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Title: Family
Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe, post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Pairings: Darcy/Loki, Jane/Thor
Rating: T
Synopsis: When an assassination attempt outs Loki as Odin's usurper, the Allfather decides not to waste his time harboring a wanted fugitive and simply banishes his rebellious Jotun son from Asgard. And Darcy Lewis just wanted breakfast, not for the psychopath who tried to take over Earth to come seeking refuge at the last place imaginable. Post-CA: TWS. Tasertricks! :D

Chapter 19

To Loki’s greatest annoyance, it only took Thor four large strides to catch back up with him.

“You love her,” the God of Violating Other People’s Privacy repeated incredulously.

“I know not of what you speak,” Loki gritted out through his teeth. Futility at its finest.

“Do not play dumb with me, Brother,” Thor snapped, though there was no true anger in his voice. “I have seen the way that you look at her.”

Loki sighed. He knew his brother far too well to think that there was any use in arguing with him further. “My, my, Brother,” he said instead. “Is this your famed woman’s intuition coming through? I do remember Mother having it something awful, and you two are just alike.” Although his tone was mocking, the reality was that he was jealous beyond measure of Thor’s having inherited so much of Frigga. Inherited by blood no less, a privilege that Loki had never known.

“Do not change the subject, Loki,” Thor growled, unabashed by the trickster’s poor attempt at insulting him. “Do you have interest in Darcy or not?”

Loki let out a single, pained chuckle. “No, Thor, I do not have ‘interest’ in Darcy . . .”

Thor opened his great maw confrontationally.

“. . . because that would put it far too lightly.”

Oh, Thor. What a crude way to simplify the maelstrom raging inside Loki’s damaged heart. Did he have “interest” in Darcy Lewis? As if mere “interest” could ever come close to his true feelings for that ridiculous mortal girl. No, Loki thought not. Loki, who wished nothing more than to be at the girl’s side always. Loki, who wanted to devote every moment of his existence to simply making her smile. Loki, who retired to bed every night with no other desire than to carry her to bed with him, to fuck her slowly and thoroughly, and to taste her pleasure on his tongue as she screamed out his name into the night.

“So, I was right?” Thor whispered, his eyes wide. “You do love her?”

Thor really was an inconsiderate, meddling, annoying oaf, and Loki was not looking forward to the lecture that would surely come. Nevertheless, he exhaled heavily through the nose, before grinding out a barely audible, “Yes.”

It had been almost four months since he had finally come to accept this very real, albeit inconvenient, fact, after having spent so much time stubbornly, and foolishly, denying it to himself. And it had caused him turmoil to rival any in his life. It had not only been the realization that he was in love with Darcy that had shaken him to the very core of his being, which it had indeed done, but also the realization that he could, very simply, still love at all. After so many years of playing the villain, of pretending that this emotion had been lost to him forever, it had turned his world upside down to realize that it had only been lying dormant inside him, waiting to be reawakened. And suddenly, it had not only been his love for Darcy that he had had to come to terms with, but also his love for Frigga. And finally admitting to himself that he had loved her as any child loved its mother had been almost as painful as losing her all over again. He had grieved her a second time, but his emotional mayhem had not stopped there. Much to his displeasure, he had also had to admit that his animosity toward Thor had similarly been overplayed, and that he still harbored some brotherly affection for the oaf, however slight. Indeed, the only member of his adoptive family that he felt sure he would never feel love for again was Odin, not that he expected anything more of the Allfather in return.

“Oh, Brother!” Thor whispered loudly, his face lighting up. “Then you are the luckiest Frost Giant on this planet, because I have also seen the way that she looks at you, and I am certain that your feelings are not unrequited!”

Loki had to actually come to a full stop and stare at Thor incredulously for a moment. He had been fully expecting a lecture on why he and Darcy could never function romantically, and even threats to keep away from the girl. Somehow, what he had just ended up getting in reality was so, so much worse.

“You think that I do not know that?” he growled, resuming his walking in pursuit of the women. Darcy and Jane had now gotten so far ahead of him and Thor, he felt certain that this conversation would not be overheard.

And yes, he was well aware of Darcy’s unfortunate attraction to him. He had begun suspecting it since shortly after the incident in the alley—a defining night for the both of them, it seemed—but he could not be certain of it until he had subjected Darcy to a simple test—an almost-kiss in the summer heat. She had been aching to give herself to him in that moment, and that had been when his worst fear had been realized.

“Then I do not understand,” Thor muttered quietly, his brow furrowed in confusion. “If you know that she desires you, why have you not yet acted on your mutual affinity?”

“You are an idiot,” Loki said tiredly. “I know that I say this often, but this time, I really mean it.”

“And one of these days, I will punch you in the face for it,” Thor said cheerfully. “But today, I will settle for a mere explanation as to what makes me an idiot this time around.”

Loki sighed. Thor’s attempt at humor had done nothing to ease his impatience with the thunder god. “My dear, dear brother, do you not remember the circumstances under which I arrived on this planet?”

“Of course I do. Father banished you for impersonating him and usurping the throne.”

“Correct. And do you remember what caused my most clever ruse to be so inconveniently uncovered?”

“You were attacked. By a bounty hunter, was it not?”

“Mhm. And why was said bounty hunter after me?”

“Because Thanos put a price on your head.”

Loki clapped Thor on the shoulder. “Good job, Brother. Turns out you are not as braindead as I thought you were. But now riddle me this: Why in the Nine Realms would I, a fugitive wanted by the most dangerous being in the galaxy, act upon my feelings for Darcy, the woman whom I love and whom I would never want to see come to harm, when romantic involvement with me would put her in danger of being used as bait, or as leverage? Put her in further danger, that is,” the trickster added bitterly.

He hated himself. He hated himself for having grown so close with Darcy over the past six months that he could now honestly and with no pretense call her his best friend. He hated himself for subjecting her to the danger that he knew their closeness was putting her in. He hated himself for being too weak to push her away. And he had tried to push her away. The night that it had happened, the night that he had finally known, he had run after her down the lamplit street, panicked and disoriented, but even then there had been no doubt in his mind that he would have to find a way to make her despise him. And how lucky for him that the opportunity to do just that would be granted to him mere minutes later. Yes, he had hoped that making her believe he had abandoned her in that alley alone with that man would mean the end of their friendship. He had hoped that she would never speak to him again. He had felt sickened with himself for frightening her like that, for hurting her like that, but the knowledge that he was doing it for her own safety had allowed him to follow through with his dark act without faltering.

But Darcy had yet again defied his expectations, although in retrospect, he knew that he should have never expected anything less of her. Rather than cut him out as he had wanted her to, she had elected to be the bigger person and to attempt to fix what he had purposefully broken. And as she had stood in his quarters, explaining herself to him even when she knew she had done nothing wrong, unknowingly fueling the guilt that had been eating him alive, he knew for a fact that he would never be able to hurt her again.

But he could not bear to distance himself from her either. He was too weak to fight that invisible force that drew him to her like a cave moth to a burning candle. But the trouble with moths and candles was that candles were often used to lure moths, and trap them, and worse still, once they had served their purpose, the candles’ flames were normally snuffed out . . . .

No, there was no denying the fact that Loki Odinson was no longer capable of being anything less than friends with Darcy Lewis, but he at least still possessed enough self-restraint to prevent their relationship from evolving into anything more.

“That is the poorest excuse you could have given me for not being with her, Brother,” Thor said, shaking his head slightly. “Believe me, for I speak from personal experience.”

Either this was opposite day, Loki thought, or Thor had truly gone off his rocker, because for the second time that day, the thunder god had said the exact opposite of what the God of Mischief had expected him to say.

“‘Personal experience’, Thor?” Loki asked his brother incredulously. “You do not have personal experience with Thanos. You have no idea what he is capable—”

“How long has it been since we finished calibrating S.E.E.R. to track the Aether?” Thor interrupted suddenly. “Two months? And what of the Tesseract? Over five months now? And how long has it been since Thanos was truly a threat to you? Oh, yes, that is right: six months. Six months and no sign of Thanos, the Infinity Stones, or any more bounty hunters. Has it therefore not occurred to you that this Thanos might be long dead?”

Loki sighed. His brother’s daftness was reaching new limits. “Had Thanos died, Brother, your father would have sent a messenger to inform you.”

“Unless he is not aware of his death. Not even the Allfather can know everything.”

“That does not change the fact that Thanos is more than likely still alive and well.”

“How long then?”

“How long what?”

“How long will you wait until you will allow yourself to be with her?”

“Until I have definite proof that Thanos is either dead or well and truly defeated.” Come on, Thor. Your questions are just getting more and more idiotic.

“And what if you never receive this proof? What if Thanos dies in some gods-forsaken corner of the galaxy and no one is there to witness it?”

“Then Darcy will simply have to find a different object for her affections.”

“As I am sure that she can,” Thor said, sighing. “But now the question is, what will become of you if she does?”

“What are you talking about?” Loki snapped.

Thor was looking at Loki almost apologetically now. “Have you not realized what is happening, Brother?” he asked gently. “The S.E.E.R. project is finished. Erik is teaching again, so he already practically has one foot out the door . . . . You are helping Jane complete her Convergence research, which is most gracious of you, but how much longer do you think that will take? Five months? Six at the greatest? And then what? Tony says the publishing of Jane’s research will make her the most sought-after astrophysicist in this world, so there is no telling where her next job will take her . . . .”

“So, what you are saying is that I have, at most, six months left to live under the same roof as Jane, Darcy, Erik, and you, after which it’s ‘good riddance, Loki’?” the mischief god asked tersely.

“It is not as if we will force you out. But . . . .” Thor trailed off, rubbing his beard restlessly. He looked most uncomfortable. “All right, I will be the first to admit that when Jane and I agreed to harbor you, we did not think the implications of doing so . . . quite through to the end. As in, we never actually discussed what would happen to you once it no longer became possible for us to remain in London. I think that the both of us wordlessly assumed that Thanos would have attacked Midgard by now, and that your active involvement in his defeat would have exonerated you both in the eyes of the Allfather and the Avengers. But Thanos has not attacked, and with every passing day, his doing so is becoming less and less likely. But our lives cannot be put on hold because of that! Jane will find another job, and she and I will have no other choice but to relocate. And I honestly do not know whether it will be possible for us to keep concealing you from the world once we do! Erik’s mind is well enough now for him to support himself on his own again, thank the gods, so he will remain teaching in London, but I know for a fact that he will not want you living with him, either. So what will become of you and Darcy is a question that I simply do not have the answer to, and for that, I am truly sorry.”

“Darcy?” Loki asked immediately. “What of Darcy? She will go with Jane, will she not?” Prior to this outburst, he had listened to Thor without interruption, reluctantly understanding and accepting all of his brother’s words. But how Darcy pictured into Loki’s future problems, the God of Lies did not understand.

“Darcy would follow Jane to the edge of this world, and beyond,” Thor said, smiling sadly. “The true question is, is that what she wants?”

“Of course that is what she wants,” Loki said irritably. “She has been following Jane for years, has she not?”

“She has,” Thor said.

“So what are you on about?”

“Have you not wondered why she has stayed with Jane all this time? When she has no intellectual interest in astrophysics?”

“Not particularly,” Loki answered truthfully.

“Well, I had,” Thor said. “For a while. But I simply could not place it. But eventually, I came to make a realization: In the entire time that I had known Darcy, I had never once seen her make contact with her family. Not even on her birthday. Of course, I asked Jane about it, and she revealed to me that Darcy’s parents are alive, but that Darcy had not spoken with them since before she had started college.”

Thor paused, seemingly to allow the gravity of what he had just said to weigh in on Loki, and with a great twinge of guilt, Loki was forced to remember that he was only person in whom Darcy had chosen to confide her twisted family history.

“I do not know what happened between her and her parents, but I do believe that before meeting Jane, Darcy was alone for a long, long time,” Thor continued. “Not physically, but . . . in her soul. And I also believe that being alone again is what she is most afraid of, and that that is the reason why she has stayed with Jane for so long.”

Loki remained silent. He knew for a fact that Thor was right about the first part, and he suspected that he was right about the second part too.

“Jane is the sister of her soul,” Thor went on, “but she is not the only family she has, is she? Not anymore. And I am confident that if only you were to let her into your heart, she would choose to go with you over Jane and me.”

“By the Allfather, Thor, are you joking?” Loki demanded incredulously. “What kind of life could she possibly lead with me? You asked me what will become of me once I am alone again, and I think I have an answer for you. I will have to disappear, won’t I? Go underground and hide out in this realm until either Thanos bites it or I do. I will have to fake my identity, acquire money in ways that will be far from legal, become a criminal by Midgardian standards. A life hardly worthy of—” He almost said “the woman I’d make my queen”, but thought better of it. Better not add fuel to Thor’s already raging fire. “Of someone like Darcy,” he finished instead.

“There might be another way,” Thor said.

“There is no other way,” Loki retorted.

“You could turn yourself in to Tony Stark,” Thor replied levelly.

Before Loki could stop himself, he gave out a loud, bark-like laugh. Twenty feet in front of him, Darcy and Jane turned around and stared at him bewilderedly. Thor smiled at them innocently, and incredibly, this was enough to reassure them into continuing walking.

You might have lost your mind, Brother,” Loki muttered at Thor under his breath, “but I can assure you that the same cannot be said for me. What in Helheim could have even made you propose such a thing?”

“I am only trying to gain you absolution,” Thor said genuinely.

Right,” Loki said sarcastically. “Because all I have to do is turn myself in, and Tony and the other costumed idiots will pardon me on the spot.”

“Oh, no, they will surely wish to imprison you for the remainder of your days,” Thor said, raising his eyebrows, his tone forcedly serious in response to Loki’s sarcasm. “But if Jane, Darcy, Erik, and I all vouch for you, I am certain that it would convince them to shorten the sentence a bit.”

“No prison on Earth could hold me,” Loki said dismissively.

“Unless you let it,” Thor said carefully. “Unless you do your time not because you have to, but because you want to. Because you want to show the people of this realm that you truly are trying to do better by them.”

“And for how long would you expect me to willingly rot in a cell?” Loki asked, his voice full of irony.

“Well . . .” Thor began, scratching his head, “. . . taking into account your warning regarding Thanos, your irreplaceable contribution to the development of Project S.E.E.R., and the fact that your behavior has already been relatively excellent for six months, I would like to say that three years would be a reasonable amount of time for Jane, Darcy, Erik, and I to aim for when trying to sway the other Avengers in your favor.”

Loki scoffed. “No sane person would willingly stay in prison for three years.”

“But would it not be worth the freedom?” Thor asked impatiently. “The freedom to go wherever you want, to live with whomever you want, without fear of encountering an Avenger who would still believe you to be the enemy? And if it is the prospect of loneliness that troubles you, I am sure that Darcy would come to visit you—”

No,” Loki snarled suddenly, but then quickly regained his composure. “It is a foolish idea, Brother,” he said a little more calmly. “It simply would not work.”

Thor was looking at him shrewdly. “Are you afraid that she would not wait for you?”

“Of course not,” Loki snapped.

Thor continued studying him closely. “By the Entities, you are afraid that she would.”

Loki gritted his teeth, his lips pressed together tightly, but he did not say anything.

Thor sighed. “Loki,” he said, placing a broad hand on Loki’s back as they walked.

Loki had half a mind to shrug it off, but the contact was, in some strange way, comforting.

“Brother,” Thor continued. “Listen to me, and listen to me closely. When I told you that I was speaking from personal experience, I did not mean experience with Thanos, I meant my experience with Jane. You see, I once found myself in the same boat with Jane as you now find yourself with Darcy. She cared about me, and I cared about her, but instead of being with her, I distanced myself from her. Because I thought that my world as an Avenger and as a prince of Asgard was too dangerous for her.”

“I cannot believe that I am about to say this,” Loki muttered, “but you made a wise decision, Brother.”

“No, I did not,” Thor said gruffly. “In fact, I made an idiotic decision. One of the more idiotic decisions of my life. If it had not taken me so long to realize that one cannot control the universe and especially not the people living in it, Jane and I could have been together for years now. But I thought I knew what was best for Jane better than she knew herself, and unsurprisingly, I was wrong.”

“How is being with you what is best for her?” Loki demanded. “When associating with you puts her in danger? She is a target now for any of your given enemies.”

“Do you think she does not know or accept that?” Thor asked, smiling at Jane’s form fondly. “Being with me is her choice, as it should always have been. I had no right to take it away from her, and I now regret immensely that I did. So do yourself a favor, Brother, and try not to make the same mistake. Darcy is a grown woman; she can decide on her own whether being with you would be worth whatever danger it might put her in. You say you want what is best for her? Then be a man and let the girl think for herself. You will not regret it, trust me.”

With that, Thor clapped Loki once on the back and then left his side, jogging to catch up with Darcy and Jane. Catching sight of her lover, Jane beamed at him and took his hand, interlacing her fingers with his. Darcy looked back at Loki questioningly, and he forced himself to smile at her. Behind her, the great Ferris wheel, the London Eye, was just coming into view.

Thor understood nothing, Loki thought to himself bitterly as he increased his pace so as to catch up with the others before they reached the pier. And how could he? He had no idea what it was like to love and lose somebody and have it be entirely his fault. But Loki knew. For the rest of his life, he would know.

He killed Frigga, but gods help him, he would not kill Darcy too.
Title: Family
Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe, post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Pairings: Darcy/Loki, Jane/Thor
Rating: T
Synopsis: When an assassination attempt outs Loki as Odin's usurper, the Allfather decides not to waste his time harboring a wanted fugitive and simply banishes his rebellious Jotun son from Asgard. And Darcy Lewis just wanted breakfast, not for the psychopath who tried to take over Earth to come seeking refuge at the last place imaginable. Post-CA: TWS. Tasertricks! :D

Chapter 18

Darcy slammed a newspaper down in the middle of the kitchen table, making Thor, Jane, and even Loki jump.

“Guys, you have to see this,” she said, tapping the upward-facing page of the paper urgently with her finger.

Loki looked down at it, expecting to see something of actual newsworthiness, but all that met his eyes was an article on London’s steadily increasing pigeon population.

“What exactly are we supposed to be looking at?” Jane asked, taking the words straight out of Loki’s mouth.

Darcy poked at the small advertisement at the bottom of the page impatiently.

Jane picked up the paper. “‘Think you’ve got the best Hallowe’en costume in town?’” she read aloud. “‘Or do you and your friends believe your costumes are out of this world? Then why not head down to the University of Greenwich this All Hallows’ Eve and put you and your mates’ costumes to the challenge in the ultimate Hallowe’en Costume Competition! Admission fee is £25 per competing unit (units with multiple competitors allowed), and the grand prize is a whopping £500! Don’t miss out on this spook-tacular event organized entirely by University of Greenwich students! Registration starts at 6 p.m., competition begins at 7. All proceeds go to the continuing reconstruction of the Old Royal Naval College.’” Jane lowered the paper and looked at Darcy with infinite patience. “You want us to participate, don’t you?”

“Hell, yeah!” Darcy exclaimed immediately. “May we? Please?

“Darcy. The thirty-first is tomorrow and we have no costumes—”

“Two of us do.”

Jane looked at Darcy perplexedly for a moment, and then suddenly it appeared to dawn on her what Darcy was taking about.

“No. No, no, no, no, no, no, NO. That is a terrible idea, Darcy.”

“I am confused,” Thor said, looking between Jane and Darcy quizzically. “What is Darcy’s terrible idea?”

“I believe Miss Lewis wishes for you and I to wear our Asgardian battle suits to a Midgardian costume competition in celebration of Midgard’s day of the dead,” Loki chose to supply to his befuddled brother.

“My battle suit is not a costume!” Thor said indignantly.

“And yet it comes with a great colorful cape,” Loki pointed out, his voice thick with sarcasm.

Thor raised his eyebrows. “And what about your great colorful cape then?”

“I do not have one,” Loki said curtly.

“If you think I have forgotten about it—” Thor began, smirking slightly.

Anymore,” Loki snapped.

“Well, Boss Lady?” Darcy asked, looking between the two brothers, her eyes bright. “How do you feel about making a surefire five hundred bucks?”

“Not gonna happen,” Jane said immediately.

“Oh, come on, Jane,” Darcy cooed, looking at Jane as if the scientist were a small child spewing endearing nonsense. “There’s no way Loki and Thor will lose if they go dressed as Loki and Thor.”

“Darcy, are you actually being serious right now?” Jane demanded. Clearly, her patience had not only become finite, but had also reached its limit. “I mean, do you want Loki to be recognized and cause a mass panic? And I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not deal with a crowd of Thor fanatics either.”

“Jane, Jane, Jane,” Darcy said, shutting her eyes and shaking her head incredulously. “Always the pessimist. Do you honestly believe that there’s even the slightest chance that someone’s going to think that the real Thor and Loki have shown up at a costume competition dressed as themselves?”

“Yes!” Jane exclaimed desperately. “And I’m sorry, Darce, but that’s just not a chance that I think we should take!”

“Five hundred pounds, Jane,” Darcy said solemnly. “You could put that away towards a new car.”

“I wouldn’t care if we got five thousand pounds just for attending!” Jane cried out. “It’s just too dangerous, Darcy, so no, I don’t approve. And if either of you go with her anyway,”—she wagged her finger threateningly at Loki and Thor—“then don’t bother coming home afterwards!”

Darcy crossed her arms and continued looking at Jane, but did not say anything. Loki could just imagine the gears turning in her head as she tried to come up with a loophole.

“All right, new plan,” Darcy said at length. “You and I go to the competition, dressed as Lady Thor and Lady Loki.”

Jane opened her mouth and closed it again. Her brow furrowed. But then she shook her head. “Darcy, Thor and Loki’s costumes—”

“Battle suits,” grumbled Thor.

“—won’t fit us. They’re too big. We’d look ridiculous.”

“Who said anything about wearing their costumes—”

Battle suits.

“—when we have our very own illusions master at our service?” Darcy turned to Loki now. “What do you say, Jazz Hands? Can you turn Jane and me into Thor and Loki, Princesses of Asgard?”

“I can,” Loki said simply. He could definitely picture himself having some fun with this.

Darcy’s face lit up. “Get up, Jane. Let’s see what he can do.”

“Oh, I don’t know . . . .” Jane said, looking entirely unenthused. “This is unnecessary, really . . . .”

Darcy sighed and started pulling at the back of Jane’s chair. “Just do it, Grumpy Cat.”

Very reluctantly, Jane got up. Darcy took her by the wrist and pulled her away from the table, into the center of the room.

“Okay, Jazz Hands, do your thing!”

With pleasure, Loki thought to himself, fighting back a smirk.

It took him all of a moment to project the image that he had been imagining onto the bodies of the two women, one wary, one excited, but both completely unsuspecting. Then it was just a matter of rendering the women’s real clothes invisible, and the final product was complete.

Darcy and Jane stood in the middle of the kitchen dressed in nothing but a pair of two-piece black-leather bikinis—one plated with gold, the other with steel—and capes of forest green and royal red. Loki figured he would be murdered soon, but getting to see Darcy like this was more than worth it to him.

Both women noticed each other’s outfits before noticing their own. There was a whole lot of pointing and gaping, and then, as one, Darcy and Jane turned to glare accusingly at Loki. Jane caught Thor’s eye and turned beet red, then attempted to draw her holographic cape around herself, which, seeing as the cape was composed of pure light and therefore had no physical value, achieved nothing. Darcy on the other hand showed no shame whatsoever. Instead, she threw her hands to her hips and said, continuing to glower scathingly, “I said Princesses of Asgard, Loki, not prostitutes.”

Her pose and her expression and the use of his name in that tone were enough to send a rush of warmth straight to Loki’s cock. Desperate to keep the warmth from amounting to anything more substantial, Loki hastily returned Darcy and Jane to normal.

Thor, who had been ogling Jane speechlessly since Loki had first cast the illusions, looked disappointed. “I rather liked those,” he said quietly.

Although Loki could not agree more, he had never seriously expected Darcy and Jane to wear the bikinis he had projected for them to the competition. So, deciding that he had embarrassed the two women quite enough for one day, he proceeded to cast the illusions that he figured would be more in line with Darcy and Jane’s expectations.

The outfits he projected were exact replicas of his and Thor’s battle suits—capes and helmets included—with the one exception that they were considerably smaller and more fitted to the women’s bodies. All in all, Loki had to admit that the effect was unprecedentedly entertaining.

Jane!” Darcy squealed, gawking at her friend. “You look badass!”

“Speak for yourself, Darce!” Jane exclaimed, staring at Darcy with likewise awe.

“Mirror. Now,” Darcy said excitedly, then grabbed Jane by the wrist again and pulled her toward the bathing room.

There was much more excited squealing and chattering as Loki watched the two mortals gape and point at themselves in the bathing-room mirror, and when Darcy and Jane returned to the kitchen, they looked positively elated.

This is what I’m talking about!” Darcy cried out, beaming. She then cleared her throat and said, in an extremely poor imitation of Loki’s voice and accent, “I am Loki from Sassgard, and I have come to turn you all into my slaves and followers!”

“I regret this already,” Loki said, though his smile betrayed that he was feeling the exact opposite.

“So, what do you think, Sweetheart?” Jane asked, catching Thor’s eye shyly. “Do I make a good you?”

“You are perfect,” Thor said, looking at Jane with a rather mesmerized expression on his face. “All you are missing is Mjolnir. It is truly unfortunate that you would not be able to wield it even for one night.”

“Hold on,” Darcy said, goggling at Thor as if he had just revealed that he was a fairy princess, before turning to Loki instead. “But couldn’t you make us a holographic Mew-Mew and Poking Stick to go along with our outfits, Jazz Hands? I mean, Thunder Wonder’s right: the Boss Lady and I can’t very well go parading around town dressed as you guys without having your weapons on us as well!”

‘Poking Stick’?” Loki demanded, aghast. “Please tell me it is not my scepter that you are referring to.”

“I dunno, is that the stick you used to poke people with to turn them into your slaves?” Darcy asked.

“In the crudest sense imaginable  . . . .” Loki growled.

“Then yes, that’s exactly what I’m talking about,” Darcy said cheerfully. “So, can you do it? Make Jane and me a Mew-Mew and a Poking Stick?”

Loki sighed. Was he even capable of refusing Darcy anything by this point?

“Fine,” he said. “But it will not work successfully unless I have actual physical objects to anchor the illusions to.”

“What,” Darcy said flatly, but Jane was nodding in understanding.

“I think I know what he means,” she said, before withdrawing to rummage through the kitchen drawers. She returned moments later carrying a potato masher and a spatula. “Will these do?” she asked Loki.

“Yes, I believe so,” Loki said, impressed with the mortal scientist despite himself.

Jane handed a bewildered-looking Darcy the spatula, but held on to the potato masher, gripping the handle tightly with both hands and brandishing it as if she really were about to wallop somebody across the head with it. Meanwhile, Thor was beginning to look lightheaded.

Using Jane’s potato masher as a skeleton for the illusion, Loki proceeded to easily cast a projection of Mjolnir over it. Jane grinned, waving the holographic hammer around enthusiastically.

“Okay, now I get it!” Darcy exclaimed excitedly. She thrust her spatula out at Loki. “Scepter me.”

If only, Loki thought grimly, then waved his hand, casting a perfect holographic copy of his scepter over the spatula.

Darcy’s sapphire-blue eyes widened with evident exhilaration as she inspected the scepter. She appeared mesmerized by its beauty, and Loki had to admit, she herself looked damn good holding it. It was a few seconds before she was able to tear her eyes away from it, at which point she walked up to Loki and touched the very tip of the hologram to his chest. He indulged her by using his illusion magic to mimic the effects that the real scepter would have had on him: the spidery network of blue light crawling up his neck and face, and his eyes going black as stones and then diffusing into the strange, ethereal blue. Darcy looked fit to burst with happiness.

“Jane. Mirror. Now,” she said, then turned away from Loki, grabbed Jane by the arm yet again, and began dragging the slightly shorter scientist back toward the bathing room.

Loki blinked his eyes back to their regular color, which even he had trouble identifying sometimes. On Earth, at least, they mostly looked silver blue. He then crossed his arms and fixed his gaze accusingly on his brother.

“Whatever did happen to my scepter, Thor?” he asked, not bothering to keep the note of indignation out of his voice.

To his surprise, Thor looked tense and did not saying anything.

After a few moments, it dawned on Loki what the issue was. He raised his eyebrows incredulously. “You lost it?”

“Not I specifically,” Thor said defensively. “S.H.I.E.L.D. did, after HYDRA’s resurgence. But finding and taking it back has been the Avengers’ first priority for months now! As well as demolishing every HYDRA base that we encounter along the way,” the thunder god added boastfully.

“Unbelievable,” Loki hissed. “These mortals cannot be entrusted with anything, can they?”

It was Thor’s turn to lift an incredulous brow. “You are one to speak, Loki. You were entrusted with the Aether, and you willingly delivered it to Thanos.”

“Technically, I ordered Sif and Volstagg to deliver it to the Collector,” Loki muttered. “But yes, the fact that I was aware of the Collector’s little-known status as Thanos’s minion is relevant,” the trickster then conceded.

“And you will do well to remember that,” Thor said, his eyes narrowed.

Loki was saved further scolding from his brother by the reappearance of Darcy and Jane, who returned to the kitchen whispering animatedly to each other, before Darcy turned to Loki.

“Jazz Hands, Jane and I wanna ask you something, and your answer better be yes,” the green-clad girl said firmly.

Loki smiled lecherously. “I do not know, Miss Lewis. Two women at once is not really my style.”

Darcy threw the spatula scepter at him. He deflected it telekinetically, and it landed with a clatter of plastic on the floor five feet away.

“I’m serious, Loki,” Darcy said. She sounded it too.

“All right, what is your request?” Loki asked patiently, though he was still smirking slightly.

“Tomorrow, at the competition,” Darcy began, looking both excited and uncertain, “Jane and I wanna put on a bit of a . . . performance.”

Loki waited for her to elaborate, and when she did not, he leaned forward a little in his chair and asked, “What kind of performance?”

“A battle,” Jane supplied suddenly, turning red again. “It was my idea.”

“Oh?” Loki asked, facing the lighter-haired woman instead and basking in her very apparent embarrassment.

Jane blushed, if possible, even harder. “Well, one really can’t imagine Thor and Loki being in the same room and not fighting, can they?” she then said defiantly. “I thought it would add to the . . . authenticity of mine and Darcy’s costumes.”

“Battle suits,” Thor mumbled automatically. “And I think it is a wonderful idea, my love.”

“Well, it should definitely prove to be entertaining,” Loki agreed. “But how do I picture into it?”

“We need you for the, er, special effects,” Darcy answered.

“I’m sorry?”

“You know, for you to use your illusions to make it look like Jane and I really are fighting with Mew-Mew and the Poking Stick.”

“You mean project blasts of blue light? Lightning bolts?”

Please, Loki?”

No. No, he was not capable of refusing her anything anymore.

“Why not, I suppose,” he said, feeling slightly ashamed of his own weakness. “But if things get out of hand, I take no responsibility.”

“They won’t,” Jane assured him.

“Oh, my God!” Darcy cried out suddenly, her face lighting up as if she had just had some grand epiphany.

Three pairs of eyes turned to look at her expectantly.

But her face was falling, and the next second, she looked downright grumpy. “Damn, why does Erik have to teach late on Fridays?” she asked nobody in particular. “I just realized he would’ve made one badass Odin.”


“Remember, my illusions are incorporeal, so they cannot be physically felt or manipulated,” Loki said to his and Thor’s female doppelgangers, as the four of them stood in the hallway of their little apartment late in the afternoon the following day. “This means that if someone were to touch your costumes—”

“Battle suits.”

“—or your weapons, they would only feel the clothes you are actually wearing or the utensils underneath. Which is why I would strongly advise you to allow people to touch neither, to not leave your weapons unattended, and to take great caution not to bump into or brush against anyone.”

“Duh,” Darcy said.

Jane nodded, looking slightly apprehensive.

Their journey to Greenwich University tonight promised to be interesting, as they would be traveling not by train, bus, or car, but by boat, something that Loki had yet to try in London. According to Darcy’s travel plan, their first step was to walk the twenty minutes from their borough to London Eye Pier, from which they would then be able to catch a commuter boat and take it the entire way to the Old Royal Naval College.

They walked down the street in the twilight which had already enveloped London, Darcy and Jane in front, Loki and Thor bringing up the rear. Loki had been worried that Jane and Darcy’s outfits would bring too much attention to the group, but he had sorely underestimated the number of fellow costumed individuals that would be out on the streets tonight. Darcy and Jane were being subject to plenty of gawking, but none that was cause for alarm, and quite beneficially, they also drew nearly all unwanted attention from Loki and Thor.

To his surprise, Loki found himself rather reveling in this Midgardian celebration of Death and darkness. It reminded him of the Asgardian Walpurgisnacht, although the dates definitely did not correspond. Nevertheless, of all the holidays he had experienced so far on Midgard, this was by far his favorite. He wondered why learning about Midgardian celebrations had not been a part of his and Thor’s schooling curriculum, but then again, their lessons on the subject of Midgard, outside those directly related to the Asgardian wars fought there, had basically boiled down to “One of the nine realms. Populated by lesser mortals.” Loki was beginning to resent that.

“Whoa, sick costume, lady!” said a child’s voice from up ahead, bringing Loki out of his thoughts. He looked up, but immediately regretted doing so.

Darcy and Jane’s path had become blocked by four young boys, no older than twelve years old, and the one who had just addressed Jane was looking up at her with nothing short of reverence on his face. He too was wearing a red cape and a winged helmet, though in his case the former was a curtain and the latter was made from cardboard. His three friends looked equally as embarrassing: The biggest of the boys was dressed in a green turtleneck and green tights, both of which he appeared to have stuffed with some sort of soft, yielding material, with a pair of purple shorts on top and the skin of his face and hands painted green—rather blotchily. The shortest boy was dressed in a mixture of scarlet and yellow, with a round aluminum plate stuck to his chest and a red plastic bucket on his head, with crudely cut-out eyeholes. Finally, the last boy had actually managed to adorn himself rather well in a mix of red, white, and blue, but his “shield” left much to be desired. Not only was it fashioned quite clearly from a metal trash-bin cover, but it was also mispainted.

“Well, thank you,” Jane said, smiling around at the boys. “You all look very impressive yourselves.”

The boys blushed. Or rather, Garbage Shield and Curtain Cape did. As for Frog Face and Bucket Head, Loki could only assume they were blushing too.

He chanced a glance at his brother’s face, hoping to see some sign of disgruntlement there at witnessing his and his so-called friends’ images besmirched in such a way, but Thor was surveying the scene with a giant, happy grin on his face. Loki thought that maybe he was not such a fan of Halloween after all.

“You dare bathe this common wench with compliments and speak none to Lady Loki, Frost Giantess, Princess of Jotunheim, Goddess of Mischief and Lies?” came Darcy Lewis’s booming voice, redirecting Loki’s attention immediately back to the group in front of him. Darcy, who had previously been standing slightly to the side of the group, watching the proceedings with a small smirk on her face, was now advancing on the boys, her scepter raised menacingly, the expression on her face truly rather terrifying.

The boys shrank away from her warily.

“Do you not know who I am, powerless mortals?” Darcy continued, advancing still. “Do you not know what I can do?”

Unfortunately, it was at that moment that Curtain Cape stepped forward, crossed his arms, looked defiantly up into Darcy’s face, and squeaked, “We’re not scared of you, lady!”

Smiling unpleasantly, Darcy leaned over the boy until their faces were mere inches apart. Loki got an idea.

“That’s quite unfortunate,” Darcy drawled to the boy dangerously, “because you really, really, really should be.”

With the subtlest flick of a finger, Loki cast a momentary illusion to Darcy’s eyes, turning them a faint shade of Jotun crimson. From this angle, he expected that only the boys would see it.

To his greatest satisfaction, the children shrieked and turned tail, fleeing down the sidewalk. Darcy burst into a fit of raucous laughter.

Darcy,” Jane hissed, crossing her arms disapprovingly. “That was mean.”

“No, that was hilarious,” Darcy countered, wiping at her eyes. “Come, Sis. We have a competition to win.”

She threw her arm around Jane’s shoulders, and the two women continued down the street, soon chatting excitedly about the contest again. Loki flashed Thor a satisfied smirk, and the two Asgardians followed, still at a distance.

So the Little Mortal could play a pretty convincing mischief goddess when she wanted to, Loki thought to himself amusedly as he walked. She had even been able to mimic his accent and mannerisms fairly well this time around. He supposed he should have known better than to underestimate her.

Also, holy fucking Cosmic Entities did she ever look ravishing in Asgardian battle dress. Well, more ravishing than usual. He was disappointed however to have come to the decision that green was not her color. No, to him she was the deeps reds, the indigos, and above all, the purples. Dark, passionate colors. Passionate, like—

He had to stop himself. There was no point in thinking about her this way. It was pointless, and borderline masochistic. Why fuel his desire for something he could never have? Unless he actually enjoyed subjecting himself to self-destructive torture . . . .

“You fancy her, do you not?” Thor asked him suddenly, his voice down.

It took all of Loki’s far-from-inconsiderable self-control to keep himself from reacting poorly to the question. As it were, he merely lifted one eyebrow and said mockingly, “‘Fancy’ her, Brother? What are we, schoolboys?”

Thor rolled his eyes, actually rolled his eyes, something that Loki was sure his brother had never done before meeting Jane Foster.

“Fine,” the thunder god muttered irritably. “You desire her?”

Loki set his jaw, keeping his gaze dead ahead.

“Care for her?”

Loki prayed silently for the oaf to stop.

Thor stopped. In his tracks. “You love her.”

Loki cringed, shutting his eyes, but refused to slow down, leaving Thor standing, slack jawed, in his wake.
Title: Family
Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe, post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Pairings: Darcy/Loki, Thor/Jane
Rating: T
Premise: When an assassination attempt outs Loki as Odin's usurper, the Allfather decides not to waste his time harboring a wanted fugitive and simply banishes his rebellious Jotun son from Asgard. And Darcy Lewis just wanted breakfast, not for the psychopath who tried to take over Earth to come seeking refuge at the last place imaginable. Post-CA: TWS. Tasertricks! :D

Chapter 17

It was the last day of August, and it had brought with it a heatwave that put New Mexico to shame. By five o’clock in the afternoon, the top-floor flat had attained the quality of a sauna, and, all thought of work abandoned, its residents were now simply trying to cope with the overwhelming heat.

Even with three fans operating at full blast, the temperature in the main living area hung around 85 degrees Fahrenheit, and yet it was still cooler out here than it was in the bedrooms. It was thanks to this fact that Darcy, Thor, Jane, and Erik now found themselves spread around this area in various states of lethargy and undress.

Erik had regressed to wearing naught but tighty-whiteys, though today neither Darcy, Thor, nor Jane could blame him. Thor himself was only wearing a pair of plaid boxers, and he and Erik were seated at the kitchen table, playing the slowest game of checkers Darcy had ever witnessed.

Jane, who had been perusing the inside of the refrigerator for the past five minutes, was wearing a short, sleeveless nightie of bright-yellow silk. Darcy suspected that her boss wasn’t actually hungry.

Darcy herself was, simply speaking, dying. Being naturally a very warm person, she was being affected by the heat worse than anyone else. Even dressed in nothing but her thinnest booty shorts and tank top, she had to resort to lying face down on the floor, limbs sprawled in every direction like a starfish, to remain even marginally cool.

Minutes dragged by like hours as everyone waited for that moment of relief when the sun would sink behind the London skyline and the city would be bathed in shadow. Jane had actually sat down beside the open refrigerator, all pretense of searching for food abandoned, Erik had passed out on top of the checker board, his head resting on top of his folded arms, and Thor had slumped in his chair with his head thrown all the way back, and was now snoring loudly. And then Darcy realized . . .  something was missing.

“Yo, Thor,” she groaned from the floor, “where’s your bro?”

Thor woke with an exceptionally loud snore and looked around the room sluggishly. “Someone say my name?” he mumbled.

Darcy flopped her hand at him to get his attention. “Dude. Your bro. Where is he?”

Thor shrugged his massive shoulders. “Dunno. His quarters probably.”

“Are we sure he’s even alive? I thought Frost Giants didn’t tolerate the heat too well?”

But Thor’s head had already tipped backward again, and renewed snoring filled the room.

Having inadvertently roused her own curiosity, Darcy rolled onto her back and then sat up. Where was that pesky little mischief god? “All right, I’ma go check on him,” she said to nobody in particular, before getting up off the floor completely.

Her head swam as the blood rushed from it, and, zombie like, she shuffled toward Loki’s bedroom. Without even bothering to knock on the door first, she simply pushed it open, slouched inside, and then shut the door behind herself.

“Hello, Little Mortal.”

Darcy groaned a little in response and then turned around to face the room again. And then her zombie brain short-circuited.

Apparently not immune to the heat either, Loki had stripped down to those little black Calvin Klein trunks that Darcy adored, and now lay stretched out on his bed, propped up against the headboard on a pillow, a novel held open in his long fingers. The sight of him was enough to make Darcy forget why she had come to his room in the first place.

“May I help you?” Loki asked, without looking up from his novel.

Once the initial shock of seeing Loki almost in the nude yet again had worn off, Darcy thankfully found clear thought returning to her. And she thought she knew why she was suddenly feeling so much more awake.

“How . . . . How can you read?” she asked Loki incredulously. “How have you not passed out from the heat yet?”

Loki gave the tiniest of shrugs. “I’m quite comfortable.”

Darcy marveled at how he could possibly say that, but then, with a jolt, she realized that the room she was in was actually very cool. Possibly 10 whole degrees cooler than the rest of the apartment. She had apparently been too distracted by Loki to have noticed it before now.

“Oh, my God,” she murmured, holding her arms out away from her body so as to allow the cool air to envelop her fully. “Holy fuck, that feels good.”

Loki showed no sign of having heard her attestations of pleasure and simply continued reading his book. The only problem with that was that Darcy didn’t remember him having any books.

“Hey, where’d you get that?” she asked, coming closer to his bed and peering at the cover of the novel. The words “A Game of Thrones” jumped out at her immediately, along with the big round coffee stain she remembered putting there two years ago, because it was her book. “Hey, that’s mine, you dick!” she cried out indignantly. “Why’d you go and steal it?”

“I didn’t steal it,” Loki answered calmly. “I borrowed it.”

“You took it without my permission!” Darcy shot back.

“With every intention to return it to you once I have finished with it,” Loki said, then licked a finger and flipped a page.

Darcy was about to reprimand him for leaving his saliva all over her book, but got distracted by the sudden realization that the air immediately surrounding his bed was even cooler than the air in the rest of his room. And she understood: Loki was the source of the cold. If she paid close-enough attention, she could actually feel it emanating from him like a pulse. And now that she was near enough, she could see that he even looked different. Paler than usual. Almost gray.

Oh, my God,” she moaned, for the coolness at this distance felt even more satisfying than it had done at the door. And before she had even thought about what she was doing, she flopped down on the bed beside Loki.

Loki did not react to her sudden closeness in any way whatsoever, engrossed, as before, in his book. This tempted Darcy to push her luck further, so she pried one of his arms away from holding the book and draped it over her chest. The contact of his icy skin against her fevered flesh felt phenomenal.

Holy fuck,” was all she could say to voice this overwhelming sensation.

Loki remained utterly oblivious to her presence, still thoroughly occupied by his reading, though he was now forced to hold his book with only one hand. Darcy wondered if she should push her luck even further, and, taking into consideration how far she’d already made it and how overheated she still felt, decided that now wasn’t the time for half-measures.

So, placing Loki’s arm under her neck instead of over her chest, she rolled across the narrow bed until, her breath hitching in her throat, she’d rolled right on top of the mischief god, her face down against his chest, her arms around his neck, and her legs pressed against his. The cold that met her sweaty body felt so unimaginably good that she shuddered from head to toe, moaning slightly.

For several moments, they stayed like that, and Darcy prayed that Loki would just go back to his reading and let her remain here in his icy aura until nightfall. But then, Loki moved, barely twitched a muscle, and Darcy found herself being thrown off him and the bed altogether. With much indignation, she landed on her backside beside the bed, while Loki’s lips quirked into a small, mischievous smile.

“Ass,” Darcy muttered, getting up, but then a small voice reminded her that Loki didn’t feel the same way, that she’d crossed a line, and she felt slightly awkward. Awkward, but still dying of heat. “So . . .” she said slowly, “. . . any chance of your taking your reading into the kitchen and cooling down the rest of us?”

“That depends,” Loki said, his nose buried in his book again. “What are you willing to do for it?”

“Anything,” Darcy answered truthfully.

Loki lowered the book, looking interested. “Anything?”

Darcy nodded defiantly.

“Fascinating,” Loki said, sitting up and swinging his long legs over the edge of the bed. He put down the book and studied Darcy thoughtfully.

Darcy stared back at him. She couldn’t be more serious about not wanting to have a heatstroke tonight.

“You are not allowed to call me any nicknames . . . for a month,” Loki said finally, before fixing Darcy with a smug smirk.

Darcy’s jaw dropped. “Not even Jazz Hands?” she demanded incredulously.

Especially not Jazz Hands,” Loki answered, looking smugger by the second.

Darcy considered this grudgingly, but then a question came to her.

“All right, but say I agree now and then a week later I go and call you Jazz Hands again. What then?” she asked

Slowly, Loki’s lips split into an insidious grin. “Then I suppose you’ll have to be punished, won’t you, Little Mortal?”

Oh, boy. There was absolutely no way Darcy could deny that the idea of being “punished” by Loki, whatever that entailed, was making some seriously filthy thoughts penetrate her mind right now. But she had to think clearly; she had to think of the suffocating heat.

“I will not wait for an answer all night,” Loki said to her then, as if sensing that her mind was wandering.

But Darcy had already decided.

“You have a deal,” she said.

“Really?” Loki asked, though he didn’t look the slightest bit surprised.

Darcy had to bite down on her lower lip to keep herself from cracking prematurely. For a long moment, she and Loki simply looked at each other, sizing each other up, their lips quivering with repressed smirks and excited anticipation. Finally, however, Darcy braced herself and said, “Really. You have a deal . . . Your Princelypants the Loco Queen Elsa Lokester Lokes of the Jazz Hands.”

For a moment, Loki looked deeply satisfied. Then he shimmered green and dissolved into nothingness.

Once her initial shock had subsided, Darcy smirked at the place where Loki’s holograph had been sitting. She was impressed. How long, since he had thrown her off his bed, had she been talking to a mere projection of Loki’s? Whatever the answer, she was confident that he was still in the room, invisible, watching her. Was this the beginning of her “punishment”?

“You know, if you’re gonna punish me, Jazz Hands, you better go and cool the kitchen right afterwards,” she said, rotating slowly on the spot. “You can’t both punish me and go back on our deal. It wouldn’t be fair.” She was trying to catch a glimpse of the slightest disturbance of air, the movement of a curtain, hear the sound of the softest footfall, but nothing betrayed Loki’s presence in the room. Before long, she had to wonder if goading him into punishing her had been a mistake. What was his idea of punishment anyway?

She felt him long before she saw him. Icy breath on the back of her neck. It startled her so much that quite unintentionally she ended up taking a step back and into him. Practically pushed herself against him. He did not retreat, remained firm as a statue behind her, and she imagined that she could feel every detail of his musculature against her back, which was nothing compared to the fact that, thanks to the position in which they’d found themselves, she could also very plainly feel him pressing into her ass.

Her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, Darcy turned around.

Loki gazed down at her with an almost tangible intensity. Just as his skin was not its usual color, neither, Darcy noticed, were his normally ice-blue eyes. Currently, they appeared to be a very pale violet. To add to the mindfuck, even the whites of the god’s eyes looked slightly reddish. Darcy wondered if something was very wrong with her, because she found Loki every bit as attractive in this demonic-looking state as she did when he just looked Aesir. As it were, her gaze slid from his eyes and landed on his lips instead, so tantalizingly close.

It was as if he had read her mind. Closing whatever little distance was between them, he placed a cool finger under Darcy’s chin and upturned her face to his. “Do you know what it is like to kiss a Frost Giant, Little Mortal?” he said quietly.

“N-No,” Darcy stammered, while her mind raced. This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening. I’ve had a heatstroke and am now hallucinating. But Loki’s hand was solid on her chin, and suddenly, he was leaning toward her. Darcy’s mind stalled. Loki’s face was two inches away. She could feel his breath on her skin. She shut her eyes.

His chill breath was now falling directly on her parted lips. The sensation was maddening, and her whole body willed him to make contact. She could tell his mouth was mere millimeters away when he whispered, “Well, now you never will.”

And in a single moment, both the pressure of his fingers and the iciness of his proximity were gone. Darcy heard the bedroom door open and close. Her eyes snapped open, and she knew instantly: She had been played.

“You fucking bastard,” she muttered under her breath, squirming on the spot. If Loki’s evil plan had been to get her hopelessly aroused by being a total fucking tease, then he had definitely succeeded. Darcy didn’t even care anymore if he was going to cool the main living area down or not. All she could think about was taking a cold shower, and that was hardly because of the heat.

And she had to admit, this was one hell of a punishment.
Title: Family
Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe, post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Pairings: Darcy/Loki, Thor/Jane
Rating: T
Premise: When an assassination attempt outs Loki as Odin's usurper, the Allfather decides not to waste his time harboring a wanted fugitive and simply banishes his rebellious Jotun son from Asgard. And Darcy Lewis just wanted breakfast, not for the psychopath who tried to take over Earth to come seeking refuge at the last place imaginable. Post-CA: TWS. Tasertricks! :D

Chapter 16

“You know, Loki, if you plan on continuing to leave the apartment on a regular basis, you really ought to invest in some Muggle clothes,” Jane said to Loki, as she, Thor, and Erik helped empty the grocery bags that Loki and Darcy had just brought back from the supermarket.

“I’m sorry, ‘Muggle’ clothes, Jane?” Loki asked, pausing mid-action with a large bag of onions in his hands and looking at Jane with an appropriately bewildered expression on his face.

Giggling silently, Darcy bent low over one of the grocery bags so as to hide her face from the mischief god, but not before she saw Jane throw her a quick smirk. Jane was actually being pretty mean, Darcy thought in deep amusement, because Darcy knew that, of all the people in this family, Jane was the last Loki would’ve expected to spew nonsense at him.

“Yes, Loki,” Jane replied nonchalantly, continuing to put away the groceries. “As in the clothes we non-wizarding folk wear. I know you have your illusions of course, but I expect those require quite a lot of concentration to maintain over extended periods of time.”

“I have had no trouble so far,” Loki said, sounding a bit insulted.

And he had reason to be, Darcy thought to herself, seeing as the holographic clothes he had projected for himself when he had gone to the supermarket to fetch Darcy’s wine two weeks ago and the ones he had just projected for the grocery run seemed to have functioned without a hitch. But then again . . . .

“Yeah, um, Jazz Hands?” Darcy said, looking up at Loki while still bending over the grocery bag. “I’ve seen one of your projections, like, flicker that one time when you were, um, super mad at me for, you know, that thing I did.”

“So?” Loki asked haughtily. “What is your point?”

“My point is, what if you’re out in public and something happens that really pisses you off or affects you emotionally in some other way, and your clothes start glitching? Or,” Darcy continued immediately, as Loki opened his mouth, looking scandalous, “what if you’re projecting a, say, pair of tweed pants, and somebody bumps into you and feels leather instead? It’d be more than a little suspicious, don’t you think? So I’m with the Boss Lady on this one. Real clothes are just safer, dude.”

“I have offered to lend you my Midgardian clothes many times, Brother,” Thor said rather accusingly, peering over the open fridge door as he put away the perishables.

“And I have told you just as many times that I will not dress like a Midgardian farmer,” Loki answered, without skipping a beat.

Thor glared at him, before disappearing behind the refrigerator door again.

“Why don’t the four of you simply go shopping?” Erik suggested suddenly.

Thor’s head immediately popped back up over the fridge door, his expression delighted. “What a marvelous idea, Erik! It has been an eternity since last Jane, Darcy, and I went!” He looked expectantly at Jane.

Jane looked back at him thoughtfully for a few moments, before saying, “You know, now that I think about it, I suppose I could use some new clothes, too.”

Thor grinned at her excitedly, before turning to look questioningly at Darcy.

“Yeah, all right, Thunder Wonder, I wouldn’t mind freshening up my wardrobe, either,” Darcy admitted, to renewed grinning from Thor. “So when’re we going?” she asked Jane. “Today? Tomorrow?”

“Actually, I was thinking Saturday,” Jane answered.

Saturday?” Darcy repeated incredulously. “But that’s when the malls are busiest! We’ll be fighting through crowds all day.”

“I know,” Jane said simply, but when Darcy continued to stare at her with her eyebrows raised, she elaborated: “Don’t forget, Darce, that we’ll be bringing two highly, ahem, recognizable individuals with us.” She looked pointedly at Loki and Thor. “So, in our case, I think some crowds might actually be beneficial.”

“Oh,” Darcy said. As always, Jane had an unarguably good point.

“You’ve been awfully quiet, Loki,” Jane said, turning back to the mischief god. “What have you got to say about going out and getting you some new clothes?”

But really, Jane hadn’t needed to ask, at all, as, judging by the look on his face, Loki felt no desire whatsoever to spend the upcoming Saturday searching for new clothing in a loud, crowded shopping center.

“I do not know, Jane,” he said. “It seems an awful waste of time that can be otherwise spent working with S.E.E.R. Especially now, when we are so close to quantifying the Aether.”

“I’ll work on that while the rest of you are gone,” Erik said simply.

“Thanks, Erik,” Jane said brightly.

Loki looked mutinous. “Erik alone will not be able to accomplish nearly as much work as—”

“Tell you what, Lokes,” Darcy said, cutting him off. “You come shopping with us on Saturday, and when we’re done, we’ll go to an all-day-breakfast place and you can have as many portions of bacon and eggs as you like.”

Loki regarded Darcy shrewdly, appearing to actually be considering her proposition. Darcy crossed her arms and looked back at him in challenge, one eyebrow raised.

And that had been how, early Saturday afternoon, Darcy, Loki, Thor, and Jane found themselves on the way to Westfield Stratford City, riding the London Underground in a train compartment so overfilled, not only were they forced to stand, but they were also constantly getting bumped around by the surrounding passengers. This did however mean that Darcy found herself squashed against Loki for a good portion of the time, so at least she couldn’t complain.

“I miss my car . . . .” Jane mumbled to nobody in particular, having just gotten smacked by a passerby’s purse for probably the thirtieth time.

“No, you don’t,” Darcy told her immediately. “Or have you forgotten what a piece of junk it was?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right . . . .” Jane muttered.

“Will that be the one with which Jane ran over you, Brother?” Loki asked casually, then smirked.

Thor and Jane both looked alarmedly at Loki, before turning to glare at Darcy, who smiled back at them sheepishly.

The subway train came to yet another rough stop at a station, and, losing her grip on the pole she had been holding on to, Darcy went flying. In a flash of white skin, Loki’s fingers closed around her wrist and pulled her upright again. The contact lasted for all of a second, but even after Loki had let go of her, Darcy could still feel the coolness of his touch linger on her skin like a ghost. It sent goosebumps up her arm in a way that was entirely exhilarating.

“Thanks,” she said, a little breathless.

All right, so maybe her little crush on Loki had managed to evolve into a not-so-little crush over the past two weeks. His smile, his voice, the very scent of him now followed her wherever she went. It was embarrassing, really, how quickly she had fallen, and how hard. But she had not admitted her feelings to him, which was surprising, because she normally didn’t wait around to tell guys exactly how she felt. Then again, Loki wasn’t just some guy she had the hots for; he was her friend, and a close one at that. She wasn’t about to jeopardize what they had with an awkward confession. Of course, she knew there was always the chance he felt the same, but so far, he had given her no reason to believe so. Every time she had attempted even the slightest flirting since their conversation in his bedroom, Loki had fixed her with a look of something that was, for lack of a better description, akin to fear.

Darcy, Loki, Thor, and Jane arrived at London’s largest shopping center just after 1:00 p.m. and discovered it to already be filled with crowds of weekend shoppers. Ironically, however, the masses of people did not appear to provide any of the anonymity that Jane so craved, at all. People, women and men alike, stared and gawked at them as they passed, and Darcy knew the singular reason for this: Thor. Although he was currently utterly unrecognizable as the God of Thunder, there was nevertheless no mystery as to why he was eliciting so much attention: Dressed in bluejeans, boots, and a perfectly fitted plaid button-down, his golden-blond hair tied back in a neat ponytail, he looked as though he might be a male model who walked straight off the cover of one of those sexy cowboy calendars. Hilariously, however, he remained entirely oblivious to the looks, chatting away happily to Jane as he walked hand in hand with her, but Jane, Darcy noticed humorously, would occasionally throw one of the more obvious gawkers a rather unfriendly look, thus exposing her little-known jealous side.

Loki too did not appear to be enjoying the attention his brother was getting, looking more and more disgruntled with every passing moment, and Darcy didn’t know whether to laugh or feel sorry for him. In the end, she settled on both, generally feeling sorry for him but also laughing internally every time she laid eyes on him. What was causing her so much mirth was the fact that, for the purposes of clothes-shopping, Loki had finally agreed to borrow some of Thor’s Midgardian clothes. The problem with that however was that what looked incredible on Thor looked anything but on Loki. As it were, Loki was stuck wearing a pair of jeans that were far too baggy for him and threatened to slip down his ass at any given moment and an overlarge T-shirt that looked more like a dress or nightshirt on his lanky frame. The only thing that still looked good on him were his Asgardian boots, although those were mostly covered up by his atrocious pants.

“All right, where off to first?” Jane asked, coming to a stop in front of a mall map. “What kind of clothes do you need to get, Loki?”

Before Loki could answer however, Thor interjected: “We should probably start with the basics. Like underwear.”

“What is an underwear, Brother?” Loki asked, looking uncertain.

Darcy turned from the mall map, which she had been examining with Jane, and stared at him.

“Well, underwear are like . . .” Thor began, rubbing the back of his head thoughtfully, “. . . like smallthings, I suppose would be the best comparison . . . .”

“Only women wear smallthings,” Loki snapped defensively.

“Not on Midgard, Brother,” Thor replied. “You will like underwear, trust me. They keep everything supported and comfortable.”

Loki’s not wearing underwear, Darcy’s brain screamed at her, and before she could stop herself, her eyes slid slowly down his body and landed squarely on his crotch. For the entire time she had known him, every single time they’d hung out together, he’d gone commando and she’d had no idea . . . . This idea now put some definitely inappropriate thoughts into her already far-from-innocent head.

“Hey, Darcy, you okay? You look like you’re off on another planet.”

“What!” Darcy squealed, looking around at Jane. “I was—I mean—I was just thinking—”

“I see . . . .” Jane intoned slowly, raising her eyebrows. “Anyway, if we’re doing underwear, how about we go to Calvin Klein?”

The underwear store was practically empty when they walked in, and the salesclerk greeted them at the door. As Thor led Loki away to show and explain to him the different types of men’s underwear, Darcy and Jane were left to browse the women’s section on their own. Jane, who adored the simple, sporty style of Calvin Klein, became immediately engrossed in the underwear, while Darcy, who much preferred funky colors and lace, looked lazily through the bras for a few minutes before getting bored and sitting down on a bench by the fitting rooms to watch Loki and Thor, instead. It appeared that they had finished picking out the underwear, and were now looking at undershirts.

“You should probably try these on before we buy them,” Thor said, adding three undershirts to the already massive pile of clothes in Loki’s arms.

“All right,” Loki said, and made to pull his giant T-shirt off over his head.

“Not out here!” Thor exclaimed immediately, looking around nervously and shoving his now confused-looking brother toward the fitting rooms.

Darcy cursed Thor under her breath.

Thor ushered Loki into a fitting room and closed the door behind him. “You may try the clothes on in there, Brother. I will be right outside the door should you want a second opinion on anything.”

Loki made a noncommittal grunting sound inside the fitting room, and Darcy, suddenly getting bored again, fished her iPhone out of her purse and began playing Candy Crush.

“How is it going, Brother?” Thor inquired of the fitting-room door about five minutes later.

“Acceptably,” replied Loki’s voice. “The shirts fit fine, but I am simply not sure about these. I mean, are they supposed to be this tight?”

Without warning, Loki emerged from the fitting room, and looking up in surprise, Darcy nearly dropped her phone. Loki had come out wearing absolutely nothing except for a pair of extremely well-fitting black trunks, which left almost nothing to the imagination and which convinced Darcy once and for all that those horns on Loki’s infamous helmet were definitely not an attempt at overcompensation.

Brother!” Thor hissed, looking furtively in the direction of the salesclerk and shoving Loki back inside the fitting room, as Darcy gulped for air. “You are only ever supposed to try on underwear over the underwear that you are already wearing! She will probably make you buy these now! And yes, that is how they are supposed to fit!”

“Is everything all right here?”

Alerted by the commotion, the saleswoman had snuck up behind Thor and was now trying to peer past him into Loki’s fitting room. Thoroughly startled, Thor spun around on the spot, all the while attempting to keep Loki hidden from view.

“Please, do stand aside,” the saleswoman said sternly.

Looking sheepish, Thor obliged, and the saleswoman was presented with an unobstructed view of Loki’s nearly naked form. Darcy watched her give him a onceover and then raise her eyebrows slowly. She was clearly impressed.

“Will you be wearing those out, then, sweetie?” she asked Loki, and her voice had suddenly acquired the quality of melted butter.

“Yes, he will,” Thor answered for his brother, looking both confused and relieved at not having been reprimanded.

“Lovely,” said the saleswoman, smiling toothily at Loki. “Let me cut that pesky little tag off for you, then, darling.”

She disappeared into the backroom and reappeared a moment later with a pair of delicate-looking scissors. Standing far closer to Loki than was necessary, she then proceeded to take an excruciatingly long time to remove the single price tag from Loki’s trunks, and as she straightened up, Darcy saw her fingers linger needlessly on Loki’s waist.

“Do you gentlemen require any further assistance in finding what you need?” the woman asked, after having finally taken a step back from Loki.

“No,” Thor said simply, now looking at the woman with an expression of clear distaste.

“Then I will be most pleased to serve you at the cash whenever you are ready,” the woman said, ignoring the look on Thor’s face and continuing to smile at Loki. She turned to leave, the scissors and the price tag from Loki’s underwear in hand, but then, as if changing her mind about something, she turned back to Loki and said, “Young man, you haven’t by any chance considered a career in modeling, have you?”

“No, I cannot say that I have,” Loki answered tartly. The expression on his face was that of an individual who had just ingested something undeniably unpleasant.

“Pity,” the saleswoman said. Then, giving Loki another onceover, she shrugged, made a high-pitched “hm” sound, turned on the spot, and proceeded back into the general store area. Before Darcy was even consciously aware of what she was doing, she found herself giving the woman a very dirty look indeed.

In the fitting room, Loki hastily put his other clothes back on. Darcy thought he even looked relieved to be wearing the shirt and pants he had so clearly despised earlier.

As it turned out, Jane was ready to pay, too, though she didn’t understand why Darcy, Loki, and Thor were suddenly in such a rush to get out of the store and wouldn’t even stay with her at the cash while she made the payment.

She joined them outside the store two minutes later and handed Loki the shopping bag.

“Where off to now?” she asked the group in general.

The question provoked a discussion which aimed to determine what other kinds of clothes Loki needed so as to successfully blend into the mortal world, and as was soon found out, there really wasn’t that much. Being a Frost Giant, Loki had no need for winter clothes, and neither did he express any desire to trade in his Asgardian boots for Midgardian footwear. This just left the regular day-to-day clothes, but when the question arose as to what exactly Loki wanted to get, Loki was unable to say. Although he seemed to be thinking of something very precise, he simply didn’t appear to know how to describe it properly.

“Why don’t we just walk around the mall for a bit and when you see a store with the kinds of clothes that you like, you tell us?” Darcy suggested finally.

It was immediately and unanimously decided upon that this was the best possible course of action to take, and the group set off down the hallway, heading nowhere in particular, though Loki was now looking carefully at the glass displays of every single store that they passed. Soon enough they’d walked past several men’s and women-and-men’s clothing stores, but Loki hadn’t appeared to be interested in any of them. But just as Darcy was beginning to wonder if what Loki was searching for was even sold on this planet, he came to a stop in front of a store with several tall male manikins dressed in snazzy, well-fitting suits in the window. The store’s name was Jack & Jones.

“Here,” Loki said, and then proceeded inside the store.

Thor moved to follow, but then noticed that neither Jane nor Darcy showed any sign of intending to go inside.

“Are you not coming?” he asked Jane.

Jane shook her head. “Jack & Jones is all men’s clothing, so I think I’d rather hit up Zara and check if there’s a sale while you two are in there. Here.” She pulled her wallet out of her purse, removed one of her credit cards, and began handing it over to Thor, but just as he reached for it, she withdrew her hand slightly, narrowing her eyes at him. “Spend wisely,” she told him warningly.

“Yes, my love,” Thor answered patiently.

Jane handed over the credit card, and Thor joined Loki inside Jack & Jones, where the mischief god was already perusing a rack of pants.

“You coming?” Jane asked Darcy.

“Yeah, might as well,” Darcy answered. Although Zara wasn’t her absolute favorite, she did like the clothes there, especially when they were on sale.

To Jane’s absolute delight, Zara was having a sale, although this also meant that the store was extremely busy. So, without wasting a moment, the tiny brunette dove into the throng of fellow shoppers and disappeared from view.

Darcy followed Jane into the store, but she felt much more content to simply browse at her leisure instead of rushing to find the best deal. She looked at some tops, then the skirts, before finally gravitating over to the dresses.

It caught her eye at once. High waisted, low cut, with long, see-through lace sleeves, and of a glamorous royal-purple color, the little dress was donned proudly by the single manikin in the dresses section. It was so stunningly gorgeous that at first all Darcy could do was stare at it. Then, remembering that this was a store and not an art gallery, she rushed forward for a closer look.

She found the bodice and skirt of the dress to be made from a soft, silky material, and upon further inspection discovered that the whole dress, including the sleeves, was covered by small, clear beads that glimmered against the purple like stars against the night sky. There was also a light but supple mesh underskirt underneath the main skirt, which gave the dress a bouncy, floaty quality.

Without looking at the price tags, Darcy picked out her size from the rack of identical dresses beside the manikin and carried the dress off toward the fitting rooms, where she was forced to get in line and await her turn to use one of the rooms. She had no idea whether or not the dress was on sale, but she didn’t want to check the tag until she had tried the dress on.

Her turn came several minutes later, and, her heart beating very fast, she clambered into the fitting room, closed the door behind herself, and hung up the dress on one of the hooks provided. Throwing off her denim shorts and white crop top in record time, she removed the dress from its hanger and slipped it on excitedly over her head. After fumbling with the delicate sleeves for a moment, she proceeded to zip up the back and then turned around and faced herself in the mirror.

The little dress, which ended up falling to just above her knees, hugged her curves flawlessly in the ultimate combination of sexy and elegant. Frankly, Darcy didn’t think she’d ever worn anything quite so beautiful. Having left her hometown the night following her last day of high school, she’d never attended prom, and now she couldn’t help but imagine that this was what the perfect prom dress looked like.

Having already fallen hopelessly in love with the dress, Darcy knew that she could postpone the moment of truth no longer. So, cringing slightly, she took the price tag into her hand and turned it over slowly.

Her heart sank.

The dress wasn’t on sale, and the full price was nearly 200 pounds.

There was no way she could get the dress at that price, Darcy thought to herself bitterly. No way. She didn’t make nearly enough money to allow herself to splurge like that. She was going to take the dress off and put it back on the rack, and that was final.

Feeling thoroughly unhappy, Darcy took off the dress and put her own clothes back on. She put the dress back on its hanger and carried it out of the fitting room.

She reached the dresses section and allowed herself one final, wistful look at the dress she was carrying. And suddenly, unprecedentedly, she was imagining a future that could never be, one in which she was wearing this beautiful dress and walking hand in hand with Loki, who was dressed in one of those sexy front-display Jack & Jones suits, into a fancy restaurant or other such place, turning passersby’s heads and laughing together.

“Fuck it,” Darcy muttered. “If I can’t have Loki, I can at least have the dress.” And glaring at the manikin as if daring it to try and challenge this logic, she carried the dress off toward the cash.

But her who-needs-boys-when-you-can-have-pretty-clothes attitude would be extremely short lived, because when ten minutes later she and Jane left the store, Loki and Thor were already waiting for them, sitting on a bench out in the hallway, laden with Jack & Jones bags. Spotting Darcy and Jane, the two Asgardians rose from the bench and began making their way toward the two women. Darcy’s jaw dropped.

If it weren’t for Thor’s being with him, she mightn’t have recognized Loki at all, so different did he look compared to the last time she had seen him. There was no sign anymore of the baggy pants or oversized T-shirt. Instead, and to great effect, Loki donned a pair of black skinny jeans and a perfectly fitted black blazer over a glossy forest-green dress shirt, and the whole outfit was only complemented by his Asgardian black leather boots.

“So?” Thor asked, as he and Loki came to a stop in front of Jane and Darcy. “What do you think?”

Darcy merely continued gaping at Loki. She found that the ability to speak had left her.

“This look suits him very well,” Jane said, putting rather a lot of emphasis on the word “very”.

“It does, does it not?” Thor said proudly. “I helped pick out the jeans!”

“Yes, it does. It really makes him look like himself,” Jane said, continuing to overemphasize certain words. She cleared her throat and looked at Thor pointedly.

“Yes . . . .” Thor said slowly, clearly uncomprehending. “It truly is his style, I think . . . .”

Jane looked as if she might face-palm. Striding over to Thor and standing on the tips of her toes so as to reach his ear, she whispered, “He looks like Loki.

Thor took a look at his brother, and it appeared to finally dawn on him what Jane was talking about. The leather, the green and black, and the close-fitting style of Loki’s outfit really did make him look like the villain prince of Asgard. And people were staring at him.

“Worry not, my love,” Thor assured Jane, thrusting his hand into his jeans pocket. “I have just the thing.” And he pulled out a small black hair elastic.

“What do you intend to do with that?” Loki asked, eyeing the elastic warily.

“Ponytails, brother,” Thor said, leading Loki back to the bench they had been sitting on and forcing him down. “They are the ultimate disguise facilitator.”

As Jane and Darcy joined the two brothers at the bench, Thor drew Loki’s hair, which had grown out to be just long enough to be put up in a ponytail since Darcy had cut it, into a single bunch and fastened it with the elastic. As soon as he was done, Loki got up and went to check himself out in the nearest store window.

If anything, the ponytail had made him look even hotter, though he definitely wasn’t as recognizable as the God of Mischief anymore.

Apparently satisfied with his new look, Loki turned around and faced his companions again.

“Darcy?” he asked, making her jump. “You’ve been awfully quiet. You don’t like the outfit?”

“‘Don’t like the—’?” Darcy began in a high-pitched voice, and then lapsed into a fit of sporadic giggles.

Loki looked concerned, but Darcy had soon managed to get herself under control again. Sauntering over into the god’s personal in what she hoped was a casual manner, she reached up and undid the top two buttons of his dress shirt.

“There,” she said, smiling widely. “Now, I love it.”

And there it was. That same look of fear and uncertainty that flashed across Loki’s face every time Darcy got close to him like this nowadays. Feeling as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped over her, Darcy took a step back.

“So were you able to find everything that He Who Must Not Be Named needed?” Jane asked Thor, checking her watch.

“Who?” Thor asked, blinking. He had been looking at Loki with a somewhat confused expression on his face.

Jane nodded at the mischief god, muttering, “I think I know what we’ll be watching for the next eight movie nights . . . .”

“Oh!” Thor said. “Yes, I believe so.”

“Then I suggest we get a move on, since, if you don’t recall, that all-day-breakfast place Darcy found closes at five.”


By the time they finished their dinner, Loki had managed to consume five consecutive orders of bacon and eggs, thus setting a new personal record. Darcy’s stomach had hurt just from watching him eat.

“Happy?” she asked him amusedly as Jane took care of her and Thor’s bill. (Loki’s orders had been on Darcy’s bill, seeing as she had been the one to bribe him with coming here.)

“Exceedingly,” Loki answered, unwrapping the tiny mint the waiter had provided him with and popping it into his mouth.

Darcy would be lying if she said that wasn’t one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen.

“Thank you, ma’am,” the waiter said, having just received Jane’s signature on his copy of the receipt. “Have yourselves a wonderful night, everybody.” And after smiling around at everyone at the table, he walked away.

Darcy could swear the smile he had given Loki had been inappropriate and lewd, so she glared at his white-shirted back until it had disappeared from view.

“I need to run to the restroom before we leave,” Jane said, getting up from her and Thor’s bench.

“I will come with you,” Thor said quickly and got up too, but not before throwing Loki a strange, knowing look.

As soon as Thor and Jane were out of earshot, Darcy snorted. “Thunder Wonder does realize he and Jane won’t be able to use the same restroom, right?”

Loki smirked. “Knowing my brother, I have some reservations.”

Darcy giggled, and Loki looked away from her. There was suddenly an odd expression on his face, like he was struggling with an internal dilemma of some kind. Then, just as abruptly, he turned back to Darcy and blurted out, “I have something for you.”

Darcy just stared at him. “What, like a present?” she said finally.

Loki nodded. “As an apology for making you believe that I abandoned you in the alley with that man.”

He reached into an inner pocket of his blazer, and for a moment, Darcy thought that he might pull out a dead rat. She was therefore more than a little surprised when instead of a small dead animal, Loki withdrew and handed her an iPhone case still in the package. It was bright purple and had an assortment of cartoony-looking cats on it.

Darcy looked at it dumbfoundedly. Thanks to its violently bright color and all the cats, it was on the verge of being tacky, and yet to her it was precisely that flashy, unique, and unusual style that she adored. She didn’t know how Loki had managed to choose so perfectly. She’d only mentioned purple being her favorite color to him once, and she had never mentioned loving cats.

“I do not blame you for not liking it,” he said beside her suddenly, making her look up at him in surprise. “You think it hideous, don’t you?” He sighed and looked away from her. “I should have chosen more thoughtfully, I am sorry.”

And Darcy realized that her long silence had been misinterpreted to mean that she did not like the phone case, which was possibly as far from the truth as one could get. She looked at Loki sitting there, looking so genuinely disappointed that his gift had not been received as well as he had hoped—or so he thought—and all she could think about was how much she wanted to kiss him right now. But at the same time, she knew very well what a rash action like that could cost her, and therefore elected to settle for the next-best thing.

And so, still grasping the case tightly in her hand, Darcy proceeded to slowly wrap her arms around Loki’s back, under his arms, bringing him into a close hug, her heart beating out a wild drum solo all the while.

“I love it,” she whispered quietly against his chest.

For a long moment, Loki didn’t move a muscle, clearly too shocked to do so. But then, very carefully, he wrapped his arms around Darcy’s waist, pulling her in even closer, burying his face in her shoulder.

They stayed like that for Darcy didn’t know how long, but even if it was an eternity, it didn’t feel like enough when they finally broke apart. But curiosity was nagging at Darcy like a hungry cat.

“Why did you choose it, by the way?” she asked. “I mean, I understand the purple, but why the cats? I’d never mentioned being a cat person to you before.”

Loki smiled, now looking very pleased with himself. “I supposed it’s because I think you’re a bit of a cat yourself, Little Mortal. When I saw the case, it instantly reminded me of you. I could not help it.”

“Thunder Wonder totally paid for it with Jane’s credit card, didn’t he?” Darcy asked, grinning.

“I was planning to trick the cashier into believing that some napkins I found were bills, but no, my insufferable do-gooder of an adoptive brother would have none of that,” Loki said, disgruntled.

Darcy giggled. “I have no trouble believing that whatsoever. Oh, and speaking of your insufferable do-gooder of an adoptive brother . . . .” She jerked her head toward the hallway leading to the restaurant’s restrooms, from which Thor and Jane had just emerged.

“So, where off to now?” Jane asked, once she and Thor had reached Darcy and Loki. “Home?”

There was a general murmur of agreement around the table, and everyone began to collect their things. Still smiling, Darcy slipped the cellphone case Loki had given her into her purse; she couldn’t wait to put it on her phone once she got home.

“Where’d that come from?” Jane asked, having watched Darcy put away the case.

“Uh, Jazz Hands gave it to me,” Darcy said.

Who?” Jane said, her eyebrows shooting up her forehead.

Darcy nodded at Loki, ruing the fact she and Jane hadn’t come up with codenames for the two Asgardians before leaving the apartment.

“Oh,” Jane said, looking confused. “You and, er, ‘Jazz Hands’ exchanging gifts now?”

Darcy shrugged, trying to look casual. “He owed me for that shit he pulled in the alley.”

“Oh, okay,” Jane said, and continued picking up her bags.

They left the restaurant two minutes later, tired, but full of good food and satisfied with the purchases they had made that day. It was a beautiful night out, warm and clear, and just as Darcy found herself thinking that the evening couldn’t possibly get any better, Jane turned to Loki and said, her face straight as a razor, “So, you’re the Heir of Slytherin, right? How many Horcruxes do you have?”


Current Residence: Ottawa.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium.
Print preference: *shrugs*
Favourite genre of music: ALL OF THEM.
Favourite photographer: MEEEEE!!!!!!
Favourite style of art: Mine.
Operating System: Windows 7.
MP3 player of choice: iPhone 4.
Shell of choice: Shell? What? Conch?
Wallpaper of choice: Whatever interests me at the moment.
Skin of choice: OMG, RACIST. Jk, jk. =P
Favourite cartoon character: Too many to list.
Personal Quote: "Always bring a rubber boot to a party. Boots are good."
First off, approaching four thousand pageviews!? HOLY SHIT!!! You guys have no idea what a hard time I have believing that. I can't thank you enough.

Secondly, I APOLOGIZE FOR DISAPPEARING FOR ETERNITY. MY LAPTOP DIED, AND UNTIL TWO DAYS AGO I HAVEN'T HAD THE MONEYS TO REPLACE IT. Thankfully, I now have Bender, my shiny new HP G62. He's operating smoothly so far.

A lot has happened since my last journal entry. I'm attending university and majoring in English just as I said I would; but I have also moved to the city. I'm renting an apartment with one of my best friends from high school, :iconlostxfreakx42:. We're the awesomest roommates ever. We share our apartment with our cats, Simon and Zipper, and my budgie, Sparkle. I also had a betta named Captain Hammer, but he died two days ago.  :tears:

As you may have guessed, I was unable to keep my job at Subway. Thankfully, I was hired about a month ago at Booster Juice, a juice and smoothie bar. I'm enjoying the job so far, because I really can't complain about getting free smoothies.  ;)

Though I haven't had access to a proper computer in months, I've made an effort to keep drawing. Over the next few days, I will post a couple of things that I drew during this time. I also wish I had the files from my old laptop transferred to the new one already, so I could continue working on Sanity Is Relative. Yes, what I said in my previous journal entry about letting SIR die did not end up being the case. I feel like I must bring the story to its intended conclusion, and I will do my best to finish it.

Now it is very late and I am very sleepy, so I must leave you with this.


  • Mood: Tired
  • Listening to: Sparkle chirping in the background. GO TO SLEEP.
  • Reading: Some anime and some Russian health book.
  • Watching: A lot of things.
  • Playing: Nothing.
  • Eating: Nothing.
  • Drinking: Nothing.

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