simplyalexeicosplay:

Have I ever told you guys how much I adore tasertricks? I mean I love it to the point of near obsession. I made these edits based on one of my favorite tasertricks fanfics; “Beautiful Lie” by lokishorcrux. #fanart #fanfic #fanfiction #otp #marvel #darcylewis #loki #lokilaufeyson #beautifullie #lokishorcrux

Random 12 days of Christmas? Yes? 1st DOC: 1 disgruntled God of Mischief in a christmas sweater. Darcy tells him he looks adorable, but Loki wants to destroy the thing because he is horribly offended that Darcy gave him a red sweater and not a green one. Darcy thinks that’s hilarious and makes a christmas card with a glowering Loki on the front, red background and all, just to send it to Thor and Jane – ur secret santa ⭐

friggassons:

yes to ALL of this. I love that loki wouldn’t even take issue
with the ugly christmas sweater thing… it’s cool, he’s got a sense of humour (and a sense of fashion, but he’s good, really, he can wear that sweater… ironically… he can be Fun like these
weird aesthetically-challenged earthlings) and apparently “ornamentary, my dear
watt-son” is some huge inside joke on Midgard. it’s not even the cheap battery-powered
lights sewn along the hem. (even if it is tacky and loki’s charm-work is so
much more elegant)

a red sweater, though?
no, see, that crosses a line. that’s thor’s colour and… loki is not wearing that, never ever. ever. ever.

loki has to get rid of this sweater, like, yesterday.

he imagines various graphic yarn-filled deaths. maybe he could accidentally
set the thing on fire (“standing too close to the stove, couldn’t possibly be
helped”) or taunt the cat with it in the hopes that it’ll get ripped to shreds.

all to no avail, though. loki is left posing for a christmas card
next to a very smug-looking darcy

(he doesn’t exactly make an effort to hide
his discontent, but his mood improves significantly when the possessive lil ass
sees that darcy is wearing green… “because
it looks good on me” and yes, yes it does…)

mischiefslady:

soothsayerstale:

It’s raining outside ☔

So I saw this earlier today and it sparked a little something:

Darcy lay curled up under the covers and watched the rain fall steadily out the window.  She’d been up all night, thoughts of Loki consuming her.  Was he ok? What punishment did Odin devise for him?  Why the hell was Thor taking so long to come back and tell her he was ok? Why did he have to go in the first place?  

She tried to distract herself and listen to her iPod but all the music seemed to hold references to Loki and so she tossed it back on the night stand.   Blinking back a few frustrated tears, Darcy rolled over and turned her thoughts to the last year with Loki.

When Thor brought him back to New York City to make amends, she felt nothing but apathy towards him.  Then he ended up in the lab with her and Jane and Stark.  Turned out that Loki was not only hella fine and more dangerous than anyone she’d ever met, he was also highly intelligent.  He was her ideal man wrapped up in leather and metal.

As time passed they fell into a pattern of debating a wide range of topics.  These debates became legendary. Even Stark bowed out a time or two when things became uncomfortably heated between them.  Loki never gave in and she was just as stubborn.  It was only a matter of time before the sparks between them burst into flames.  

As a matter of fact, their first time together was in the lab.  Darcy sighed at the memory of Loki tossing her onto the desk.  He’d called her a shrew even as he tossed up her skirt and yanked down her panties, promising her he’d give her something to truly scream about. She had been soaking wet for him already.  The shocked look on his face was priceless and she laughed.  Then he buried his face between her thighs, and kept true to his word.

Somehow a relationship began between them after that and it didn’t take long for her to fall in love with Loki.  She never told him though, couldn’t because they both knew he’d be returning to Asgard.  She thought that was the safe thing to do.  The right thing.  

Only now, her throat ached with words left unsaid and she hated it.  She hated that Thor hadn’t returned yet.  She hated that her worry increased with every hour that went by.  

But mostly, she hated that Loki was gone and she had no clue when – or if – he would ever return.

Leaving it open for anyone who might want to pick this up and write Loki’s POV. @soothsayerstale @concavepatterns @howdidthisevenhappenanyway​ or anyone. 🙂