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December 28 – “Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” Tasertricks for @party-in-the-blue-box

“Loki, this is your fault!” Jane jabbed him sharply in the ribs. He looked down his nose at her.

“That seems to be a very common refrain among you Midgardians,” he sneered.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” Her eyes narrowed. “It’s your use of magic that led Hydra to us, and then you only grabbed me and not Darcy before you poofed out again!”

“Teleported, not poofed,” Loki shrugged irritably. “How was I to know that the other human was of use to you?”

Jane growled. Loki actually found himself taking a small step back. “Fine. Fine! I will go and get it.”

“HER! Her name is Darcy!” Jane shouted after him as he disappeared again in a puff of green smoke. “I am so getting Thor to hit you with Mjolnir when he gets here,” she muttered under her breath, starting to pace up and down.

Loki found the little mortal strapped down to a makeshift hospital bed in one of Hydra’s facilities. “Oh, this is distasteful,” he looked around, making a face. Sent the two lab-coated technicians who tried to rush him flying with a flick of his fingers; they both hit the wall hard and lay still.

“Darcy,” he leaned over the bed, reaching to unfasten the Velcro straps holding her down. “Can you hear me?”

Blue eyes opened, but her stare was unfocused, vague. “Hey, hot stuff,” she slurred at him. “Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?”

Startled, Loki blinked down at her. “I rescue Midgardian maidens in distress, it appears,” he said. “What did they give you, little one?”

“Dunno. Feel sleepy. Take me to bed, stud, or lose me forever.” She smiled dreamily, held her arms out towards him.

“I think sleep is probably what you need,” Loki said, “and a medical facility. A proper one.” He sighed. He was going to have to call in a favor from Stark, he just knew it. Gently, he lifted the little mortal into his arms. She tucked her face against his throat and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“You smell nice,” Darcy mumbled vaguely.

Loki realized, rather to his discomfort, that she smelled nice too. He had an ominous feeling that the grip she had around his neck wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

Somehow, he found he didn’t mind at all.