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