"All right, that’s it," Stark had said one day, walking in on Darcy and Loki cuddling on the couch in the Stark Tower living room for the uptenth time, "I’m getting you two lovebird out of the house. All this schmoopy domestic PDA going on is sending me to an early grave."
And get them out of the house he did. Tony planned an entire weekend getaway for the pair of lovesick Avengers, far away from New York City where he wouldn’t have to bear witness to one more eskimo kiss or tickle fight.
Darcy and Loki didn’t mind one bit - ever since they started dating, they couldn’t seem to get enough of one another…always holding hands, stealing kisses, constantly touching one another. So they were excited to spend their first weekend vacation in a cabin in the mountains together: boating on the lake, swimming, fishing, and hiking.
Darcy dropped her bags at the door of the cabin, surprised by its small size. Knowing Stark, she had expected it to be a massive, sprawling estate complete with the latest technology. Instead it was a cozy, intimate abode, with a single bedroom, living room, and kitchen - everything stocked with amenities. She smiled brightly. It was perfect.
Perfect - at least until a giant crack of thunder boomed across the landscape no more than five minutes after their arrival, and the first splatter of rain plunked down on the ceiling.
Darcy turned to face Loki, a look of disbelief on her face, “Think you could tell your brother to lay off the storms? I was this close to suggesting we go skinny dipping in the lake”
"As tempting as that offer sounds," Loki mused, looking outside the window, "I think this storm may be out of his control, darling. We’ll just have to wait it out."
As if on cue, a torrential downpour rained down upon the roof, the sky turning a somber gray as lightning cracked across the sky. Darcy sighed, pulling up a cushy chair to the window and gazing out to the scenic lake and valley below them. When the power cut out twenty minutes later, she shrieked in fright.
Loki looked up from his book on the couch, no longer able to read. That’s when an idea struck him.
"Darcy, why don’t you go downstairs and check on the circuit breaker," He suggested, "I’ll try and find flashlights up here."
Darcy looked wary, but agreed nonetheless. After a few minutes of hopelessly flipping switches to no avail, she climbed the stairs back into the living room, “No luck, babe. All the fuses are - “
She stopped in her tracks at the foot of the stairs, her jaw dropping slightly at the sight before her. Loki had transformed the living room into a cozy blanket fort full of the cushiest pillows she had ever seen. Dozens of candles emitted a soft glow all around them, and Loki stood proudly by the entrance to the fort.
"I thought you might like it," He said softly, lighting another candle with the magic from the flick of his wrist.
"Like it?" Darcy said, walking around the fort in awe, "I love it.”
They spend the rest of the night cuddling inside the blanket fort, playing card games and board games and laughing with each other. When the storm finally ended that night, neither of them noticed.
Loki is leaned back against the blanket wall of the fort, and Darcy is sprawled out on top of him, laying lazily on his chest. They’ve been cuddling like that for the last hour. Loki has drawn lazy circles in the palm of Darcy’s hand with his own fingers, and she struggled to keep her eyes open in his comforting embrace. She sighed heavily into his chest, breathing in his intoxicating scent of musky pine and leather. Loki wrapped both arms around her waist and back, slowly trailing his fingers down her spine.
Before finally drifting off to sleep, Darcy looked up at him, her eyes heavy as she kissed him softly on the mouth. She felt his skin grow slightly colder under her touch, and when she looked up at him, he had turned into his Jotun self. She shivered slightly at the sensation.
"I’m sorry, my love," He apologized softly, his voice no louder than a whisper, "Is it too cold?"
"No," Darcy responded, kissing him again with more conviction, earning a approving moan in response as she parted his lips with her own. She pulled back slightly and whispered against his lips, "I love it when you’re Jotun. It means you’re totally, fully, and completely comfortable. It’s perfect."
The rest of the weekend was spent entirely inside the blanket fort, and it was the best vacation either one of them had ever had.