my wife for the next approximately forty-seven years?” Loki asked while Darcy opened the small box. The ring had a small green stone and otherwise glinted silver, everything that Loki was. Except that it was modest.
She laughs, taking it out and puts it on, not surprised that it fitted perfectly.
“Well, what’s in for me?” Darcy asked with a grin, fully aware that Loki would go with her to the expensive restaurant just as much as he would fit into the shitty bar with the best tacos in the city while they both pretended that they were good at just pretending.