Tag: fanfic

Crying Lightning

whatcolourmyeyes:

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One Shot

AUTHOR: whatcolourmyeyes

WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Loki

GENRE: Romance

FIC SUMMARY: I’m so sorry. I wrote a songfic.

RATING: M

AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: Loki’s a lil shit. But inside he’s all mush.

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Outside the café by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude,
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your pecan mix

They first meet when Darcy is twelve years old. Despite the hot New Mexico sun, his skin is pale white, and it flushes pink in the heat. “Are you from around here?” she asks. He shakes his head and doesn’t answer her, but she notices his hands fiddling with a deck of cards. She asks him if he can do magic. He smirks and ignores her. Jerk. Darcy glares at him and turns on her heel as she hears her mother calling for her from the front porch.

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An Accident – One shot

whatcolourmyeyes:

TITLE: An Accident

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One shot

AUTHOR: whatcolourmyeyes

WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Loki

GENRE: Romance

FIC SUMMARY: They say that you should never sleep with someone who has more problems than you.

RATING: M (nothing very explicit)

AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: I promise I’m working on the next instalment of See Me If You Can… Life has been really hectic recently, and then all these Tasertricks feels came over me and I started writing again. This somehow became 1000 words? I honestly do not know what happened, but I hope you enjoy 🙂

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They say that you should never sleep with someone who has more problems than you. Well, ‘They’ say a lot of things. Darcy has never exactly been one to listen to these warnings – how would anyone get any if they actually listened to that sort of advice? At this precise moment, however, she’s beginning to think that she should have. Years’ worth of reminders to ‘be true’ to herself and not give in to societal demands are being quashed down by the bitter taste in her mouth and the sinking feeling in her chest.

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aristo-kitty:

duetly:

There needs to be more tasertricks fanfiction and fanart where Loki has his mouth sewn shut

Darcy paused in the doorway and swallowed past the lump in her throat, though it didn’t help the sick churning in her stomach. But it did give her the courage to rap once on the door frame.

Loki turned slowly turned, and she has to swallow again to keep from sobbing. She met him halfway across the room.

“Looks like I get to be the biggest smart ass in Asgard for a while, huh?” She wasn’t at all convincing. Her voice wavered and her vision was blurring from tears that god damn it would not fall until she was on her own.

His answering grin didn’t meet his eyes and made him wince.

Slowly she reached up and touched his cheek. Her touch was oh so light, she didn’t want to hurt him. But Loki leaned against her fingers as he wrapped her in his arms.

Loki and Darcy had met before. He finds out she’s in New York during the attack.

potemkinx:

So sorry for the delay…what can I say, life happened! Hope you like it, Anon!

It was wrong. She was not supposed to be there. Darcy should have followed that vapid scientist, Thor’s lover, and be in Norway. Even better, she should have remained in that insignificant, useless town in New Mexico, where he had met her…She should not be in New York, on the eve of a battle.

“Oh, this pesky planet is full of things that should not be…” the god of Mischief muttered. He would rectify the other defects later, when he would become the king of this rock, lost in the galaxy – for now, he could only hope that Barton and the other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents would find her in time and protect her, at any cost.

During the battle, the taste of plump lips, the images of pale, soft skin and baby-blue eyes continued to lurk in his subconscious. Loki tried to drive the memories away, but in vain. When he had mocked Thor, and his foolish faith in sentiment, he knew how hypocrite he sounded, since he was a victim of the same weakness. And the taste of failure was even more bitter, because he had no assurance that she was safe…safe from the destruction he had caused.

And then, when he was waiting for the Tesseract to bring him to Asgard, to face Odin’s rage and a probable death sentence, she appeared. Carefree, with that funny contraption she used to wear to enhance her sight, strolling in the park. She was there, oblivious to his presence, unaware of his faults, of his worries, of his true identity. For her, he should remain the man with a fake name and an injured body, who she had helped to recover after his fall from Asgard.

Loki was ready. Ready to face whatever punishment Odin and Thor would inflict on him, and certain that he would do his best-and his worst – to come back to Darcy Lewis.

Breadsticks

becisvolatile:

Prompt fill for octoberland who asked for ‘Loki finally confesses his feelings for Darcy’.

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“Darcy, I think the time has come that I express my-”

“Oh! Breadsticks!”

Loki observed as she made what she called ‘grabbyhands’ and waited. That was his cue to proffer the basket of baked goods that was, in fact, a good deal closer to the lady in question than it was to him. Still, he picked up and presented the basket with a flourish.

“Don’t think I’ll nurse you through your gastric discomforts throughout the night simply because you elected to overindulge. Again.” Lies. He would. Always.

"Afraid you won’t get laid?” She grinned up at him, a few errant crumbs balanced on the swell of her breast.

“Unlikely. Your appetite for me far surpasses your love of food.” If his grin was smug, she didn’t seem to mind.

"Which begs the question: why are we here? Not that I’m not totally digging the fancy restaurant, it’s just that your usual MO is to throw me at a bed, then revive me hours later with gummy worms.”

Loki actually winced at that. It wasn’t that her assessment was untrue. He did seem to revert to a rather primal mindset when she was near. Still, he liked to think that he was marginally more polished than other, less divine, men.

“Hey,” she thwacked him in the nose with a breadstick, “I like gummy worms.”

"Yes, but-”

“And I love you.”

Oh.

It wasn’t exactly how he’d planned the conversation. That was his line. The girl had damn well gone and hijacked his romantic confession.

“Well. I can hardly go and parrot back the sentiment, can I?” Loki snapped as he snatched the breadstick from her fingers and sank his teeth into it.

“No need,” Darcy leaned in and propped her chin in her hand, “I had a sneaking suspicion when you levelled three blocks because some dick neo-Nazi ‘cuffed me to his radiator.”

Loki snapped the breadstick in half. The memory brought a rush of frigid air past their table and he felt even more compelled to express how he felt. “Darcy, I truly do-”

He watched as she opened her mouth and, with preternatural speed, reached out to silence her.

”- love you.” Loki finished.

He could feel her smile beneath his palm, watched the corners of her eyes crinkle with the movement of her ever-mobile mouth. He pulled his hand away to observe her face lit-up by her smile.

“You may speak,” he said as he smoothed down his tie.

Darcy shrugged, “Pass me another breadstick?”