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Grumbling and grousing, Loki pulled the smoking, charred blob from the oven.
It was the fourth smoking, charred blob he’d pulled from the oven that afternoon.
The oven
must
be faulty.
He eyed all four of the confectionary disasters lying about on the countertop, looking very much like some sort of sugary, fiery warzone,
and decided that
yes.
Yes, the oven would have to go. It had ruined the last of the heart shaped cakes he was baking for Darcy.
The very last.
The front door opened and Darcy entered, hanging her bag on the hook by the door.
The oven would have to go later.
Because now, he had to explain the burnt smell in the air and all the ruined cakes.
“Hello, darling…” he walked hurriedly across the room and held out his arms.
“Hey.
What’s all of that? Did you try to bake?” She looked up into his eyes and Loki steeled them. His glorious little vixen wasn’t getting anything from him. He would lock up his emotions, and–
“You baked for
me?” she squealed.
He laughed nervously.
"I did no such thing.“
"You did.
You
tried to bake me a cake and you’re terrible at baking!”
Sniffing, he crossed his arms across his chest.
"You’re
insulting me.“
"No.
I’m loving you.” Darcy wrapped her arms around his shoulders, clasping them behind his neck to tug him down for a kiss.
"You’re amazing.“
"I’d be more amazing if I’d succeeded.
Sweets for my sweetheart… it’s nauseating, but there I was, attempting it all the same.”
Darcy smiled up at him, rubbing her nose against his before pecking his lips and releasing him.
She turned, grabbing two of the ruined burnt blobs and tossing them all in a trash bag.
"Come on.“
"Where are we going?”
“To buy new cake pans and do this thing right.”
“Or we could purchase one from a pastry shop…”
“Or, we could buy new cake pans and do this thing right…” Darcy repeated, pointedly.
“Ah yes.
Sounds lovely,” Loki replied with a smirk.