Ayy, milestone prompt here :) Darcy/Loki, and fire? xxxxx love youuuuuuu

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Pairing: Loki/Darcy Lewis

Rating: G

Loki’s jaw clenched as the Muspelheim guards led him closer to Darcy’s cell. Her cage. He could see her through the wavering flames, balled up on the rock floor with her face hidden beneath the hood of her sweater.

“This was unnecessary,” Loki bit out.

The guard to his right, a towering and smoldering creature with eyes like black stars, shrugged. It spoke with a sparking, spitting tongue.

“This is a luxury by our prison standards, princeling.”

Loki turned back to the image of Darcy flickering through fire and clenched his fists beneath his sleeves. He had been a king. Now princeling. And he wasn’t for a moment convinced that Surtr, King of the realm and supposed ally—after the demand for negotiations with Thor that had gotten Darcy kidnapped in the first place—hadn’t been perfectly aware that it was a Bad Idea to put a Midgardian in a cage of fire. Realm standards or not.

“The gesture is noted,” Loki managed to say, and let his tone speak to the nature of the ‘note’. “May I retrieve our ambassador now?”

“At your convenience,” the guard hissed, stepping back.

The flames remained intact. Ah. Very well then. He strode through, fighting the urge to flinch and losing it as he crossed the threshold. It was a damn oven inside, worse than the Muspelheim deserts. Darcy was limp as he lifted her from the floor, his fingers tracing at her wrists and temple. Her pulse was fluttering but her skin was raw and dry, lips chewed and chapped.

He had a choice. He could toss her over his shoulder like he would any other one of Thor’s mortal friends. Or…He cradled her against his chest, pressing her forehead to his neck and cooling his skin to provide some relief. When he turned, the flames parted in a doorway.

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