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mischiefslady:

For @whyndancer I know you’re having a rough time at the moment so I hope this little Tasertricks drabble-y thing makes you smile.

Jane caught the wide grin on Thor’s face and turned to see what he was smiling at. Across the lab Darcy crept on silent feet to stand behind Loki who was seated at his desk combing through old books he’d brought from Asgard. She had a pitcher of cold water in her hands. Her intent was glaringly obvious. Jane sighed softly and opened her mouth to shout a warning. The last thing she wanted was another childish prank war in her lab. Thor’s hand on her arm stopped her.

“Leave them be,” he whispered.

“But Thor, water? Lab equipment!” She returned in hushed tones.

“This is a but a game, my love. Darcy clearly wants Loki’s attention and he knows she is there. They have been dancing around each other for weeks now.”

Huh? Jane stepped closer to Thor and realized he wasn’t just amused at the antics between his brother and her lab assistant. He was actually rooting for them.

How did she miss that?

Thor stood just as a high shriek pierced the air. Jane had just enough time to see Darcy, soaking wet, being tugged onto Loki’s lap, as he laughed. A genuine laugh, too!

“Come, love, I think it prudent to take a break now,” Thor said as he gently tugged Jane towards the door.

“But my work,” she started to say until she took a quick glance over her shoulder.

Darcy was currently wrapped around Loki, her face carefully cradled between his gentle hands. Jane had no way of knowing what he said to her in that moment, but the soft look in his eyes, and Darcy’s shy smile made her think that Thor was right.

Perhaps Loki and Darcy were a thing after all.

Old Time Rock n’ Roll; Darcy/Loki

dresupi:

Pairing:  Darcy Lewis/Loki
For:  @localanimenerd
Song:  ’Old Time Rock n’ Roll’ by Bob Seger (1978)
Word Count: 630

In case you’re wondering… Inspiration

Darcy would never have tried this if she’d known anyone was here.

Well, anyone but Jane.

Jane likely wouldn’t even notice if Darcy walked around in her bra and panties on the regular, but there were other peeps in the lab.  Like Bruce.  And Tony. So no bra/panties only days.  And besides, if she could have chosen to do anything, it would have been to be completely naked.

Let the ladies free.

But she couldn’t bring herself to leave the comforts and privacy of her suite here at the Avengers Complex in her birthday suit.  Just didn’t feel right.

So bra and panties it was.  She slid out into the kitchen and ducked into the fridge, plucking a jar of maraschino cherries from the door and quickly shimmying over to the bar. She had half a mind to bring out a blender and make margaritas. Except Tony appeared to be fresh out of tequila.

So she settled for whiskey. And Coke.  Because who had the time for blended drinks?  Plus, then she’d feel obligated to drink it all.

And no one wanted to be puking up banana daiquiris at four in the morning less than Darcy.  She knew from experience, it wasn’t as good coming up as it was going down.

She was pouring in the whiskey when she glanced up, saw Loki sitting on the couch staring at her and froze, whiskey still glug-gluging from the bottle in her hand.  She gulped.

“Please tell me this is one of those nightmares where I’m in my underwear in front of you.”

He didn’t react, simply took a sip from the drink in his hand.  A Cosmo, by the look of it.  Loki of Asgard drinks Cosmopolitans with little twists of orange peel.  Pass it on.

“I wouldn’t call you in your underthings a nightmare, but unless we’re both having it, I’m afraid this isn’t a dream. Your glass is full…”

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Odin & Sons Bookstore

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Pairing: Loki/Darcy Lewis
Rating: Teen
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 3,531 words
Square Filled: Bookstore AU
Summary: Odin & Sons Bookstore had been Darcy’s haven for much of her life. A weekly stop to satisfy her need to devour knowledge and stories throughout her eighteen years of existence. Mr. Borson has always been patient with her despite his grumpy facade.

The same can’t be said for his son, Loki. He seems to have a thing for baiting her into arguments over books she read years ago, much to Darcy’s embarrassment and annoyance. Too bad he’s hot too, otherwise she’d just walk away instead of you know attacking his mouth with hers.
Author’s Note: Written as a fill for @marvelfluffbingo​ It’s been years since I’ve written Darcy and Loki, so I figured it was fitting if I started off the challenge by returning to a pairing I used to write almost exclusively when I wrote in the MCU. Please enjoy the fic. And let me know what you think.

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A concept: Asgardian men do not show skin (A slightly cracktastic take, mostly from the POV of Loki)

latent-thoughts:

Asgardian men wear full body armour, and will not be seen without a full body armour or a fully covering clothing set when they’re in public or receiving guests at home.

With the manner in which Asgardian men insist on covering their bodies (except maybe arms), one could say that Asgardian men never show their ankles as well. Like Victorian era ladies. It’s scandalous for an honourable Asgardian man to be seen in public in less than 4 layers of clothing, or with his legs or feet showing. Arm exposure is kind of allowed but frowned upon. It’s wholly not allowed in times of official ceremonies or celebrations.

They may only show their hands. So that any interested party may asses how capable they are before approaching them.

Well-groomed hands = good boi.

Asgardian women, on the other hand, can expose skin, no issue.

But men? *LE GASP*

Notice how Thor usually covers his arms when in Asgard. But on Midgard he exposes them fully. Like a ho.

Loki always covers up, like a man of high breeding. He even wears gloves sometimes.

On Midgard (say post Avengers AU? I like everyone alive tyvm), Loki is horrified to see that men expose their bodies so much. He almost goes into shock.

Thor takes him out to shop, as he’s now touted as the expert in all things Midgardian. Loki criticises all these shops Thor frequents for the scraps that he calls clothes. No wonder he looks like homeless man in his Midgardian garb.

SUCH TRAVESTY!

Loki asks them (shops) about bespoke tailoring and they refuse. THEY REFUSE? HOW DARE!

Loki is not happy. He curses these shops and their ancestors to Helheim and comes home without a single item bought. They had things in his size, but not in his taste. An enormous mistake.

All through the way back home Thor can be heard uttering long-suffering sighs, as if he’s holier than Loki.

No, Thor is one of those utterly shameless people who love to show off their bodies. He kept the tendency to show off at bare minimum in Asgard, owing to the social norms, but on Midgard, he has completely lost himself to this blatant mockery of their culture. What a ho ho ho.

Loki never forgets to slut shame Thor when he so unashamedly exposes his feet in the Avengers tower or when he’s receiving guests, wearing that godforsaken footwear called flip-flops!

BY THE NORNS!

Thor tries to defend himself. Tries…

Thor: I’m on Midgard! I can wear what I want! Show more skin, be more comfortable, sweet Valhalla!

Loki: You no good hussy! I’m telling mother!

Thor: I’m not even showing my whole feet!

Loki: No one will agree to court you in Asgard! They’d have to get you a bride from Muspelheim maybe.

Thor: As if you received any visitations from anyone! Your dance card was nearly empty last time we had a celebration!

Loki: It was out of choice! I was spying on a group of diplomats!

Thor: How come I didn’t know?

Loki: Because you’re not good at subterfuge, you oaf!

Thor: You’re just covering up for bad performance at receiving courtship!

Loki: Even if I am, you’re still a hussy! Showing off your feet and arms as if it’s not a bother to other.

Thor: It is NOT!

Loki: My eyes burn from the sight of your ungainly limbs! What is next? Uncovering your chest? Thighs? The whole sickening body of yours!

Thor: Meanwhile you keep sweating under all that armour or ten layers of leather.

Loki: I DON’T SWEAT!

[AN INTENSE SCUFFLE HAPPENS, WHERE NEARLY ALL THE FURNITURE OF THE COMMON ROOM IS DESTROYED, WHILE THE OTHER AVENGERS JUST WATCH, DUMBFOUNDED]

[NOT TONY STARK, THOUGH, HE’S SITTING IN A CORNER, NURSING A DRINK AND CURSING HIMSELF FOR ALLOWING THESE WEIRDOS IN THE TOWER]

(This is what comes out of my brain when I have to work on academic papers and can’t work on my fanfictions. Hence, I’m going to make everyone suffer with me by posting this nonsense. Some of you have already seen a rough version of this. Poor Souls.)

Tagging everyone and their mom:

@izhunny @magellan-88 @starscreamloki @lokiloveforever @lokilover9 @sigridlaufeyson @burningarbiterheart @the-lokis-queen @mastreworld @lisams20 @stars8melanin @iamhisgloriouspurpose @lasimo74allmyworld @vesperazylra @juliabohemian @foundlingmother @nuggsmum @devikafernando @welle-nijordottir @starrynight35 @tinaferraldo @helenaisabel @angryowlet @securitybreach @lokihiddleston @lokiperfection @sserpente @lokimymuse @loki-god-of-menace @shine-of-asgard @writernotwaiting @finney13gifs @wolfpawn @wolfsmom1 @thidom1231 @artemisnightingale216 @tremendouslydecadentfire @fadingcoast @archy3001 @lokislonelylady @sweetsigyn @rachel-angelina 

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nonbinaryjasontodd:

twitter canceled

It becomes a pattern in the aftermath. 

Bruce has set up a makeshift lab in Wakanda, while the world takes stock of their dead and Wakanda mourns for their king. Bruce isn’t doing anything important, but he needs to do something, so he studies Wakanda’s vibranium supply and attempts to keep Shuri busy. 

Otherwise, the grief might just be too much for the both of them to bear. 

Bruce also tries very hard not to think about Tony and what form of matter Tony may or may not be at this very moment. He’s only moderately successful. 

It’s on the third day of the second week after half of the world has turned to ash that Thor brings Bruce a little green snake. Bruce is baffled, but he tried to be polite about it. Bruce is heartsick, though, so that makes everything a little harder. 

Then Thor asks for Bruce to see if the snake is Loki, and it takes every bit of willpower Bruce Banner poses to not burst into tears. Thor is so strong and so keen to smile, he makes it so easy for everyone to forget that he has lost nearly everything. 

Bruce pokes at the snake without any further complaints. When nothing happens, the grief on Thor’s face is unimaginable. 

Bruce begins spending time with both Thor and Shuri, in a desperate attempt to combat his own grief by combatting theirs. 

All the while, every second or third day, Thor brings Bruce a small green animal and asks Bruce to see if it his lost brother. Bruce checks every time, with care and precision, but the result is always negative. It’s awful for both of them, but Thor can’t seem to stop and Bruce doesn’t know how to make him. 

This pattern holds for a few weeks, until Thor brings Bruce a beaten and battered lizard. It’d been burned somehow and it looked like one of its limbs had been badly broken. When Thor presents it to him, Bruce honestly isn’t sure if Thor had just brought the little thing to Bruce to see if it could be saved. 

“Could you check?” Thor asks, the question quiet and hurt after so many weeks of negative results from Bruce’s prodding and poking. 

“Of course,” Bruce says softly, adding his portion of the call and response. 

He gingerly picks up the lizard, as the poor also looks like he’d been through the wringer, and gives him a quick once over. Bruce’d been right about the broken leg and the burns were pretty –

The lizard fucking turns into Loki. A damaged, burnt Loki who scuttles backward on a broken leg while spitting blood. 

Thor bursts into tears. Bruce bursts out laughing. Everyone has their own way of processing grief and shock and grief turned into shock, apparently. 

It’s later, when they’ve gotten Loki a little patched up, convinced Okoye not to kill Loki (”He tried to destroy the world!” she says – “He’s gotten better,” Bruce says), and Thor’s eyes were mostly dry, that Loki finally says through clenched, bloodied teeth: 

“They’re in a pocket dimension.”

“Who?” Bruce whispers, stunned. 

“Everyone. I told him he’d never be a god. He was just a warlord playing at being something powerful. He should’ve fucking listened.”

JUST THIS ONCE, ROSE, EVERYBODY LIVES

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freudensteins-monster:

After the dust of Sokovia settled
Tony had time to properly process the loss of JARVIS. His near constant
companion was just… gone. Well, not quite gone. Some part of him lived on in
the Vision, and boy, was that Infinity Stone nonsense going to keep him up at
night.

FRIDAY ran his suits just fine and worked well in a personal assistant role but the personality he’d programmed her with (90% Irish accented sarcasm) wasn’t quite advanced enough to affect him the way JARVIS’s
did. Maybe it was the memory that served as inspiration for the interface of
JARVIS that made him feel more like a concerned friend and kept FRIDAY just a program.

He missed the concern. He missed
the emotional connection. He missed having an AI that could kick the Turing
tests ass. It would take FRIDAY a while to grow organically to the same level
that JARVIS had been at, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted her to. Perhaps he’d
just keep her responsibilities as they were, that way if anything happen to her
the loss wouldn’t be as monumental as it had been when Ultron had destroyed
JARVIS.

He could probably rebuild JARVIS,
he still had the beta programs in his archives somewhere, but there was no way
to make him exactly the same as he was, and anything less, no more than a
shadow of the previous JARVIS, would have felt wrong. So, Tony decided, he was
just going to have to program a brand new AI to be his conscience, collaborator, and confidante. And after giving it some thought he found the
perfect inspiration for the interface.

He took some of the basic
building blocks of all his AI’s, uploaded lab protocols and controls, as well
as dozens of audio samples and published papers to help mould the interface
into something more human than FRIDAY. It took him a month of
not-completely-obsessed work to have something vaguely resembling a finished
product. It wasn’t quite at a testing stage but as he’d always told JARVIS,
sometimes you need to run before you can walk.

“Alright, ready to get to work?”
he asked the empty room, pulling up a series of blue holographic screens from
the void. “I need you to upload and analyse Ross’s Sokovia Accords – access any
and all law books from the Library of Congress that you need to do it,” he
instructed, feeding the large stack of paper into a top of the line but barely used document scanner.
“Highlight anything sketchy and forward it onto Capsicle and the head of Stark
Industries legal department for review. And just so you know, you’re on the
clock with this one; we’ve only got a week before Ross wants us to sign over
our souls.”

“Well, then, this is a very important week for you, isn’t it?”

Tony smiled, definitely not
choking up at the sound of an old friend.

“That it is, YINSEN. That it is.”

Thanks for brutally ripping my heart out

Hey!

So because me and @rowantreewrites are the worst enablers to each other’s angst we decided to make it worse.

What if YINSEN is more of a medicinal AI and has extensive knowledge on injuries and after Civil War, he is the AI directly monitoring Tony’s arc reactor and vitals.

I mean, JARVIS is modelled after Edwin Jarvis, FRIDAY is modelled after Pepper, so YINSEN could be modelled after his namesake.

Another reminder to Tony not to give up and waste his life.

Reblogging this again because pain is fun.

Darcy/Loki 15. “That was a perfect example of how not to do things.”

a-flickering-soul:

Tiny, detailed, fiddly work is Loki’s specialty. It has always been so, ever since Thor was out tussling with his friends or hunting down bilgesnipes at far too young an age to be off by himself and it was up to Loki to carefully sew his injuries shut. As he grew older and became more learned, his steady hands became even more of an asset, assisting the healers in their work or collecting and preparing ingredients for his own personal studies. He is, to the best of his knowledge, the only seidr-worker to extract the venom from Nidhogg as he crouched chewing on Yggdrasil’s roots and survived.

Needless to say, he is very proud of his ability to be patient in the face of tricky, delicate work. This fragile piece of Stark-glass, however? That patience is sorely tested.

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Loki and Darcy #1 or #13 please♥

a-flickering-soul:

“How can anyone not be afraid of love?” Darcy asks, half-laughing, half-pleading. “It’s human nature. But you can’t–”

“Darcy,” Loki says, pained. “You know I–”

“You can’t let that fear define you!” she bursts out. Her eyes are bright, her hair curls about her shoulders fiercely, and he loves her so much it hurts. “You can’t let that fear be everything you are, Loki. Please,” she says, and her eyes are so soft and so clear. “Please. Do this with me.”

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