dragongoddess13:

Day 6

Tasertricks

“How hard can you bite with those plastic fangs in your mouth?”

Ao3

xXx

“I always knew you were kinky,” Darcy replied, her voice a bit muffled from said fangs. Loki looked down at her, his eyes having been studying the far wall.

“Well obviously. I wear leather and metal every day. It’s not a fashion statement I make just because it looks appealing,” he informed her. “But that is not what I meant at this point in time, though we will be revisiting it.”

It was Halloween night, the Tower was decked out for the massive party Tony was throwing, and she was stuck in a sublevel storage room with the God of Mischief himself. On top of that, because of his punishment for invading New York three years earlier, he was still without magic.

“Oh, well, hard enough to be fun but not hard enough for whatever you’re thinking,” Darcy answered.

“I suppose that means we’re stuck here until someone notices we’re missing, then,” he added.

Darcy pouted. “Great, I was really looking forward to getting my drink on.”

“Perhaps a consultation?” Loki asked and Darcy looked up to find him that much closer, looking down at her with sultry smirk. “A continuation of our previous conversation.”

Darcy ran her eyes over him, then mirrored his smirk and gave him a nod. “That could work for me.”

nobutsiriuslywhat:

“Welcome back,” she said with her upper body underneath the couch, “now fucking help me.”

There was a pause behind her. “I am…unsure as to what is currently happening.”

Darcy’s body jerked backwards as she tried to free herself. “Your stupid fucking ow cat, got her stupid fucking toy stuck under the couch. I was trying to motherfucker get it, but I got damn it stuck. Can you please,” her voice deceptively calm, “get me out of here?”

It took all of Loki’s, admittedly strong, self-control not to laugh. She was well and truly stuck under the couch and the cat in question was busy sunning herself in the window.

He briefly debated taking a picture. 

“Loki.”

He then decided it wasn’t worth her wrath and promptly picked the couch up. “Sorry, dear.” 

She just glared.

soothsayerstale:

FYDL Drabble-a-thon Challenge. Pairings : Darcy Lewis/Loki. Word Count : 999

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It was a warm summer night. A warm summer wedding night to be exact. Between her best friend and the man – no, the God who fell from the sky. Darcy smiled at the thought and at the memory of those two first smashing encounter.

Never in a million years would she think that would ever happen, both the wedding and the change the groom brought to the world as humanity knew it. Alas here she was. In Asgard, drinking Asgardian liquor from a fancy goblet, wearing her own Asgardian gown, witnessing the impossible happened before her eyes.

Funny how things work out.

Keep reading

dresupi:

Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Loki
Prompt:  #12. “Did you just land on my balcony?”

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He was reading when he heard her land.  Or fall, rather.  

There was a sickening splat of skin meeting concrete and then a muffled groan.

He set his book on the coffee table and got up to peer out onto his balcony.  

“Ms. Lewis?” he asked, a bit bewildered to see his upstairs neighbor outside his window.  "Are you alright?  Did you just… land on my balcony?“  

“Fell, actually…” she said with a groan, rolling to a seated position and cradling her left wrist.  "I was hanging some holiday lights and slipped.“  

He sighed closed his eyes for a few seconds.  There hadn’t been a dull moment for him since Ms. Lewis had moved in upstairs.  

First off, she owned a rather large dog that thundered around the apartment when excited, and it was easily excitable, given the amount of thundering that occurred. She decorated her balcony in ways that made him visibly cringe.  These holiday lights would prove to be no different, he was certain.  

But for all her faults, she was one of the better individuals to move into this building.  She found out when he came down with a cold a few months prior and brought him hot chicken soup from a deli on her way home from work.  She also spoke up on his behalf to the tenants committee when he was summoned for missing a few too many meetings.  

It was only fair that he return the favor now.    

Loki climbed out of his window onto the balcony and knelt down beside her, reaching for the arm she was favoring.  "Let me have a look.”  

“It’s fine.  I don’t think it’s broken.  Probably just sprained or something.”  

“Indeed, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.  Allow me to accompany you to the hospital?”

She exhaled slowly, but nodded.  "Yeah, okay. I honestly think my pride is hurt more than my wrist.“

"Well, after the hospital, I’ll take you out for a drink. Will that help?”  

She shrugged.

“And, I suppose I can tell you about the first and only time I rode a jet-ski.  But that story stays between us, Ms. Lewis.”  

“Darcy,”  she corrected, allowing him to help her to her feet.  "And I hope there are pictures.“  

Groaning, he nodded.  "There are.”  

“Excellent, lead the way, Lokes.”    

dresupi:

Pairing:  Darcy Lewis/Loki
For:  @winterrbuns
Prompt:  from [this list], i’m posing naked in your art class please stop giggling what are you giggling at AU

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Loki again tried to calm his nerves, but the high pitched titters from the far corner of the classroom kept pulling him out of his calm.  

He took a deep breath as the professor again shushed the incredibly rude individual who dared giggle at him.  

He knew he was no Adonis, but he definitely wasn’t the opposite either.  He had muscle tone.  His abdominal muscles were very defined.  

Once the two hour ordeal was over, he reminded himself again just how much money he was making off this.  Because no matter how high his self esteem was, being laughed at while naked was a recurring stress dream he had.  

He was pulling on his robe when someone tapped him on the shoulder.  He turned, looking down into a pair of wide blue eyes.  "I just wanted to apologize…"  she said, hefting her portfolio under her arm.  "I get nervous when I’m around nude people, I have no idea why…"

“Your strict, midwestern upbringing?” he countered, arching his eyebrow.  

She snort-laughed, nodding.  "Wouldn’t doubt it in the least.  Just…" she shrugged.  "For what it’s worth, it’s worse around hot guys.  Which you are.“ She waved her hand vaguely to encompass his entire body.  "A specimen.”  

He felt a blush rising in his cheeks.  "I might be persuaded to forgive you…" He smirked a little.

“You drink coffee?” she asked, not missing a beat.  "You could throw something on and I could treat you.  It’s the least I could do after giggling.“  

Loki reached for his clothing that he’d laid over a chair.  "I’ll need a few minutes…I don’t believe I caught your name?”  

“Darcy.  Lewis,” she answered.  "And I know yours.“  

bloomsoftly:

i’m so glad you’re liking them!
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this is a drabble that serves as the 4th part of the guns & rosaries ‘verse. you might wanna read the other parts first.

read: part 1, part 2, part 3

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The ride from the medical clinic to the inn was fraught with tension. Less because the occupants of the car were angry with each other, and more because the two couples couldn’t wait to find themselves alone. Darcy couldn’t even stand to look at Loki, she was so desperate for his touch. When his pinky reached across the space between them to hook around hers, she honestly thought she might spontaneously combust.

His warmth radiated from the seat next to hers, so inviting she couldn’t help but look in his direction. The darkness outside prevented her from being able to read his expression; his face was obscured by shadow. She could feel his eyes on her, though, hot and lingering.

And then they were pulling up beneath the welcoming light of the inn, and she caught her first true glimpse of his expression since they were at the clinic treating his wounds. Whereas in the sterile medical room his eyes had been tender and watchful, never straying from her—like he was worried that she was safe, like she might disappear if he looked away for even a second—now his gaze was a full-blown smolder.

It sent lightning coursing down her spine, bold and sharp, until she couldn’t focus on anything but the expectation rising in her blood and the frantic beat of her heart. A satisfied smirk crept across his face, as though he knew exactly what he was doing to her. Another time, perhaps, she might draw out the hunt. Keep him guessing, toy with him a little.

But right now the image of him sailing across the room to lie in a broken heap was too vivid, the memory too fresh. All she wanted to do was get him upstairs and examine him, prove to them both that they had survived and were alive and well. She wanted to get her hands on him, on every glorious, naked inch.

Jane looked between them knowingly as they got out of the car. “See you in the morning. Try not to break anything, or we’ll have to pay for it.” And with a teasing grin she was gone, headed back to Thor’s place.

Without looking at Loki—she couldn’t, didn’t have the strength—Darcy strode into the inn and toward the room they’d rented. He followed behind her, walking close enough that their fingertips brushed against each other every few steps. There was an electric charge sparking between them, and Darcy felt like everyone in the lobby was staring at them.

And then they were in the quiet corridor, within steps of her room. Loki held his hand out for the key, silently demanding to enter first. With a concern for his aches and bruises, Darcy thought about protesting. The slight clenching of his defiant jaw gave him away, and she acquiesced silently. She knew he was only concerned with keeping her safe, and on tonight of all nights, she could stand to indulge his need.

The room was empty, as expected, and Darcy followed him inside. The door had barely closed behind her when she was pressed up against it by six feet of frantic, aroused male. She groaned against his mouth, clinging to him as his tongue swept between her lips. His hands were everywhere: sunk in her hair, caressing her cheek and neck, gripping her waist and kneading her hips.

His touch was soft, if insistent; it was a direct contrast to the unyielding wood of the door at her back, and she shifted against him. The motion brought him back to his senses, and he pulled her away from the door. Toward the bed.

Tripping over herself to pull them up short, she whispered against his mouth, “Are you sure? Your bruises—”

“I’m sure,” he growled, nipping lightly at her lower lip as punishment for doubting him.

“Okay,” she whispered, leaning fully into his body and opening herself up to him.

He froze against her, then burst into a blur of action. All of a sudden her back hit the bed, and he was reaching to help her strip beneath him. She watched him through lowered lashes as he moved; she wanted to memorize everything about this moment.

His eyes shone with appreciation as he looked at her, and he leaned back on his heels to study the picture she made. “We’ll have plenty of time for that later,” she promised, pulling him back down to her. And then there was no more talking.

dresupi:

Pairing:  Darcy Lewis/Loki
Word Count: 1172
Prompt:  #6 “Take your damn holiday lights down, it’s June.”  

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Darcy’s next door neighbor, Loki Laufeyson, had the nicest lawn on the entire street.  He had imported sod, beautifully sculpted topiaries and gorgeous azeleas.  It was flat out beautiful.  

And in contrast, Darcy had the trashiest lawn in the entire world.  Well, maybe the world was a little ambitious.  It was definitely in the top ten, though.  

She had tacky flamingos, a kiddie pool that she lounged in on a regular basis during the summer months, and a rather aggressive mint garden.  It had started out as an herb garden, but mint was crazy and now it was a mint garden.  

And, for the past seven months, she’d had some lovely holiday lights on timers.  

Now in his defense, the first time he asked her to take them down, he was very polite.  

It had happened exactly one day following New Year’s.  

He’d rung her doorbell and asked her in a very polite way to please get her lights down in a timely manner this year.  He’d then, in true Loki fashion, ruined his politeness by reminding her how long it had taken her to remove them the year previous.  

So Darcy, in her infinite wisdom and snarkiness, had promised to do her best to have them down just as soon as she could.  And she’d then proceeded to come up with a new reason every weekend for not removing the lights.  

For the entire month of February, she maintained that since her neon Santa was red and white, he was a portly version of St. Valentine and therefore a festive decoration.  

For March, she’d feigned a light cough.  Allergies.  

April was pretty fun, because she’d stretched April Fool’s Day out over the entire month by telling Loki each time he asked that she was just headed out to do it.  Only to then yell ’April Fool’s!’ over his privacy fence and proceed to do what she’d done for the past three months.  Which was nothing.  

She’d taken to turning the sprinklers on whenever Mr. Laufeyson happened to come near her lawn during the month of May.  She had a waterproof remote and sat in her kiddie pool while she tormented him.  

If she’d gotten a whiff of anyone else in the neighborhood being upset about her lights, she’d have taken them down in an instant.  But, she was pretty sure they either didn’t care or were as annoyed with Loki as she was, and therefore could overlook the faux pas of her tacky neon Santa and twinkly lights.  

Currently it was June and honestly, she’d run out of ideas.  

But he was nothing if not predictable, and kind of hot when he got all flustered.  So, she kept up her prank if only for the lolz.  

He rang her doorbell on this lovely June morning and when she opened it, she was greeted to a positively frightening sight.  

He was…smiling.  Not that he was a particularly frightening guy.  He was actually kind of handsome.  Okay, not handsome, he had some straight up John Thornton vibes going.  

“Can I…help you?” she asked.  

“Ms. Lewis…”  

“Darcy,” she corrected him.  

“Darcy…” he continued.  "If you don’t mind, I would like to volunteer my services in removing your holiday lights.  It seems to be a difficult prospect for you, and as a good neighbor, I’d like to help.“  

Darcy smirked and shook her head.  "Nah.  It’s not that hard.  Just gotta lug out the ladder from the garage.  And climb up it and yank ‘em down.  Probably might take me an hour.  Tops.”  

Loki took a deep breath and let it out.  "Can I assist you in th–“  

“Nope,” Darcy said, grinning widely.  

“For pity’s sake, woman…” he hissed under his breath.  "Could you please, just take your damn lights down?  It’s June.“

"This really bothers you, doesn’t it?” she asked, folding her arms and leaning against her doorframe, clearly amused.  

His mouth twitched before he answered.  "It clearly does.“  

"Well, okay, then.  That’s all you had to say.”  

“Really?” He looked so hopeful, she almost didn’t want to continue.

Only almost.  Because he really was unbearable.  

“Nope,” she replied, popping the ‘p’.  

His nostrils flared as his face fell.  "You are infuriating.“  

"Thanks!  But listen, I would be willing to consider a holiday light removal if you could do one little thing for me.”  

“What?” he practically snarled.  

“Geez dude, touchy, touchy.”  She raised her hands in front of her.  "That’s what I’m talking about right there.  You’re a mean old grouch.  Except you’re not really all that old.“  She shrugged.  "You’re actually a mean foxy grouch, but you know, the mean grouch really kills the fox.”  

He raised his eyebrows slightly.  "The only reason I act the way I do is because you push me to it.“  

Darcy snorted.  "That’s entirely for my benefit, huh?”  

He frowned, sputtering slightly.  "That’s…that’s…no!“  

"Whatever dude.  Listen.  I’ll remove my lights this very afternoon if you will stop being such an unapproachable curmudgeon to everyone else in the neighborhood.”  

“I am perfectly pleasant!” he argued.  

“Dude.  No.  I am perfectly pleasant.  Do you see how the entire neighborhood has sided with me on this little…whatever it is?”  She gestured towards her yard, sweeping her arm to include his too.  "Do you think it’s because they like the tacky spectacle that is my home?“  

He furrowed his brow in thought.  "No, I…I suppose not…”  

Darcy smirked.  "Right?  It’s because they like me.  It’s because I take part in the block parties, and I put out candy on Halloween.  And…yeah, my lawn might be horrendously decorated, but I pay the Johnson’s daughter to mow it like everyone else on the block.  Except you.“  She pointed her finger and pushed against his chest.  "So dude.  I will take those lights down right now, if you promise to be an actively nice member of this community.  Deal?”  She held out her hand.  

He took another deep breath and nodded, grasping her hand and shaking it.  "Deal.“  

"Cool beans, bruh.”  She smirked and slipped on her flip flops.  "And as promised, the lights will come down.  But you had better believe they’ll be back up the next time you act like a douche monkey, got it?“  

"You’re not…going to climb a ladder in those shoes, are you?”  Loki asked, frowning deeply once more.

Darcy sighed.  "What is wrong with my shoes?  Do they not match the trim on my house?“  

"Unless your trim is fluorescent orange, no.  But they aren’t the proper footwear to be traipsing up and down on a ladder.  I’d never forgive myself if you fell from that height and cracked you pretty little head open on your driveway…I’ll climb the ladder.  You can wind them up as I pull them down.”  

Darcy couldn’t help but smile as she led Loki out to her garage.  "So, tell me, Lokes…do you really think I have a pretty little head?“  

He stopped walking and turned to look at her.  "Yes.  And that isn’t just my attempt at being a good neighbor.”  

dresupi:

for @sweetsigyn

Part 1 is [here], prompted by @mischiefslady

Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Loki
Length: 146 words
Prompt:  Mutual Pining (Six Sentence Valentines)
Tags: First date, Loki cooking,
Warnings:  None

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‘Dinner’ actually took place at Darcy’s apartment.  Because she thought maybe it would be easier for them both if they stayed in.  

Past-Darcy wasn’t the greatest with ideas.  Or maybe she was the best at ideas.  Darcy was definitely on the fence.

Because while she did have to clean up her apartment to make it look like a functioning adult lived here, Loki was now cooking in her kitchen.  So it was up in the air.  

Darcy was seated on one of the stools at the counter, wetting her lips at the rim of her wine glass.  

She didn’t know it was possible for him to get hotter than he already was.  But then he had to start mincing and chopping and sauteeing in her effing kitchen.  Using her grandmother’s cast iron skillet.  

And now the stove wasn’t the only hot thing in her apartment, okay?