“Wouldn’t you rather have me in your bath though?” Loki asked, peering into the paper bag she’d brought home with her. “Bath bombs sound so… violent.”
Darcy snorted back laughter. “And you’re not violent?”
“Not with you, darling.” His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against him. "Never with you.“
She smirked. “Hmmm. Whenever I’m given a choice, I tend to just… not make a choice and choose both. So I’d rather have you and a bath bomb in my bath. And then, afterwards, we can maybe… play that game you seemed to enjoy so much last time.”
“Which one? I enjoy so many things with you…”
“The one where you let me wear your horny helmet and tell you what to do.” She waggled her eyebrows.
“So, which bath bomb is going to destroy your bath?” he asked quickly.
Darcy grinned. “On board with the bath bombs now?”
“On board with anything that gets us into your tub the quickest,” he murmured, his fingers trailing up her back.
Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Loki Prompt: Stage (Ballet AU, Idek why I haven’t done a ballet au before. I danced for 22 years…)
Loki watched her move across the stage. Her classical training was indeed lacking. Her turnout left much to be desired to. That was basic. That couldn’t be fixed.
But she could move.
He had danced with some of the best ballerinas in the world, but none of them moved like this Darcy Lewis. You couldn’t teach movement. It wasn’t learned.
No matter where he tried to look, his eye was always drawn back to her.
He snapped his fingers twice to get Madame’s attention. "Her. I’ll take her.“
“Which one? Darcy?” Madame nearly laughed aloud. "She is not who you want.“
Loki eyed her, arching an eyebrow. "I’m starting my own company. I know who I want. It’s her.”
“She’s not a principal.”
“Not yet. She will be,” he promised. "I want her. Now.“ He snapped again and Madame shot him a dirty look. "Sorry. If you please, Madame. Tell Ms. Lewis.”
He crossed his arms and grinned at Madame’s retreating figure. Smugly.
Summary: She doesn’t understand the sulking, not on Loki’s end. Then again, she’s only known him for two days—give or take a few years on the news. “I don’t know why you’re being so stubborn,” Darcy says, crossing her arms. “You have a solution. Use it.” “This,” Loki gestures angrily at himself, “is not a solution.”
Unrelated but I just saw: THIS IS MY 1,000TH POST (yes my blog is a baby)
Pairing: Loki/Darcy Lewis
Rating: G
Loki’s jaw clenched as the Muspelheim guards led him closer to Darcy’s cell. Her cage. He could see her through the wavering flames, balled up on the rock floor with her face hidden beneath the hood of her sweater.
“This was unnecessary,” Loki bit out.
The guard to his right, a towering and smoldering creature with eyes like black stars, shrugged. It spoke with a sparking, spitting tongue.
“This is a luxury by our prison standards, princeling.”
Loki turned back to the image of Darcy flickering through fire and clenched his fists beneath his sleeves. He had been a king. Now princeling. And he wasn’t for a moment convinced that Surtr, King of the realm and supposed ally—after the demand for negotiations with Thor that had gotten Darcy kidnapped in the first place—hadn’t been perfectly aware that it was a Bad Idea to put a Midgardian in a cage of fire. Realm standards or not.
“The gesture is noted,” Loki managed to say, and let his tone speak to the nature of the ‘note’. “May I retrieve our ambassador now?”
“At your convenience,” the guard hissed, stepping back.
The flames remained intact. Ah. Very well then. He strode through, fighting the urge to flinch and losing it as he crossed the threshold. It was a damn oven inside, worse than the Muspelheim deserts. Darcy was limp as he lifted her from the floor, his fingers tracing at her wrists and temple. Her pulse was fluttering but her skin was raw and dry, lips chewed and chapped.
He had a choice. He could toss her over his shoulder like he would any other one of Thor’s mortal friends. Or…He cradled her against his chest, pressing her forehead to his neck and cooling his skin to provide some relief. When he turned, the flames parted in a doorway.
“‘She doted on changing hats at every opportunity. When she met the Prince, she was wearing one hat, when he asked her for a stroll, she excused herself, shortly to return wearing another, equally flattering. Things when on like this throughout the day, but’ …Loki, are you even listening?”
“Hm? Yes, of course.”
Darcy put one of the many bookmarks he had given her between the pages and snapped the book shut. “Fine, then, what did I just read?”
Summary: She doesn’t understand the sulking, not on Loki’s end. Then again, she’s only known him for two days—give or take a few years on the news. “I don’t know why you’re being so stubborn,” Darcy says, crossing her arms. “You have a solution. Use it.” “This,” Loki gestures angrily at himself, “is not a solution.”
Darcy woke up before she opened her eyes. There was a heavy weight on her shoulder and she groped blindly to figure out what it was.
And it wasn’t until her fingers got caught in Loki’s hair and he grumbled that she fully understood what had happened.
Her eyes flew open and she came face to face with the god of mischief. Face to face with Loki. And she hadn’t even brushed her teeth yet.
She covered her mouth with her hand. “What are you still doing here?” she asked, her voice muffled.
“I fell asleep… you feel asleep. Neither of us moved afterwards…” He smirked and she noted not even the slightest whiff of morning breath. Which definitely wasn’t fair. “Would you like me to go now?”
“Uh…”
That was a loaded question if there ever was one. And she must have been taking too long in answering it, because he pushed up slightly, straightening his back and rising to his feet. “While you’re thinking it over, I’ll make you some coffee. You like coffee, don’t you, Darcy?”
“Uh…”
“I’m two for two with impossible questions, it would seem…” he chuckled softly. “Let’s try another. Where do you keep your coffee mugs?”
“Uh…”
“That’s alright, I’ll manage…”
Loki had slept over. He was making her coffee. He was rummaging around in her kitchen cabinets.
And the weirdest thing about all of it was that she wasn’t bothered in the slightest.
Summary: She doesn’t understand the sulking, not on Loki’s end. Then again, she’s only known him for two days—give or take a few years on the news. “I don’t know why you’re being so stubborn,” Darcy says, crossing her arms. “You have a solution. Use it.” “This,” Loki gestures angrily at himself, “is not a solution.”
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