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Family, Chapter 24 (Tasertricks)
Title: Family
Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe, post Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Pairings: Darcy/Loki, Jane/Thor
Rating: T (for now)
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!
Chapter 24
They were watching Game of Thrones in the not-living room. Or more specifically, Jane, Thor, and Erik were catching up on episodes that Darcy and Loki had already seen, while Darcy and Loki were there simply due to a lack of anything better to do. Which was why Darcy was slightly bored. But thankfully, she always had Candy Crush to keep herself occupied. She reached for her iPhone, which she had put down on the armrest of
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Family, Chapter 23 (Tasertricks)
Title: Family
Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe, post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Pairings: Darcy/Loki, Jane/Thor
Rating: T (for now)
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!
Chapter 23
“Good morning, Thunder Wonder,” Darcy croaked, shutting the door behind herself as she padded out of her bedroom-slash-the not-living room, before stopping to stretch and yawn. She wondered how long Thor had been up already and if he’d felt inclined to make any breakfast.
Oddly enough, however, the blond space alien gave no answer.
“Thunder Wonder?” Darcy tried again, peering around the apartment blearily.
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Family, Chapter 22 (Tasertricks)
Title: Family
Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe, post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Pairings: Darcy/Loki, Jane/Thor
Rating: T (for now)
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 22
Darcy awoke to the sound of screaming. She sat up in her bed, wondering if she had dreamt it, but the sound came again, loud and clear and most definitely real. And then it came again. Darcy jumped out of bed.
She ran into the main living area at the same time as Loki, Thor, and Erik, all looking as if they had just rolled out of bed themselves and none looking as if they had any idea of what was happening
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Family, A Tasertricks Fanfiction, Chapter 21
Title: Family
Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe, post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Pairings: Darcy/Loki, Jane/Thor
Rating: T (for now)
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 21
Before Darcy knew it, Halloween was long gone, Thanksgiving was over, and even Christmas had jingled all its bells. It was the afternoon of New Year’s Eve in London, and on this celebratory winter’s day, Darcy’s thoughts were ironically rather glum.
It was the first New Year’s Eve of her life during which instead of thinking bright, hopeful thoughts about the year to come, she found
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Family, A Tasertricks Fanfiction, Chapter 20
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 20
Their boat arrived at Greenwich Pier without Loki having to suffer through any more unpleasant heart-to-hearts with Thor, to his relief. They disembarked with a group of other costumed passengers, clearly also en route to the competition, and began making their way past the Old Royal Naval College grounds and down King William Walk to Cooper Building, which Darcy’s computer research of last night had establish
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Family, A Tasertricks Fanfiction, Chapter 19
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
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Family, A Tasertricks Fanfiction, Chapter 18
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.
“Wh
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Family, A Tasertricks Fanfiction, Chapter 17
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 Fahrenh
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Family, A Tasertricks Fanfiction, Chapter 16
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
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Family, A Tasertricks Fanfiction, Chapter 15
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 15
It was the following morning at the Foster-Odinson-Selvig-Lewis household, and Darcy, Loki, Thor, and Jane were sitting at the kitchen table, having a late breakfast. Of course, for Jane, Loki, and Thor, this was a completely acceptable time to have breakfast, whereas Darcy was only up so late thanks to having gone to bed at a ridiculous hour the night before. Since Erik had gotten up shortly after Loki had retired t
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Family, A Tasertricks Fanfiction, Chapter 14
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 14
“Never have I ever . . . worn women’s clothing,” Darcy said, smirking.
Loki shook his head. “I do not permit you to ask me that.”
“Oh, really?” Darcy asked silkily, raising her eyebrows. “Well, sorry to burst your bubble, Jazz Hands, but the rules of I Never expressly state that one must respond to any statement, no matter how embarrassing or ridiculous it
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Family, A Tasertricks Fan Fiction, Chapter 13
Title: Family
Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe, post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Pairings: Darcy/Loki, Thor/Jane
Rating: T
Summary: 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 13
The first week of June brought with it some of the shittiest weather Darcy had seen since she and Jane had moved to London. Not only had it rained all week, but by Friday night, the weather had escalated to an honest-to-God thunderstorm, one not even Thor could do anything about. Worst of all, however, was the fact that the stormy weather outdoors was a direct reflection of the current mood indoors.
Until three days
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Title: Family
Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe, post Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Pairings: Darcy/Loki, Jane/Thor
Rating: T (for now)
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!

Chapter 24

They were watching Game of Thrones in the not-living room. Or more specifically, Jane, Thor, and Erik were catching up on episodes that Darcy and Loki had already seen, while Darcy and Loki were there simply due to a lack of anything better to do. Which was why Darcy was slightly bored. But thankfully, she always had Candy Crush to keep herself occupied. She reached for her iPhone, which she had put down on the armrest of the sofabed on which she, Jane, Thor, and Erik were currently lounging . . . but it wasn’t there. After checking her lap, her pockets, and the floor, she turned to look distrustfully at Loki, who was sitting on a chair beside her.

“Jazz Hands, did you take my phone?” she muttered, trying to keep her voice down so as not to distract Jane, Thor, and Erik.

“I have no idea of what you speak,” Loki answered coolly.

“My phone!” Darcy hissed. “I put it down right here”—she pointed at the armrest—“when I sat down!”

“Last time I saw your communication device, it was on the kitchen counter,” Loki said, nonchalant as ever.

I did not leave my phone on the kitchen counter,” Darcy ground out through clenched teeth.

Loki shrugged. “Then I do not know where it is.”

Darcy sighed. “Fine. I’ll check on the kitchen counter. But it’s not gonna be on the kitchen counter, because I didn’t leave it on the kitchen counter.” With a huff, she got off the sofabed. “BRB, guys,” she said to Jane, Thor, and Erik.

It took her all of three seconds to locate her phone, lying in a completely obvious spot . . . on the kitchen counter.

“How in the shit . . . ?” she began, then remembered that her phone had ended up in far more inexplicable places around the apartment in its time. So, deciding not to question this consecutive paradox, the small brunette shook her head and went to collect her sneaky little troublemaker of a device.

Something grabbed her from behind, a cool hand clasping over her mouth to stifle the scream that proceeded to erupt.

“Guess who?” Loki’s voice whispered into her ear.

Darcy growled against his hand, and Loki let her go. Having regained her freedom, the blue-eyed mortal spun around furiously, ready to give Loki a piece of her mind, but before she could utter a single word the mischief god had caught her in his arms again and his mouth was devouring hers.

Forgetting why she had been angry in the first place, Darcy reciprocated with gusto.

They remained locked like that for several minutes, until quite suddenly Loki’s hands were sliding down Darcy’s back and to her ass, while his lips started tracing kisses down her jawline. Catching her breath, Darcy decided to take care of some questions.

“You teleported my phone to the kitchen just so you could get me out here alone, didn’t you?” she asked, half impressed, half incredulous.

“Oh, yes, absolutely,” Loki answered, kissing and biting at her neck now.

“The others will get suspicious if we’re gone for too long,” Darcy breathed, biting her lip in order to suppress the moan that threatened to escape.

“They are much too engrossed in their show to be aware of anything else at the moment. And they were starting a new episode just as I left, which gives us . . . about fifty of your Earth minutes?”

And with that, Loki took a firm hold of Darcy’s thighs and hoisted her up onto his hips. Darcy squealed excitedly at this sudden change in position, hastily wrapping her legs around Loki’s midriff and her arms around Loki’s neck for support.

Loki pressed a finger to her lips, grinning. “I said they are engrossed, not deaf.”

Darcy rolled her eyes and pushed his finger away, then, threading one hand through his hair, bore down on his mouth once again. Loki growled his approval, before carrying Darcy over to the kitchen counter and setting her down on top. She grabbed the collar of his black dress shirt and pulled him close, wrapping her legs tighter around him and kissing him deeper still, while his hands, no longer restricted to holding her to him, traveled up her thighs, driving her bluejean overall dress up her legs in an entirely maddening manner.

And it was simultaneously too much and too little, and all of a sudden, out of the blue, Darcy’s heart broke. With a sob, she slumped against Loki’s shoulder.

“Darcy?” Loki asked in surprise, immediately wrapping his arms protectively around her.

“Loki, I can’t do this anymore,” Darcy said, sitting upright again and giving her lover a teary smile.

“Do what?” Loki asked gently, feigning a humorously confused expression. “Kiss me? Or have to sneak around to kiss me?”

“Either? Both?” Darcy said with a sad little laugh. “All I know is that I want more. With you, and in my life in general. But I feel like I’m stuck in limbo. An amazing, sexy, fantastic limbo, that’s for sure, but I am still doomed to remain here forever, you know?”

“Trust me, I know,” Loki said, and Darcy could see the relief in his eyes. “And I feel the same way. I have for a while now.”

Darcy blinked, not quite believing what she was hearing. “You . . . . You . . . have? So . . . does that mean . . . . Are you . . . . Are you ready to tell the others too?”

“I am,” Loki said, smiling. “I truly am.”

Biting her lip to stop herself from squealing in happiness, Darcy threw her arms around Loki’s neck and pressed her mouth to his. “Holy shit, Jazz Hands,” she said once she’d pulled away, “can you imagine what it’s gonna be like not to have to hide anymore? Can you imagine all the things we could do?”

“I assume you already have some things in mind?” Loki asked, leaning in again to brush his lips against hers.

“Well, I was thinking . . .” Darcy began carefully, “. . . Jane’s Convergence research was just published, right? And she’s already got, what, ten job offers on the table? All she has to do is choose one and then she and Thor will be outta here. Erik will move into a smaller apartment closer to the university, and as for me, well, I thought I could move back to the US and get a job that’s actually in my field? And . . . I kind of want you to come with me? Like, so we could move in together?” She hesitated, trying to read Loki’s reaction to this proposition, but the mischief god’s contented expression hadn’t changed. Feeling encouraged, Darcy continued. “I don’t know how yet, but I’ll find a way to smuggle you into the country. No one will even know you’re living with me. Like we’ll obviously have to take precautions and stuff, but I’m sure we’ll figure it all out along the way. And I dunno about you, but if it means being together, then I’m up for the challenge.”

Loki shut his eyes for a few long moments, then opened them again. “What if I told you there might be another way? A way for you, Thor, Jane, and Erik to no longer have to keep me a secret?”

“What other possible way can there be?” Darcy asked sadly. “If the Avengers were to discover you’re alive and back on Earth—”

“I could surrender myself to them,” Loki said calmly.

Darcy stared. “Isn’t that what we’re trying to avoid here? They’d lock you away forever. Or worse.”

“What if they didn’t lock me away forever?”

“Like . . . what if you escaped?”

“No. What if I willingly allowed them to lock me away, but it was only for a few years?”

“What makes you think they’d agree to it only being a few years?”

“Thor thinks he can convince them.”

Thor’s in on this?”

“It was all his idea actually.”

Darcy exhaled deeply. “Why am I not surprised by that? And how many years was he hoping to bargain for?”

“Three.”

Darcy gaped. “Three? Who in their right mind would expect someone to willingly sit in a prison cell for three years?”

Loki chuckled. “My brother apparently. And that was my exact reaction when he first suggested it to me. But now I think I agree with him that it is the best way. It is the only way. I suppose . . . . I suppose everything changes when you have someone else’s happiness to think about, not just your own.”

“You . . . . You’ll really do this for me?”

“Yes. I will. I mean, when you think about it, three years really isn’t that long, is it?”

“No, it’s not,” Darcy agreed, feeling as if her face might split in half from smiling so hard. “And who knows, maybe Stark will allow conjugal visits, eh?” she added with a smirk.

Loki’s facial expression turned lecherous. “I like the way you think, Little Mortal.”

Darcy grinned lasciviously. “Me too, Jazz Hands. So, you ready to tell them?”

“What, right now?” Loki asked, looking a little taken aback.

Darcy scoffed at him. “Haven’t we wasted enough time already?”

“Right,” Loki conceded. “Well, then I suppose there is no point in me hiding it any longer.”

“Hiding what?” Darcy asked, confused.

“Thor already knows,” Loki said simply.

What?” Darcy hissed. “You told him?”

“Good Helheim, no. He figured it out all on his own. He is irritatingly good at that.”

Darcy felt her face grow hot with anger and embarrassment. “So why the fuck didn’t you tell me this earlier?

“You think I did not want to?” Loki asked defensively. “I did not tell you because the only reason Thor wasn’t telling Jane and Erik is because he knew you did not know that he knows.”

“But you could’ve told me without telling him you told me! He didn’t need to know that I knew that he knows!”

“He would’ve sensed it if you knew that he knows. He would’ve figured it out, trust me. And then he would’ve no longer felt the need to keep our relationship a secret.”

“You’re really not shitting me right now, are you?” Darcy asked, finally feeling herself begin to calm down.

“Darcy, please,” Loki said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I might trick, mislead, and even deceive, but I rarely ever shit.”

“Fine. Whatever you say. I mean, in the end, it’s just one less person we’ll be shocking the pants off, right?”

“Exactly,” Loki said cheerfully, then helped Darcy off the kitchen counter.

“Well, here goes nothing,” Darcy mumbled to herself, taking Loki’s smooth, cool hand into her warm, slightly trembling one.

Loki cast her a serious but reassuring glance, and hand in hand, they headed back to the not-living room.

Jane, Thor, and Erik were so engrossed in their TV show, they didn’t even notice them come in. Darcy had to actually clear her throat several times before their presence got acknowledged.

“Oh, there you guys are,” Jane said without so much as looking up at them. “You’re missing the craziest episode.”

And then: “Hey, why are you two holding hands?” Erik, closest to the door, burst out.

Finally, all eyes were on Darcy and Loki. Thor, Darcy had the misfortune to notice, looked punchably happy.

“So, uh . . .” Darcy began hesitantly, “. . . Loki and I have an announcement to make. We’re . . . . Well . . . . We’re . . . . Uh . . . .”

Loki squeezed her fingers, and she squeezed back.

“We’ve been kinda . . . um . . . hiding something . . . ?” Darcy continued.

Loki was squeezing her fingers harder now. It was almost becoming painful.

“Jazz, you okay?” Darcy said, turning to look up at his face. She started.

Loki was stone gray, his unseeing eyes staring straight ahead of him.

“Jazz . . . ?” Darcy whispered, aghast.

Suddenly, Loki cried out in what almost sounded like pain, clutched at his head, and stumbled out of the room. Without a moment’s hesitation, Darcy, Erik, Thor, and Jane rushed after him.

Loki had come to a stop in the middle of the main living area. He no longer clutched at his head, but his eyes looked slightly mad now as they continued to focus on nothing.

“The Tesseract,” he whispered to no one in particular. “I can feel it . . . . It’s here . . . .”

“You can feel it, Brother?” Thor asked, looking about as lost as Darcy felt.

Loki finally managed to focus on Thor’s face. “Its magical signature. I am forever linked to it.”

“And where is ‘here’, boy?” Erik inquired.

Earth,” Loki said, looking soberly grave now.

Jane laughed nervously. “Right. But if the Tesseract were on Earth, S.E.E.R. would’ve—”

BEEP.

Darcy’s heart jumped into her throat, and she jumped along with it.

BEEP, the sound came again, and as a single being, everyone turned toward the computer bar.

For the first time in nearly a year, S.E.E.R. was sounding the alarm.

There was a blur of reaction as everyone other than Darcy and Loki rushed to do . . . something. Jane, Thor, and Erik stampeded toward the computer bar and began crowding around S.E.E.R., talking all at once. Their frantic voices were so loud, Darcy could hear them plainly from where she stood.

“Is it truly the Tesseract?” Thor thundered.

“Yes,” Jane answered hoarsely.

“Has S.E.E.R. calculated the location yet?” Erik asked.

Jane checked the coordinates. “Yes. It’s in . . . Chicago.”

Chicago?” Thor boomed. “The Tesseract is supposed to be on Asgard with my father!”

“Is it possible Asgardians brought it to Earth?” Erik suggested levelly.

“Yes!” Jane cried out. “That must be it, mustn’t it, Sweetheart?”

“It is possible,” Thor agreed. “But this must not pass uninvestigated. We must travel to Chicago at once!”

“Wait . . . .” Darcy said quietly, a lightbulb flickering on slowly somewhere in the back of her head. She turned to Loki. “You said you can feel the Tesseract, wherever it is, right?”

Loki nodded. He stood staring straight ahead again, looking as tense as if an electric current was presently surging through his body.

“So . . . if you can feel where it is,” Darcy continued, “does that give you enough of a grasp on its location to be able to teleport it? Teleport it here?”

Slowly, Loki turned to look at her. His eyes were wide. “Darcy Lewis, you might be the smartest person in this room,” he said, a little breathlessly. “I’ll see what I can do, but you will need to keep back. I have never attempted to space-shift something as powerful as an Infinity Stone before.”

Taking the hint, Darcy went to stand with Jane, Thor, and Erik, turning off S.E.E.R.’s highly annoying alarm in the process. An expectant silence descended upon the room. All eyes were on Loki.

The mischief god had distanced himself from the others by retreating into the farthest corner of the kitchen, the one beside the entrance to the not-living room. He now held his hands out in front of him as if he were holding on to an invisible beach ball, and shut his eyes with a look of immense concentration on his face. For a long moment, nothing happened.

Suddenly, a shimmer of blue light appeared between Loki’s hands, growing larger and brighter with every passing second. The god was visibly trembling with concentration by now, his hands shaking so much that Darcy had to wonder just what kind of crazyass power he was handling.

“My God, he’s really doing it,” Erik muttered to Darcy’s right.

“He . . . . He might’ve just saved us all,” Jane whispered.

Loki opened his eyes and looked down at the glowing object between his hands, which was beginning to take the form of a cube. His lips split into a satisfied grin, and he looked over at Darcy.

“So much for the end of the world, eh, Little—”

It was a sound like an honest-to-God gunshot, as two things happened simultaneously in a literal fraction of a second. One, the cube forming between Loki’s hands vanished back into the nothingness from which it had come, and two, the resulting explosion of energy sent Loki flying backwards and into the wall separating the kitchen from the not-living room, which might as well have been made of paper for all it did to impede his progress.

LOKI!” Darcy shrieked, and before she even realized that her legs were taking her somewhere, she was inside the not-living room.

Loki had not only overturned her sofabed, but he had also crashed into her TV, shattering it. The trickster himself appeared to be quite unharmed, but as he picked himself up off the ground, the look of pure loathing on his face did nothing to help ease Darcy’s panic.

What the fuck was that?” she practically screamed at him, her heart beating out a manic drum solo all the while.

Loki smiled a smile that was much more of a grimace. “The Tesseract appears to have been placed under a protection spell. I cannot touch it, at least not magically. But . . . I know who can.”

“Who, Brother?” Thor’s voice rang out behind Darcy, startling her. She hadn’t noticed the thunder god, Jane, and Erik walk into the room after her.

“The same being who cast the protection spell,” Loki answered, his hands balling into fists. “I felt his magical signature when I briefly made contact with the Tesseract.”

“Thanos,” Thor said grimly.

Very slowly, Loki nodded once, and in that moment, Darcy knew their world was about to change forever.

“We must inform the other Avengers and leave for Chicago, immediately,” Jane said, her voice the kind of deathly calm it became when things got really fucked. “Get changed. Get your things.”

And without a single word, everyone was off, leaving Darcy alone in her room.

For a good several seconds, the research assistant just stood there dumbfoundedly, but then it was as if someone gave her a good slap in the face.

“Right,” she said to herself, snapping out of it. “Get changed. Get my things.”

She considered her current clothes. As cute and comfortable as it was, the overall dress just wasn’t proper battle attire, so she took it off. This left her in black leggings, a long dark-purple T-shirt, and socks. Good enough.

Next, she needed to get her weapon. It took her close to ten minutes to find the shoebox containing the black Taser gun in the mess of her room. She only had one cartridge left, but she knew well enough that even one well-aimed shot could make all the difference in the world.

She was the last to finally make it back out into the main living area. Everyone else looked just about ready to go, with both Asgardians in full battle gear and Mjølnir clasped firmly in the thunder god’s hand, but there appeared to be a slight holdup in any further action due to the fact that Thor and Jane were currently in the middle of a rather heated argument. Taking advantage of the delay, Darcy rushed to get the rest of her stuff.

“I will simply use Mjølnir to fly across the ocean, my love!” she overheard Thor stating passionately as she threw on a pair of old, worn black Converse sneakers. “It will be fastest!”

You are not crossing the Atlantic by hammer,” Jane retorted hotly, as Darcy pulled on her magenta beanie and began looking for her gray toggle coat—it was an unusually chilly April day today.

“Give me one good reason why I should not!” Thor was saying confrontationally now.

“You’ll never make it!” Jane cried out. “You’ll hit the water and drown! Now if you’ll please drop this, I’m going call Stark right now, fill him in on the situation, and I’m sure he’ll send a private jet for us immediately! I left my phone in our bedroom, so I will be right back.”

Jane disappeared into her and Thor’s bedroom with a frustrated huff, presumably to make the phonecall to Tony Stark. Meanwhile, Darcy still hadn’t found her coat.

“Can we not just contact Asgard?” Erik asked after several seconds, looking quizzically between Loki and Thor. “Ask them if they have any idea what the Tesseract is doing on Earth? And couldn’t they use the Bifrost to transport us to Chicago?”

“That thought has crossed my mind,” Thor admitted, “but the question is, will Father wish to speak with me?”

“It is worth a try,” Loki said.

“So . . . how do we go about calling Asgard?” Erik asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Follow me,” Thor said, and he, Erik, and Loki headed out onto the balcony.

“Hey!” Darcy exclaimed, deciding to forget about her stupid coat altogether. “Hey, wait for me!” She ran after the others and onto the balcony, pulling her hat lower over her ears against the harsh wind. “What’s going on?” she asked Erik, having come to a stop at his side.

“Don’t ask me,” Erik answered with a shrug.

“Heimdall!” Thor bellowed suddenly up at the sky. “I know the Allfather might have forbidden you to communicate with me, but please, if you can see me, we need your he-”

Out of nowhere, a column of bright, white, rainbowy light descended from the sky and enveloped Loki whole, concealing him from view.

“Wow, uh . . . that was fast,” Darcy remarked, exchanging excited glances with Thor and Erik.

After several moments, the light cleared, but . . .  Loki was still on the balcony.

“Brother, what—” Thor began.

“That was not Heimdall,” Loki spat, cutting his brother off.

Thor blinked. “Do not be ridiculous, Loki. Only Heimdall’s gaze can reach us here.”

Loki looked on the verge of a nervous breakdown. “I mean, it was Heimdall, I felt his magical signature, but it was . . . tainted,” he breathed.

“Tainted . . . with what?” Darcy whispered, wide eyed.

“Scepter magic,” Loki stated simply.

“So he is being mind controlled,” Erik inferred, looking grim.

“But the scepter is on Midgard!” Thor cried out desperately. “HYDRA has it!”

“Clearly not anymore, Brother,” Loki said with forced patience.

“Who is controlling Heimdall then?” Thor babbled on. “By the Allfather, Thanos?”

“It is not Thanos,” Loki said calmly. “When I made contact with Heimdall, I felt the magical signature of the one controlling him also, but I did not recognize it.” He looked pensively back up at the sky. “It isn’t safe for us to be out here. We need to go back inside. Now.

No sooner did Loki say that than something truly fucked up happened. For a moment, Darcy Lewis seriously thought that she’d just died. One second she was simply standing there like a more-or-less normal Taser-wielding human being, minding her own business, and the next everything around her was white light. And then she understood.

How Loki had managed to resist being pulled into the Bifrost earlier, she had no idea, because she now found herself completely powerless against the force that seemed to be dragging every molecule inside her body upwards. In no time at all, her feet were no longer touching the ground and she was soaring, soaring up into the white light at incredible speed. She was vaguely aware of stars just outside the veil of light, and it was at that moment that it occurred to her that she might be in slight trouble. Or deep shit. Whichever one. She remembered the Taser still clutched tightly in her hand and wondered just how helpful one shot could really turn out to be. Better save it ‘til it counts then, she thought to herself, and then shoved the gun down her shirt and into her bra, having never been more thankful to have larger-than-average breasts in her entire life.

As unexpectedly as it had begun, the rollercoaster ride came to an end and Darcy fell face first into the floor that had suddenly materialized underneath her feet. Swearing loudly, she picked herself up and looked around. And then she stared.

Except she didn’t know what to stare at first. The great golden dome-shaped chamber in which she now found herself? The ten-odd other people inside the chamber with her? The fact that the wall behind her appeared to open up directly to open space?

“This is she,” said a voice deeper and smoother than an ocean of molten chocolate. “This is the trickster’s lover.”

Darcy turned and gawked at the owner of the voice. Up on a platform in the center of the chamber stood the single biggest Asgardian she had ever seen, holding the single biggest sword she had ever seen. He gazed down at her with empty looking, unnaturally blue eyes. And he wasn’t the only one watching her. Several more Asgardian guards were in the room, as well as—Darcy actually recoiled slightly at the sight of them—five Chitauri soldiers.

“Good . . . work, Heimdall,” said a new voice, this one calm and emotionless and slow to the point of being unnerving. “Let us hope the trickster himself . . . follows shortly.”

Two figures were emerging from the shadows, one male, one female, and both equally weird looking. The man, the one who had spoken, looked to be about 50 and was wearing a weird, poofy white coat, probably to go with his weird, poofy white hair. He had a vertical black mark running down his lower lip and onto his chin, and held his arms behind his back. And behind him trailed the woman, about Darcy’s age, with magenta skin and wearing a small white dress. Oddly enough, she looked entirely uncomfortable to be in the man’s presence.

Now, Darcy Lewis had been in aplenty confusing situations in her lifetime, especially considering her usual entourage, but this definitely had to take the cake. Who were these two new weirdos? Darcy at least now knew that the giant Asgardian was Heimdall, but why was he apparently taking orders from the white-haired creep? And why in the fuck were there Chitauri on Asgard? Didn’t they work for Thanos, which therefore made them enemies?

She was about five seconds away from beginning to spew all these questions at someone, when the white-haired man withdrew his arms from behind his back and revealed an object which, in an instant, changed the name of the game entirely. For in one of his white-gloved hands, the creep held none other than Loki’s scepter.

Everything was falling into place with exceptional speed now. Loki had said Heimdall was being controlled by someone using the scepter’s magic, and here the scepter was, on Asgard, just as Loki had said it would be. And Heimdall’s uncannily blue eyes only confirmed the mind-control, Darcy now realized, remembering that particular side effect of the scepter’s influence. Going with a terrible hunch, she looked around at the eyes of the other Asgardians in the chamber, and yep, they were all the same disturbing, unnatural shade of blue. So, Darcy supposed that she finally had her answer: On the “slight trouble” to “deep shit” spectrum, she’d definitely ended up on the shittier side.

She didn’t have time to contemplate just how much shit she was in, however, as at that moment the man with the white hair approached her and performed a bow elaborate enough to put Fandral’s bows to shame five times over.

“Miss . . . Lewis,” he said, straightening out of the bow so very slowly. “Welcome to . . . Asgard.”

“And who the fuck will you be?” Darcy asked, eyeing the man distrustfully.

The man’s magenta-skinned companion gasped loudly, but the man only closed his eyes and inclined his head toward Darcy respectfully.

“I do apologize. It is . . . ah . . . impolite of me to keep you in the dark about my . . . identity, when I am clearly . . . aware of yours.” He opened his eyes, and his gaze now threatened to squash Darcy into the ground.

Darcy waited.

“My name is Taneleer Tivan. But . . . you might know me better as . . . the Collector.”
Title: Family
Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe, post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Pairings: Darcy/Loki, Jane/Thor
Rating: T (for now)
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!

Chapter 23

“Good morning, Thunder Wonder,” Darcy croaked, shutting the door behind herself as she padded out of her bedroom-slash-the not-living room, before stopping to stretch and yawn. She wondered how long Thor had been up already and if he’d felt inclined to make any breakfast.

Oddly enough, however, the blond space alien gave no answer.

“Thunder Wonder?” Darcy tried again, peering around the apartment blearily. “Thor?”

But once again, the thunder god made no sign of life.

Darcy blinked confusedly into the middle distance. She knew there was only one possible explanation for Thor’s mysterious absence, but she refused to accept it. Because never, not once, in all the months they had lived together, had Darcy woken up before the ridiculously early early bird that was the aforementioned magical Aesir prince.

And yet there was no denying the fact that Thor wasn’t up yet.

Acceptance and understanding slowly replacing surprise and confusion, Darcy resigned herself to being the first one up after all and proceeded to shuffle into the kitchen with the intention of starting a pot of coffee and pouring herself a bowl of Lucky Charms. She was in the middle of scooping the ground coffee when it finally fully hit her:

She was the first one up.

Which meant she could get up to practically anything and no one would be the wiser.

Which meant—she smirked—she had a window of opportunity.

Still smirking to herself, Darcy put away the coffee, walked to the other end of the main living area, and disappeared through the door of Loki’s bedroom, shutting it.

It had been a mutual and near-instantaneous decision on her and Loki’s part to keep their new relationship a secret:

“I just don’t feel like getting chided and lectured by Jane and Erik,” Darcy had hissed at the mischief god in the privacy of the not-living room the night of their fateful kiss on the balcony. “No offense, Jazz, but you know that’s exactly what’s gonna happen.”

“You think chiding and lectures would be unpleasant?” Loki had hissed back. “I cannot even imagine what I would get from Thor.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because he would be happy for me.”

“Oh, gross!”

And that had been the start of Darcy and Loki’s current world of knowing glances and loaded phrases, of stolen kisses and of sloppy make-out sessions in dark rooms. And of course, of being on the constant lookout for those fleeting windows of opportunity.

And Darcy had never had a window of opportunity quite like this before.

Just as she had expected, Loki was still fast asleep, his regular waking time being no earlier than 11:00 a.m. Approaching his bed, she was forced to stop and merely stare at him. She had forgotten how breathtaking he looked in his sleep. But as tempting as it was to simply stand there and watch him all morning, she had come there for something else. So, wasting no further time, she lifted a corner of Loki’s duvet and began trying to squeeze herself underneath.

Loki stirred, then groaned.

“Relax, Jazz Hands,” Darcy whispered, continuing to try to force her way through the barricade of god limbs. “It’s just me.”

“What’re you doing, Darcy?” Loki grumbled sleepily in response. “Thor—”

“Is still in bed and doesn’t know I’m here,” Darcy said. “Now shove over!”

“Ugh, Darcy, it’s way too early,” Loki moaned miserably, wrapping his duvet even closer around himself and drawing himself into an even tighter ball.

Darcy couldn’t believe it. She was lying on the very edge of Loki’s bed, half falling off, with absolutely no duvet to call her own. This called for a serious change in tactics.

So, “Too early in the morning or too early in our relationship?” she asked the mischief god innocently.

Loki actually half-opened an eye to stare at her suspiciously. “. . . Too early for what, Darcy?”

Darcy sighed, feigning impatience. “For sex of course. Why else do you think I’m here?”

Loki’s eyes snapped open in shock, and feeling utterly satisfied, Darcy burst into silent laughter. Realization rolling over him, Loki groaned and, looking unimpressed, rolled onto his other side.

“In case you have forgotten, we are trying not to get caught, Little Mortal,” Darcy heard him mumble incoherently.

“Get caught what?” Darcy asked sweetly. “Having sex?”

“Stop saying that word!” Loki snapped.

SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEX,” Darcy whispered, leaning right into the mischief god’s ear.

“Fuck off,” Loki said, pulling the duvet over his head, but Darcy could swear she saw a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he did so.

“Ohoho, someone’s a grumpy grump this morning,” the persistent mortal cooed, rolling on top of the duvet lump which Loki had become. “Chill out, Your Princelypants. I’m only here to cuddle. I mean, unless that’s too risqué for you too?”

The lump gave no response, so Darcy began to poke and prod at it.

“Really, Jazz?” she asked after several seconds of this. “When has ignoring me ever worked for you?”

The lump grumbled something in a language Darcy didn’t understand and was probably the better off for it.

“No idea what that was, but you ain’t getting rid of me that easily, Lokes,” she said in reply. “I mean, I’ve literally got all morning.”

And suddenly, something was happening. The duvet was opening up, and Darcy was being pulled underneath, all the way, until she found herself being squashed against Loki’s bare chest. Loki’s limbs wrapped around her, squeezing her to him so tightly that she couldn’t draw a breath. She squirmed, but just as she was beginning to regret everything, Loki’s body relaxed against hers, and much-needed oxygen filled her lungs. Catching her breath, she settled down with one hand against Loki’s chest, the other on his waist, and began to await her inevitable fate: slow death by overheating.

Except . . . she wasn’t hot. Because, she realized, neither was Loki. Now, Loki definitely wasn’t cold either, which was another relief, but it seemed that his body worked differently from that of any other guy with whom Darcy had had the misfortune to cuddle. Loki’s extremities, his hands and his feet, were definitely the coolest parts of his body, but his arms and legs were marginally warmer, probably the same temperature as the surrounding air. His abdomen was warmer still, but the warmest part of his body was definitely his chest, his core, just pleasantly warm, not overly so, just the proper temperature to make Darcy want to remain pressed against it forever. And having been prepared to suffer heatstroke just for the opportunity to hold her stupid interstellar crush, she was understandably ecstatic to learn that her enterprise promised to be far less deadly.

“Jazz?” she mumbled against Loki’s chest, having just thought of something.

“Yeah?”

“Could you create a projection of me still asleep in my bed? In case Thor comes looking for me after he gets up?”

“Done.”

“Thanks.”

Darcy closed her eyes, and it was at that moment that she realized she had done something that she had months ago laughed at even the idea of doing: crawled into bed with a guy with no intention other than to cuddle, and her vagina hadn’t even fallen out. She knew her past self wouldn’t have approved of such blatant sentimentality, but frankly, lying here with her head on Loki’s arm, her forehead tucked comfortably under his chin, drifting off into oblivion without a single self-doubt in her heart, she very simply didn’t give a fuck.
Title: Family
Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe, post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Pairings: Darcy/Loki, Jane/Thor
Rating: T (for now)
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 22

Darcy awoke to the sound of screaming. She sat up in her bed, wondering if she had dreamt it, but the sound came again, loud and clear and most definitely real. And then it came again. Darcy jumped out of bed.

She ran into the main living area at the same time as Loki, Thor, and Erik, all looking as if they had just rolled out of bed themselves and none looking as if they had any idea of what was happening.

“What’s going on?” Darcy asked breathlessly. “Are we under attack?”

S.E.E.R.,” Erik said, and he and Darcy rushed toward the computer bar.

But the S.E.E.R. supercomputer, which sat atop the bar and which had been ceaselessly gathering and interpreting electromagnetic data from all over the planet for several months now, was as peaceful as a tranquilized cucumber. No pulsating red points, no warning messages, no alarm.

“Maybe—” Erik began.

“Where is Jane?” Thor interrupted.

It was as if Darcy’s heart had suddenly been turned into a lump of ice. How the hell, even in all this confusion, had she not realized that Jane wasn’t with them? Her frantic eyes met Loki’s, but he looked as lost and helpless as she felt.

And then the scream came again.

“It is coming from the balcony!” Thor shouted. He raised his right hand, and in a second, Mjølnir came hurtling out of his and Jane’s bedroom. The thunder god caught the hammer without looking, then led the way to the balcony door.

No sooner was the door opened that Darcy found herself blinded by purest light. It took her eyes several moments to adjust to the sheer intensity of it, but once they did, the cause of it couldn’t have become more apparent.

The balcony, as well as every single rooftop in sight, was covered with a four-inch-thick crystal-white blanket of snow, which in the light of the rising morning sun was blazing like a myriad of luminescent diamonds.

“Guys!” squealed Jane’s voice somewhere to Darcy’s left.

The research assistant spun on the spot, and a flood of relief washed over her. There, in the snow, barefoot, wearing nothing but her PJs, stood Jane, quite safe and sound.

“My love!” Thor cried out, rushing into the snow himself and embracing his girlfriend closely. “What are you doing out here? Was it you who screamed?”

“Oh, yes, sorry, that was me,” Jane answered, grinning around at them all madly. “I got up to go pee, but then I looked outside, and—look!” She scooped snow up from the ground and began forming it into a ball in her hands. “It snowed overnight! Can you believe it? It’s the middle of March, and we finally get snow like this!” She laughed and crushed the snowball between her fingers.

“So you are all right?” Thor asked her blankly.

“Oh, absolutely!” she replied.

Darcy smiled in amusement. As much as she wanted to facepalm at the fact that Jane had nearly given them all heart attacks over snow, she nevertheless had to admit that the Boss Lady definitely had a point about one thing: Until now, in all the previous winter months combined, they had gotten less than a single inch of snow, all of which had melted as soon as it had hit the ground.

“Jane . . . my love . . . you need to come inside before you get frostbite,” Thor said gently, beginning to lead Jane back into the apartment.

“No . . . .” Jane said, looking anguished. “Not inside . . . . We need to go outside. Out onto the street! Come with me, guys? Please?

“As long as you dress for the weather, I will absolutely come with you,” Thor said, finally managing to get the overexcited scientist back inside the apartment.

“Erik? Darcy? Loki?” Jane asked, looking between the three of them hopefully.

“Sorry, my dear,” Erik said, shutting the balcony door behind Jane and Thor, “but I have to start getting ready for work now. I teach all day on Fridays, remember?”

“Oh,” Jane said, her face falling. “Right.”

“But Loki and I will go!” Darcy chimed in quickly.

“You will?” Jane asked, brightening instantly.

“We will?” Loki said, less than eagerly.

Yes, we will,” Darcy hissed pointedly.

“Great!” Jane said, beaming again. “Then go snowsuit up, everyone!”

Giggling at Jane’s enthusiasm, Darcy returned to her bedroom to get dressed. She didn’t own a snowsuit, had never really needed one, and she figured she could make do without one now too. So, slipping out of her booty shorts and tank top, she pulled on a red blouse, a chocolate-brown cardigan, and her favorite pair of skinny jeans, and returned to the main living area to join Loki, Jane, and Thor, who were already in the hallway, putting on their coats and boots. Darcy grabbed her own gray toggle coat from its hook and threw it on, followed by brown leather boots, a blue scarf, and her signature magenta beanie.

“Everyone ready?” Jane asked excitedly.

There was a murmur of agreement from the group.

Then what are we waiting for?” Jane demanded, and then proceeded to usher everyone out of the flat.

They took the elevator down to the main-floor lobby, Jane looking more and more excited with every passing moment, and as soon as the elevator doors slid open, the astrophysicist in question practically sprinted to the main door, with Darcy just behind her and Thor and Loki bringing up the rear. Jane swung the glass door open and ran onto the sidewalk beyond . . . and then got dowsed by a shower of muddy slush thrown into the air by the tires of a passing double-decker.

“Oh, no . . . .” Darcy muttered, coming to a stop beside Jane. And she wasn’t talking about the fact that Jane was currently dripping dirty slush water from her head to her toe.

No, what she was referring to was the fact that there was no snow on the ground. Or rather, there was, but the mild temperature and the combination of the pedestrian traffic on the sidewalk and the vehicular traffic on the street had turned it into a slushy mess the exact consistency of porridge.

“Well then,” Jane said, wiping her face with the sleeve of her jacket and sniffing wetly.

“Oh, that is too bad, my love,” Thor said sympathetically, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“There’s always next winter . . . .” Darcy attempted hopefully. “Who knows, we might even get more snow than this!”

“Yes, only for it to get trampled and get turned into mush within five minutes of it falling,” Jane retorted bitterly.

“I don’t understand,” Loki said, looking confused. “Why not just go onto the rooftop? There wouldn’t have been any foot traffic up there whatsoever.”

Darcy, Jane, and Thor turned and stared at him, then at each other.

“Damn, that’s smart,” Darcy said.

“Can’t believe I didn't think of that,” Jane muttered.

“What would we do without you, Brother?” Thor exclaimed.

Loki smirked. “I do not know, Thunder Wonder. I do not know.”

On their way back inside, they met Erik in the lobby, on his way out.

“Jane, what happened?” he asked immediately. “You look like you went for a swim in a muddy puddle.”

Jane’s eyes slowly narrowed into slits, but then, out of nowhere, she smiled sweetly. “You’re taking the bus to the university, right, Erik?” she asked.

“I am,” Erik answered.

Jane’s smile grew wider. “One just went by, but I'm sure the next one will be here soon. Have fun!”

“Er . . . thanks, Jane?” Erik said, looking very confused.

“You're welcome, buddy!” Jane answered happily, patting Erik on the shoulder and then proceeding toward the elevator.

Darcy, Loki, and Thor followed, with Darcy muttering to Erik as she passed, “It's a trap.”

Once back in the apartment, Jane decided that she had better change her jacket before continuing up onto the roof. Meanwhile, Loki started taking off his boots.

“Uh, what do you think you’re doing?” Darcy asked him immediately.

“I’m not going up there,” Loki replied.

“But you’re the one who suggested it!” Darcy cried out indignantly.

“Exactly,” Loki said. “So I have played my part in making Jane happy.”

“Yes, but don’t you want to go out in the snow?” Darcy pressed on.

“Not particularly,” Loki answered.

“Wait,” Darcy said, something finally clicking in her brain. “Are you telling me you don’t like snow?”

“It is not my favorite thing in the universe, no.”

“But you’re a Frost Giant!” Darcy exclaimed incredulously. “How can you possibly not like snow?”

Loki shrugged. “I don’t know. I just never did.”

“Do not lie, Brother,” Thor, who had apparently been listening in on Darcy and Loki’s entire conversation, interjected suddenly. “You adored playing in the snow back when we were children. Or have you forgotten all the snow forts and snowmen we built?”

“Perhaps I have not so much forgotten as suppressed those memories, after learning of my true heritage in the way that I did,” Loki responded scathingly.

“Oh, come on, Queen Elsa,” Darcy cooed. “Don’t you wanna build a snowmaaaaan?

Loki scowled at her, but then his scowl turned into a smirk. “How badly do you want me to go up there with you?”

Darcy sighed. “What do you want?”

“For you to never call me ‘Queen Elsa’ again.”

“That’s not fair.”

Loki began studying his fingernails lazily. “That’s the deal. Take it or leave it.”

“You strike a hard bargain, Loki Odinson,” Darcy said accusingly.

Loki continued to study his fingernails. altogether indifferent.

Fine,” Darcy said, after several seconds. “I will never call you ‘Queen Elsa’ again . . .” She paused. “. . . Your Princelypants.”

Loki’s eyes snapped up from his nails and proceeded to attempt to burn a hole in Darcy’s soul. “I dislike you. Strongly,” he informed her.

“I know,” Darcy said, grinning triumphantly.

Just as Loki had predicted, the snow up on the roof was damn near immaculate, with the morning sun bathing the rooftop in bright, warm light. It was such a happy scene that Darcy could almost forget what had happened the last time that she and Loki had been up here.

Squealing happily, Jane leaped forward into the snow, then collapsed backward into it and began producing a vigorous snow angel. Darcy couldn’t help but chuckle at the Boss Lady’s childlike overenthusiasm again.

“You know, Jane, I never have understood your obsession with the white stuff,” she said to the thrashing scientist with an amused grin.

“That would be because you were raised in North Carolina,” Jane responded matter-of-factly, continuing her ridiculous limb-flailing. “Doesn’t it only snow three days per year there? I, on the other hand, was born in Vermont. This is my element.”

“That is fair,” Darcy conceded.

“What is it that you are doing, my love?” Thor asked, walking over and looking both curious and slightly concerned.

“I’m making a snow angel!” Jane answered proudly. “See?” She got up off the ground and gestured at the shape she had created in the snow.

“Oh!” Thor said, understanding washing over him, and he smiled. “Yes, I see it!”

“Come make one with me!” Jane said excitedly, taking Thor by the hand and dragging him off to another untouched patch of snow.

As Jane and Thor flopped backward into the snow and began making two more highly energetic snow angels, Darcy walked back to where Loki stood alone by the trap door.

“You really aren’t enjoying yourself, are you?” she asked him, feeling slightly bad. But only slightly.

“I can think of about a thousand things that I would rather be doing right now,” he answered, kicking at the snow with the toe of one of his Asgardian boots, as if challenging it to be more interesting.

Darcy could think of about a thousand things that she would rather be doing right now, too, all of them to Loki on her bed and none of them involving him wearing the black peacoat that he was currently wearing, no matter how sexy he looked in it. Before she got too sad and horny, however, Darcy retrieved her mind from the gutter where it was wallowing and directed it at other things.

“So you really don’t wanna build a snowman?” she asked the mischief god, fighting back a smirk.

“I do not,” Loki said dispassionately.

“What about making a snow angel?”

Absolutely not.”

“How about just walking around the roof for a little bit?”

“No.”

Darcy rubbed her chin, thinking. “Oh, I know! An epic snowball fight. You and I against Jane and Thor!”

“Sorry,” Loki began, “not interes-”

A snowball sailed past Darcy and hit Loki in the chest, leaving a large white mark on his black coat. Loki looked down at it, his expression as indifferent as ever, while Darcy spun around to see who it was who had the death wish.

Jane was standing some distance behind her, her hands over her mouth in shock, with Thor, laughing soundlessly, standing beside her.

The astrophysicist threw her hands up in the air, palms forward, in surrender. “I’m so sorry! I was trying to hit Darcy—”

Loki ignored her and simply brushed the snow from his peacoat nonchalantly. “As I was saying, I have no interest in having a snowball—”

The second snowball hit Loki in the shoulder, considerably more forcefully than the first.

Darcy saw Loki’s eye twitch, and spun around again to see who had the death wish this time around.

“Do not worry, Darcy!” Thor yelled at her, grinning. “My aim was true!”

—I have no interest in having a snowball fi-” Loki blurted out all at once, but was once again interrupted as a third snowball flew over Darcy and skimmed the top of his head.

“Ooh, so close, my love!” Darcy heard Thor exclaim behind her, as Jane burst out laughing.

Loki’s eye was twitching uncontrollably now. His hands balled into fists, and Darcy could suddenly feel that all-familiar tingly aura of magic emanating from him.

“I’ve had quite enough of this childish tomfoolery,” the disgruntled god ground out through clenched teeth. “You can call me whatever you want, Darcy. I am leaving.”

Darcy watched it happen as though it were in slow motion. Loki turned and took a step back toward the trapdoor, at the same time as a fourth snowball came whizzing through the air. Before Loki could have time to react, the snowball collided very audibly with his bare ear.

Loki stopped, and a deathly silence descended upon the rooftop. For a second, nobody spoke or moved. Then, slowly, emotionlessly, Loki wiped the snow from the side of his head and said, “You are about to regret this, Brother.”

With a surge in his magical aura, the mischief god extended his hand in front of him, palm up, and awestruck, Darcy watched him begin to perform a type of magic which she had never seen him perform before: A small, silvery something began forming in the air a couple of inches above the god’s palm, growing bigger and more solid with every second, and soon enough, Darcy realized exactly what he was making: a solid, snowball-sized ice ball.

“Oh, shit,” she said, then, laughing and screaming, she ran toward Jane and Thor.

Loki hurled the ice ball at the thunder god, not by throwing it, Darcy noticed, but by telekinetically propelling it through the air with such speed and accuracy that Thor was barely able to duck out of its way in time. And Loki was already making himself a replacement. But Thor was quicker once again, actually throwing himself to the ground to get out of the way of the incoming projectile.

Loki formed himself another ice ball, but this time, he didn’t fire it off straight away. Instead, he allowed it to simply hover above the open palm of his right hand, as he appeared to rethink his strategy.

Thor, having picked himself up off the ground, stood at the ready. “Will you be all right, Brother?” he yelled out happily. “Or should I call upon Clint Barton to help you with your aim?”

Loki smirked, and Darcy knew that Thor had just made a grave mistake. And indeed, the next moment, Loki had his left hand out in front of him as well and was magically forming four more ice balls.

Suddenly, Thor didn’t look so cocky.

The ice balls were fully formed within seconds, and before Thor could so much as blink, Loki was bombarding him like an artillerist in a warzone. Thor dodged the first ice ball, ducked out of the way of the second, miraculously avoided the third, and performed a feat of acrobatics that Darcy had previously thought not Aesirly possible to avoid contact with the fourth.

The fifth ball hit him square in the forehead, disintegrating upon impact.

The light behind Thor’s eyes dimmed. He wobbled on the spot, and then fell over backward, spreadeagle.

“Thor!” Jane screamed, and she and Darcy rushed toward the fallen warrior.

But Thor was already getting up from the ground, rubbing his forehead and laughing heartily. “Nice shot, Brother!” he exclaimed.

“Thanks,” Loki said smugly. “Now, have we all had enough? May we be adults now and go back inside?”

“Yes,” Thor said soberly. “Let us go.”

As Loki turned toward the trapdoor again, Thor looked at Darcy and Jane and hissed, “Quick! Throw more snowballs at him!”

“You just read my mind, Thunder Wonder,” Darcy said, with a smirk that could put the mischief god himself to shame.

“We must be on the same wavelength,” Jane said, smiling darkly.

The three snowballs hit Loki in the ass, in the inside of the knee, and in the back of the head.

Are you joking me?” Loki bellowed, twisting around.

And that was the beginning of the single greatest snowball fight in Darcy’s life.

“Three against one?” Loki demanded, dodging a subsequent volley of snowballs from Darcy, Jane, and Thor. “Really?”

“You have magic!” Darcy yelled in response. “So this is more than fair!”

And she had a good point, because it wasn’t long before Loki was the one dominating the game. His magically propelled snowballs had far better aim than any of Darcy, Jane, or Thor’s, and the ice balls that he produced especially for Thor had the thunder god dodging for his life most of the time, rather than firing shots. Meanwhile, Jane’s frantic attempts at defending her celestial boyfriend had her missing about 90 percent of her shots, no doubt thanks to the near-panicked state she was in, which left Darcy as the only person on her team who was putting up any kind of real fight at all.

She was covered in snow from all the times she’d already been hit (her clumsiness and general lack of coordination made dodging Loki’s snowballs practically impossible for her), and she couldn’t throw very hard (sports involving copious amounts of throwing, like softball, had never been her forte), but she was pleased to see that the majority of her shots still found their mark. In fact, thanks to her, Loki was covered in almost as much snow as she was. But he was still winning by a mile.

And then Thor caught one of the ice balls.

It was like something out of an action movie: Time seemed to slow down again, as Loki fired four more ice balls at Thor in quick succession. But this time, Thor was quicker. Simultaneously, Darcy and Jane teamed up for a sudden sneak attack, and in the split second that it took Loki to duck out of the way of their incoming snowballs, Thor fired the ice ball, a true Hail Mary shot.

With a burst of ice dust, the ball found its target, hitting Loki in his left shin, just below his kneecap and right above where his boot ended. Howling with pain, Loki clutched at the place where the ball had hit him and collapsed sideways onto the ground.

Darcy, Jane, and Thor cheered loudly.

“How are you doing over there, Brother?” Thor called out to the motionless form. “Just say you surrender, and this can be over right now!”

Slowly, shakily, Loki got back to his feet. “Never,” he hissed, his eyes like snake slits.

And the battle resumed, with Loki fighting like a true maniac now. But he no longer dared use ice balls, which put him at a considerable disadvantage compared to round one. Thor, no longer fearing for his life, was now able to throw three times as many snowballs at Loki as he had been beforehand. Jane, no longer fearing for Thor’s life either, was able to throw her snowballs with a much higher level of accuracy. Unfortunately, however, their gameplan appeared to focus more on throwing as many snowballs as quickly as possible rather than on taking the time to actually aim, so even though Loki was getting hit considerably more than he had been getting hit the first time around, he still wasn’t getting hit nearly as much as Darcy wanted to see him get hit. So she decided to apply a bit more strategy to her game than Jane and Thor were applying to theirs.

Choosing moments when Loki would be particularly distracted thanks to having to dodge simultaneous snowball volleys from both Jane and Thor, she would fire off a single, meticulously aimed, snowball at the mischief god and thus nearly always hit her target. This went on for quite some time, until finally, after three consecutive snowballs of Darcy’s had managed to hit Loki right in the head, the mischief god turned to her and said seethingly, “Do you think I don’t know what you’re doing, Little Mortal?”

“I dunno,” Darcy answered haughtily. “Do I? Because if you did know what I’m doing, I’m assuming you’d have already done something about—”

When she saw the massive snowball appear like from behind a shimmering veil as if flew toward her, it was far too late. She didn’t even have time to think about ducking as it collided with her face, going into her mouth and behind her glasses and in her hair and sending her flying onto her ass, blinded, her glasses ultimately tumbling into the snow.

There was much yelling and screaming on Jane and Thor’s part, and then they were pulling Darcy back to her feet. Thor was wiping her face with his mittens, Jane was recovering her glasses from the snow and wiping them on her jacket, and then, once Darcy’s glasses, undamaged, had been returned to her face, there was much glaring in the direction of the mischief god.

“That was dirty, Loki,” Jane said accusingly. “Very dirty.”

“And you will pay for it,” Thor said threateningly.

Let’s finish this,” Darcy announced, cracking her knuckles.

“I don’t understand what you are all so upset about,” Loki said, smiling nonchalantly from his position by the trapdoor. “Darcy did say that I am allowed to use my magic. To make it fair. Didn’t you, Little Mortal?” As he spoke, he formed four ice balls in midair, and then, with a smirk, he rendered them invisible.

“Bring it on, Jazz Hands,” Darcy whispered.

She would regret saying that less than ten minutes later. Now, she wasn’t sure if Loki had simply forgotten about his invisibility power until now, or if he’d been saving his best ability for last, or if he’d just wanted to give her, Jane, and Thor false hope, but the fact remained that while using this ability, the mischief god was more powerful than ever before. With there no longer being a threat of Thor catching the ice balls, he had had brought them back, and any and all snowballs being fired and Darcy and Jane were also being rendered invisible.

There was one disadvantage to this new technique of Loki’s however: He couldn’t see his projectiles either, and Darcy, Jane, and Thor had discovered early on into round three that if the three of them just moved around a lot, it greatly compromised the trickster’s aim. But it was exhausting. And despite their best efforts, they were still getting hit and hit hard. And really, the more that Darcy thought about it, the more she realized that their prognosis was hopeless: She and Jane would be out of the game soon, due to exhaustion alone. Thor would keep going, but in the end, he would still never be a match for Loki’s magic. Unavoidably, Loki would win. Hell, he had already won.

Unless . . . .

Darcy’s idea was crazy. It also had a 99.9 percent chance of failure. But it was their only hope of even possibly defeating the God of Mischief.

So, without a word to Jane and Thor, the bespectacled brunette dropped the snowball which she had been in the process of forming, raised her arms to eye level in order to protect her face from the pummeling that would surely come, and ran full speed at the mischief god.

At first, just as she had guessed he would, Loki tried to impede her progress by bombarding her with a series of snowballs. But after hitting his target five times with absolutely no effect, the trickster ceased his attack and simply awaited Darcy’s arrival with a mildly curious look on his face.

Darcy slammed into his chest and began pushing him with all her might toward the edge of the rooftop which overhung their balcony.

“Little Mortal, may I inquire as to what you are attempting to do?” Loki asked her politely several seconds later, not having budged a single inch.

“I’m going to push you off the roof!” Darcy huffed in response, her feet sliding on the spot as she continued to strain against the mischief god. “It is the only way to defeat you!”

“I see,” Loki said nonchalantly. “Here, let me help you with that.”

To Darcy’s shock, Loki began to walk backwards, allowing Darcy to push him closer and closer to the edge of the roof. But just when she thought that he would really let her push him off, he came to a stop, his heels two inches from the edge. Clasping his hands behind his back, he became an immovable boulder once more.

“Almost . . . there,” Darcy heaved, continuing to push and shove with all the strength she had left, which wasn’t much: Inevitably, she was beginning to succumb to the exhaustion she had been dreading.

Which wasn’t as bad as the other feeling to which she was succumbing.

Physical activity, adrenaline rushes, and, above all, competition had always culminated in one thing for her: the extreme desire to fuck someone. And right now, that someone was Loki. And currently being plastered to his chest was definitely not helping.

“I most graciously accept your surrender,” Loki said cheekily from somewhere above her head about a minute later.

“You . . . suck,” Darcy groaned, finally slumping, spent, against Loki’s chest.

“About time,” Loki said smugly. “This was getting rather tedi-”

Something slammed into Darcy’s back, knocking the breath out of her and pancaking her even further against Loki’s chest. Oh, shit, Darcy thought, her body going into full proximity alert mode. Oh, no.

“I got you, girl,” Jane said from behind her, pushing with surprising strength against Darcy and Loki both. “We can finish this.”

But Loki might’ve had a stronger reaction to Jane’s arrival if she had been a butterfly. “Jane, while I am impressed with your spirit,” he was saying lazily, “I must inform you that your and Darcy’s endeavor is quite futile. I weigh thrice as much as a mortal man. The power it would take to push me off the edge of this rooftop . . . .” He trailed off. Then: “Thor, what are you doing?” Serious concern in his voice now: “Thor, don’t even think about it!” And finally, panic: “Brother, stop!

The next thing Darcy knew, her ribcage was cracking, and then she and Loki were flying through the air—

Darcy!” Jane shrieked, and Darcy felt the Boss Lady’s hands grabbing at the back of her coat, holding on, and then Jane was screaming even harder, and Darcy knew she was falling too . . . .

“My love, I have got you!” Thor’s voice and Jane no longer screaming, and Darcy feeling her coat slip out of Jane’s hands. Uninhibited freefall now, and Loki’s arms coming up and around her, and Darcy drawing herself instinctively into a ball, and then—

Impact.

“Darcy!” Jane screamed again, her voice carrying from somewhere high above. “Are you okay?”

Good question, Darcy thought to herself, her eyes shut tight in fear of what she would discover once she did open them. She didn’t feel as if she’d injured herself, which was a start. She could also tell that she had landed on her elbows and knees, with her head down, on top of something more-or-less soft.

And then the soft thing moaned.

Darcy’s eyes snapped open. Carefully lifting her head, she proceeded to look around.

She was crouching on top of Loki, his arms still wrapped protectively around her. (Oh, shit. Oh, no.) The mischief god himself was lying flat on his back on top of their balcony, onto which they had just fallen. As for Jane and Thor, Darcy figured that they must still be up on the rooftop.

And then it occurred to her that Loki wasn’t moving or saying anything.

“Jazz?” she asked hesitantly. “You . . . . You all right?”

“I will be as soon as you get your knee out of my crotch,” Loki croaked.

“Oh!” Darcy said, immediately sitting up and adjusting her position. But now she was sitting on top of Loki, straddling him. Oh, no.

“Are you okay, Darcy?” Jane’s worried voice came again from up on the rooftop.

“They are fine, Jane.” Thor’s voice this time, knowing. “Come. We still have a snowman to build.” And Thor and Jane’s footfalls faded away across the rooftop.

Finally, Loki sat up as well, Darcy sliding down into his lap. Their faces were inches apart. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

“Are you planning to get off me, or . . . ?” Loki asked, raising an eyebrow lazily.

“Yeah, for sure,” Darcy replied, “but first . . . revenge, motherfucker!” And then she scooped up two great handfuls of wet snow and shoved them in Loki’s face.

Loki sighed, shutting his eyes against the onslaught of snow but otherwise doing nothing. “Yes, I suppose I deserve that.”

“I am literally rubbing my revenge into your face right now,” Darcy said enthusiastically, continuing to pick up handfuls of snow and mash them into Loki’s face.

“You are a clever mortal, I’ll give you that,” Loki ground out.

“Now I understand what the Klingons meant when they said revenge is a dish best served cold,” Darcy said, forcing snow into Loki’s mouth.

“I bet you do,” Loki choked.

“I could do this all day!” Darcy exclaimed happily.

“But you won’t,” Loki said, finally catching a hold of Darcy’s wrists and bringing her snowy assault to an indisputable halt.

For a second, Darcy just stared at him. Then she attempted to free herself of his grasp, but it accomplished nothing. This made her angry. And seriously aroused. Which made her even angrier. “Let me go, Loki,” she then practically growled at the mischief god.

“As you wish, Miss Lewis,” Loki answered, and let go of Darcy’s wrists.

And suddenly Darcy couldn’t hold back any longer. Taking Loki’s face in her hands, she leaned forward and desperately pressed her lips to his.

It was simultaneously everything and nothing like she had thought it would be. Loki’s lips were soft, as they had been when he had brushed them against her knuckles atop the rooftop on New Year’s Eve, but they were also so cold and wet that the contact had initially shocked her, although she didn’t know what she’d expected, considering she’d basically just bathed the god’s entire face in wet, icy snow.

For a glorious six seconds, Darcy had absolutely no control of herself. But then the reality of what she was doing hit her like a bucketful of cold water, and in a panic, she pulled away.

Fear gripped her like a steel vise. Was this it? Had she just sacrificed her perfectly satisfactory friendship with Loki for one dumb kiss? She searched the god’s face for the answers she was so desperately seeking, but it was a mask. And damn it all if he didn’t look more beautiful to her now than he had ever looked before, his black hair never so stark against his pale skin, his eyes never so blue.

And then she saw it, in his eyes: a storm. An emotional tempest. A battle within his own soul that seemed to be causing him so much turmoil, Darcy was momentarily struck dumb by the sheer intensity of it. For one blissful moment, she even forgot she might be seconds away from losing him.

“Fuck it,” the god said suddenly, and the next thing Darcy knew, his hands were in her hair and she was being pulled against his body, against his mouth. She could hardly understand what was happening. Their lips collided with insatiable hunger, and Darcy moaned against Loki’s mouth, overwhelmed with desire. Her hands, previously unoccupied, found their way to the small of Loki’s back and pulled him, if possible, even closer. Loki seemed to approve, as he responded with a throaty growl, his mouth opening to her own. Taking this to be an invitation, Darcy eagerly returned the favor, and moments later Loki’s powerful tongue was slowly and skillfully caressing hers.

Drowning in his taste, Darcy found that she no longer cared about understanding.

In fact, she found that she no longer cared about anything.
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.

Also, I MISS LOST SO MUCH I LOVED THE FINALE I CAN'T WAIT TO DO A REWATCH ONCE I GET AN HDTV AND THE SERIES ON BLU-RAY.

HAPPY EARLY HALLOWEEN!
  • 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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My pleasure! I love all your Doc/Susan stuff! :)
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Thanks have read any of my fanfics on  fanfiction.net?
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