Pre-Thor(2011) Totally AU, possibly cracky
Loki decides to become more powerful than Thor by gaining “followers” on Midgard. After spending some time on the realm he has learned the basics of social media, but mastering it and the local culture is taking too long! He decides to hire a minion from the nearby University. That minion is Darcy.
He explains that his mission is to become more popular and powerful than his elder brother using social media, and that they will have near limitless resources at their disposal. He never hides his identity but Darcy (at the beginning) thinks he is simply an eccentric foreginer, who is very into his ‘God of mischief’ persona.
Darcy makes Loki into an internet star via epic prank videos to start with. Then she tells him that he could grow his fan base more if he had some kind of political message or charity that he was supporting.
So Loki, who started all this as part of his sibling rivalry ends up doing some epic amount of good (because he is a god with magic powers who never does anything by halves) without really intending to and it changes him. He becomes all about the cause and forgets why he was here in the first place.
Then Thor comes to take him home for reasons (maybe a battle?) and everyone is like ‘Woah!’ Loki is stupidly powerful all of a sudden from his hundreds of millions of ‘followers’ compared to a few thousand for the rest of the gods.
The Aesir are all forced to eat humble pie.
++The cause would be something close to his heart like LBQT rights/representation, child abuse prevention, sexual assult survivors, etc.
I would love it if somebody wanted to actually write this as a fic, just tag me so I can read and adore it lol ❤
Tag: fanfic
Storyteller On My Skin
Your soulmate couldn’t lie to you, but they could lie to everyone else and those lies would show up on your skin.
[Loki/Darcy] [Soulmate AU]
Darcy learned to lie from a very young age.
When she was younger, she didn’t understand the strange stories that were scrawled along her skin. She didn’t understand her mother’s insistence on covering her skin or why she told so many tales about it.
“My Darcy, she just gets so cold.”
“She has a little rash, I want to keep it covered.”
“She’s sick. I want her to sweat out her fever.”
She didn’t understand why her mother would say such things. Not until she learned about soulmates. Not until she learned the stories on her skin were lies from her soulmate. Not until she learned that most people didn’t have paragraphs of lies on their skin. Not until she learned that her mother was embarrassed for her.
Can I request see your breath with Darcy and Loki. :)
Her breath hit his face in a white cloud of warmth that quickly dissipated into the chilled air around them.
His own temperature wasn’t helping matters, but Darcy wasn’t shivering, so it wasn’t hurting them either.
Loki moved closer to her, revelling in the warmth as she panted against him, smiling as his arms snuck around her waist to hold her in place. “What is it?” she asked, her grin widening.
“You’re so warm,” he murmured, ducking down to kiss her lips, jolting when his tongue met hers. Hot and smooth, she carressed his softly before breaking off the kiss.
“Are you cold?” she asked. “Colder than usual? Too cold?”
“I’m always too cold,” he said, his voice no more than a whisper. “But I never wanted for warmth until you.”
What did I do today instead of working? Tried to learn how to do mood thingies. Aesthetics? I don’t know the difference because I’m lame. Anyway, lesson learned: leave this stuff to people who have patience and artistic sensibilities, because I do not.
Darcy: So you died. But you came back. Again.
Loki: You make me sound like a one trick pony.
Darcy: Do you remember it? What it felt like to die?
Loki: You mean the pain, the humiliation, the sound of my own neck snapping in my ears, the explosion ripping my flesh from my bones? No, I don’t remember it at all.
Darcy: That’s …pretty bad. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.
Loki: Never mind. It’s all relative isn’t it?
Darcy: How’d you mean?
Loki: Meaning, I have come to redefine the words pain and suffering since I fell in love with you.
Darcy: ..How do you manage to say the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me and insult me at the same time?
Loki: They don’t call me silver tongue for no reason.
Loki glanced down at the ground before raising his gaze once more to meet Darcy’s eyes.
“You don’t know what you’re saying, Darcy,” he told her quietly. “You cannot love a monster.”
“There is no monster in you, Loki. You have bought into the lies you’ve been fed all your life.” They were standing face to face on the balcony of Jane’s place in New York, taking in the cool autumn air when Darcy decided to take the plunge and share her feelings with her lover.
Reaching towards him she linked their hands and squeezed reassuringly. “Five years ago a lot of shit went down all at once. While that doesn’t excuse your behavior then, the person you are now is a miracle to me. Monsters don’t change. People do.”
Loki swore he could feel the remaining ice around his heart melt away. She did so much for him the last couple years, offering more than just her body and her friendship. This quirky, beautiful woman gave him peace and loyalty and care he never knew he needed. He certainly did not deserve her.
“I fear I have done nothing to earn such devotion from you,” he began only to be interrupted.
Darcy snorted softly. “Nothing? Loki, you once made every Avenger spend all their free time with me for finals week during my last semester at Culver! I went home to visit my parents and you sent me fresh pizza from Brooklyn. You literally made the delivery boy get in the quinjet and had Clint fly him and the pizza up to Connecticut. And that’s not to mention how you stayed up with me the night my grandpa died and you held me and let me cry and talk and cry all over you. I could go on but those are only some of the reasons I love you. I. Love. You.”
By the end of her little speech Darcy had managed to slip her arms round his waist. Lovely blue eyes glittered with emotion and Loki knew it was time to stop denying his own feelings.
“You were terrified you wouldn’t pass your tests, I merely employed the help of your friends to ensure your passage of them. You were craving pizza and the boy clearly desired a chance to ride in the quinjet, so two problems were solved then.”
Loki slid his hands up to frame her face.“When your grandfather passed, I watched your heart break knowing I could do nothing to help except hold you while you wept.” His thumbs stroked her cheeks as he spoke softly. “My darling Darcy, don’t you know I would move all the realms of Yggdrasil if it would make you smile?”
Darcy blinked back tears at the depth of emotion in Loki’s eyes. Rarely did he let this side of himself show and she was overcome by his tender words and gentle touch.
“Your heart is my home, love. I would have nothing, be nothing without it, without you. I will always honor and protect your heart for I am lost in it completely.”
Slowly he bent his head until their lips were barely touching. “I love you, Darcy Lewis,” he breathed sealing his lips over hers and pouring all he felt into that kiss.
@soothsayerstale I promised you a little something in writing this week. Unfortunately I didn’t have half the time I thought I would to write more. But this little bit right here is for you. 💗
This scene is so like fic!Thor & Loki and I’m thrilled.
The eye roll in the bottom gif! Loki is all “Really? This again, brother? As if hero worship of yourself on Asgard wasn’t enough, now you indulge these dull Midgardian creatures, too?”
It’s okay Loki, I’d pick you over Thor any day!!
And the way he watches her walk away after she bumps into him? In like every tasertricks fic ever written AND I LOVE IT.
Okay Tasertricks:
Darcy caught a glimpse of Thor posing on a street corner with some fans while she was making a coffee run for Jane and Tony. Even though she knew she’d see him later she made her way over to say hello. He was happy to see her though something in his strained smile alerted her to the fact that something important was happening. She took this as a cue to excuse herself.
Taking a few steps back she bumped into a solid, immovable mass. She turned, coming face to face with Thor’s presumed dead brother.
He eyed her coolly, silently as though waiting to see what she would do.
“You’re supposed to be dead,” she said calmly as if she were discussing the weather.
“Disappointed?” He asked, holding up a hand to stave off Thor’s interruption. He wanted to hear what the vibrant young friend of Thor had to say.
“Fascinated, actually,” she returned with an amused smile. “I like the suit, too.”
Darcy’s cell phone beeped and she pulled it from her jacket pocket to see who text her.
“Oops, gotta run, science needs coffee…pronto. See ya around, Thor,” she called to the blond Asgardian.
Grinning cheekily at Loki, she winked and said “I hope to see more of you, Mischief.”
They watched her go and Thor was bemused by her laid back approach to Loki, especially knowing how the others might react to having him back.
Loki watched the sway of her hips and found himself more than a little turned on by the flirtatious little mortal. Perhaps there was something worth seeking in Midgard after all.
I fucking love you so much right now
“Fucking genius can punch a hole in space but can’t even fix her own coffee machine without blowing it up.” Darcy grumbled as she shuffled along with a tray of enough piping hot coffees to stave off Jane’s addiction for the foreseeable future. Darcy blanched at the scientist’s penchant for either burning hot or cold and old coffee but it helped her work so Darcy was happy to oblige. It also meant she didn’t need to face the crowded streets of New York as often.
“Son of a Bitch.” she said as she bumped into a rock hard wall of muscle and premium wool suit.
“SORRY!” she squeeked as the man turned around and Darcy realised just who owned the gorgeous suit she’d just annihilated with Jane’s coffee. “Oh. actually I’m not..sorry.” she said, proud she hadn’t lost her sass in the face of– holy Moses Thor’s brother was hot. She looked around and spotted Thor goofing around with two teenage girls and taking selfies. out of the corner of her eye she saw Loki pull a massive eye roll and snorted.
Thor was such a ho. “How long have you been in New York?” she asked and Loki raised his eyebrows.
“Uh, Three Midgardian Days” He answered, bemused.
“What? Fucking. SON OF A BITCH!” Darcy said, louder this time and handed her frappacino to out to Loki before she deposited the remaining coffee over THOR’S head.
the two teenagers backed away, more scared of Darcy than the two gods. “You better go and see Jane this instant or you are going to be in a world of pain you fucking jerk!”
she grabbed his arm and towed him towards the lab.
Loki watched, a little awed as Thor allowed himself to be pushed, poked and brow beaten all the way to his paramour’s abode, apologising and making weak excuses. it was almost worth the delay this would bring to their mission.
as the beautiful girl turned and said, “You too asshole.” Loki had to admit that his time on Midgard might not be without fun after all.
@mischiefslady I couldn’t resist!
@howdidthisevenhappenanyway @concavepatterns
Darcy watched, amused while Jane read Thor the riot act in the lab. As they were on the far side she couldn’t hear much but certain words lingered in the air such as Three days!, Loki!, and Damn It! She snickered more than once at how Thor still had coffee dripping slowly down his face.
Loki stood to her left, hands in the pockets of his fitted black trousers, a small smirk on his face. She turned to face him and tipped her head back so she could meet his eyes. And Damn, weren’t they a magnificent shade of green?
“So what are you guys doing lurking about New York anyway?” She wanted to know what had kept Thor from seeing Jane.
“Looking for Odin.” His reply was short and to the point, though the way he watched her suggested there was something else on his mind.
“You lost the King of Asgard? Dude, that’s hilarious. How did that even happen anyway?” She laughed almost delightedly, given the way Thor’s daddy had treated Jane when she won Asgard. Served the old goat right, in her opinion.
“Does it matter?” Loki raised an eyebrow at her, more attracted than he wished to admit to this woman.
“I suppose not, but tell me why, given recent history you want to find him. I’d have thought you would be happy he was gone?”
“Do you question everyone in this manner?” He asked amused and annoyed by turns wit her.
“As a rule, yes.” She replied without hesitation.
“If I answer,” he leaned down so their faces were mere inches apart, “What will you give me in return?”
Darcy mentally swore. Did he just…? Oh, yes, he did. And Darcy knew what she should do. Trouble was, how often did one get propositioned by a darkly handsome god?
Reaching out a hand she grabbed him by the tie, “Come on, Mischief, I think this conversation needs a bit more privacy.”
Loki grinned wickedly as he trailed willingly behind her. Oh yes, he’d see that they both got what they desired.
Loki watched the girl -Darcy’s almost instant reaction to his flirtations. it had been a while since he’d had any easy banter with anyone truly worthy and he was rather enjoying himself. Seeing Thor get thoroughly dressed down by not one but two tiny mortal women had made his century -that really spoke to the quality of his last hundred years or so but now was not the time to dwell on that.
He almost started as the girl reached out and grabbed his tie, the mortal neck adornment that made little sense but rounded out the attire called a ‘suit’. it was a surprise to be touched in such a way by one so fragile and he felt his cock stir even as he schooled his reaction to his usual slight amusement.
He allowed the girl to lead him away, tramping down on his body’s reaction. there was little chance of anything truly exciting happening today, the girl probably been aware that the couple in the room had been inching closer to one another an chosen to vacate the room in order to extract the information without having to watch the others at their appallingly sloppy amorous relations (he Loki definitely knew the value a decent argument had on a tumble in the sheets). Loki actually felt grateful for the first time in a long while that she had chosen to include him in her escape. She eventually released him, and they wound through several corridors lined with strange machinery part of his mind would like to examine more closely, numbers and measurements passing through his mind. Another part of his mind had already analysed a thousand possible attack scenarios and exit strategies. and of course there was always the part of him that raged and burned and wept a thousand hot tears at all the lies and betrayals of past years; though that part seemed to quiet a little it this small woman’s easy company.
The rest of his considerable intellect however was currently occupied by the curve of the woman’s ass in those pants and the ratio of breast tissue she was carrying compared to the surface area of each hand. he’d just come to the estimation of very nearly 1:1 when they arrived at the door. Realising the path of his thoughts he squeezed his hands closed, and placed them behind his back, leaning easily on the hallway wall to hide the tell when she looked up at him. Her eyes were so very bright, he noticed, holding an intelligence he was sure many missed in her skilled use of other distractions.
Darcy gave him a heated smile before opening the door and pushed it open. she took him by the hand and lead him inside before pushing him into the closed door. once more his surprise at Darcy’s sheer audacity to touch a prince allowed her to move his considerable bulk around easily.
He continued to be shocked at her gall as she pulled his face down to meet her own in a searing kiss, biting his lower lip with little warning.
he had always wondered at the actual physical heat present in these kinds of exchanges, now he knew that he truly was icy in more than temperament.
his thoughts along that melancholy line were completely derailed by the girl going for his belt. his hand caught her wrist gently even as his cock swelled at her spunk and the lingering burning sensation on his mouth. “I thought you wanted to know…” he started but came to a stop when she shrugged with a crooked smile he found to be very appealing.
“Oh I still want to know that stuff Magic Man, but we exchange payment before goods here on Midgard.”
“Do you now?” he asked, stroking her cheek and watching her shiver at his cool touch on her flushed skin. “And what if I ruin you for all others, hmm?One doesn’t often recover from a romp with a god. will a scrap of information be worth it to you then?”
to his surprise she smiled. “Oh I think you’ll find I’m a very political animal Loki. I think there’s a lot more than a scrap to be gained in being Mischief’s Lady for the foreseeable future.”
Loki growled, picking her up and throwing her on the bed. Loki was restrained and contained in many circumstances but he’d never been able to resist the offer of claiming. as he crawled up over the covers and met her in another fiery kiss, it seemed that his trip to Midgard would be far more profitable than he’d been led to believe.
he hardly knew this girl but as he dragged his teeth down her throat he mused that she should keep him entertained for quite some time to come.
Time he was now more determined than ever to ensure they all had.
@howdidthisevenhappenanyway You name dropped for me!! I am flailing right now and grinning like an idiot…I love you and this tag team fic thing so fucking much. ❤ I wont even attempt to add to it, you ended it perfectly (And quite steamy too!!)
Inside my head when I see this…
Darcy looks up and asks, “You never told me your name.”
“I am Loki the God of Lies and Mischief. I have many gifts but the
one gift I have amongst your kind is the ability to tell if one is
telling the truth.”“Does that mean you know when someone is telling a lie?” Darcy smirks.
“Essentially yes.”
She opens her mouth, “So if I say that I dislike arrogant men, am I lying or telling you the truth?”
Loki smiles, “I cannot answer your question.”
Darcy huffs, ‘Well, that’s a crock of shit, you said you were…”
Loki
interrupts and raises his palm, “The reason why is because it depends
on the man you are with.” Loki steps closer, “I might go so far as to say
you might be drawn to such a man given the circumstances.”Darcy tries to ignore his words as her heart begins to race.
Loki gets closer and leans toward her ear, his breath heavy against
her neck. ‘You see Miss Lewis, given a certain man, a woman will follow
her deepest… darkest desires…. Imagine your tongues fighting for
dominance in an open kiss until one yields, touching one another in
heated passion, Shedding all inhibitions to explore hidden yearnings of
lust and love you didn’t know you possessed. Then in a culmination of
concupiscence, he reaches the very apex of your core and nothing can
compare to it and you’d be willing to give in to those desires again and
again.”Loki pulls her face towards him, “Now the real question is…”
Darcy closes her eyelids and gasps “Yes?”
“How strong are you to fight against it?” Loki walks away…. his long fingers wrapped around each hand behind his back.Darcy
just stood frozen.She forgot about her
surroundings. With mere words, his voice spoke with a liquid venom of
sexuality that Darcy was sure a nun would have caved in.Thinking to herself, “I need a joint and my vibrator when I get back to the trailer….”
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