vexing-obsidian:

”Oh, do coooome on, Darcy.” Loki encouraged, turning away from the intoxicated fools to focus on the brunette, a breathless chuckle rising from his throat. “What could SHEILD do what hasn’t already been done? Are they going to lock you up in a cell and interrogate you until they can sate their need for pointless information?” It was then he groaned, rubbing his eyes. “My Gods that was a long sentence…By the way, your lips taste of peppermint.”

‘ oh god, you’re a stupid drunk…’ darcy muttered to herself, deliberately making it loud enough for him to just hear. ‘ and don’t say my name like that. it’s weird. it’s like you’ve had too much liquid encouragement and you’re not even waiting till someone invites you to have sex, you’re just crackin’ out the bed voice now. ‘ 

she sighed, arms crossing over her chest  and an eyebrow quicking up at him. ‘ yeah, and your’s taste like vodka, crumpets and other english things. now, c’mon, let’s go, mischief. ‘ 

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