“I always knew you were kinky,” Darcy replied, her voice a bit muffled from said fangs. Loki looked down at her, his eyes having been studying the far wall.
“Well obviously. I wear leather and metal every day. It’s not a fashion statement I make just because it looks appealing,” he informed her. “But that is not what I meant at this point in time, though we will be revisiting it.”
It was Halloween night, the Tower was decked out for the massive party Tony was throwing, and she was stuck in a sublevel storage room with the God of Mischief himself. On top of that, because of his punishment for invading New York three years earlier, he was still without magic.
“Oh, well, hard enough to be fun but not hard enough for whatever you’re thinking,” Darcy answered.
“I suppose that means we’re stuck here until someone notices we’re missing, then,” he added.
Darcy pouted. “Great, I was really looking forward to getting my drink on.”
“Perhaps a consultation?” Loki asked and Darcy looked up to find him that much closer, looking down at her with sultry smirk. “A continuation of our previous conversation.”
Darcy ran her eyes over him, then mirrored his smirk and gave him a nod. “That could work for me.”
Sooo, a few years ago (somewhere in 2012), I wrote a lot, a lot, of Tasertricks fics. I had put some of them in a oneshot collection, and it was pretty rad. Then somewhere in 2014 I made a sudden decision and deleted it.
I’ve since reread this collection and, after some light edits, decided to post it back up. For good this time, hooray! If tasertricks oneshots are your bag, feel free to read this collection 😉
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