for @fudebusho
Pairing: Darcy/Loki
Word Count: 1022
Prompt: ‘Head Over Heels’ by Tears for Fears (1985)
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Link: Ao3
“Do you have plans after work, Ms. Lewis?”
Loki’s question hung there in the air around them. And it took Darcy a few seconds to realize that the ‘Ms. Lewis’ he was referring to was her. Loki, Thor’s baby brother (not so much ‘baby’ as ‘not-quite-so-ancient-by-earth-standards’ as Thor) wanted to know if she had plans after work.
What were words again?
“No,” she said bluntly, finally answering him and cutting through the tension with her machete of awkward. It was lucky that he’d approached her when she was alone at her desk. This significantly cut down on the level of awkward.
If her labmates weren’t two of the nosiest scientists in the entire world.
Jane let out a whisper of a sigh and Bruce resumed typing.
Or maybe she was just imagining that everything had stopped the second Loki spoke to her.
Maybe if he did it more often – talked to her, that is – it wouldn’t be such an earth-stopping event. But he didn’t.
She could count on her hand the number of words he’d spoken to her that day, actually…other than the query about her plans. Pretty much a ‘hello’ when she’d arrived and a muttered ‘excuse me’ when she had to move around him to get at the thing Jane was rapidly and vaguely fluttering her hands at.
Loki was supposedly the silver-tongued prince of Asgard…why wasn’t he using that tongue on her?
Oh god… she berated herself, in complete disbelief that she’d even so much as thought about that.
Well, not SO much disbelief. In addition to being silver-tongued, he was purportedly handsome. And Darcy could concur. So much concurring was happening. Oh holy hell, did the concurring happen.
But in all honesty? Darcy was a touch relieved that the younger Odinson – was it Odinson? Thor still called him ‘brother’, but there was a little bit of cringing happening on Loki’s part whenever he did – anyway…She was relieved that Loki didn’t speak to her as often as his nickname would imply. Mostly because he scared her.
Not in the ‘former-evil-genius-who-tried-to-enslave-mankind’ way…Thor had pretty much explained what all that mess was about. Not to minimize the horrible things he’d done in the slightest, but Darcy was around a bunch of people who seemed to have these horrific pasts and one of the best things about her was her ability to look past actions and into the person.
But she’d done that a little with Loki and he scared her for a different reason. The unbridled-wildness kind of way…
Not that Darcy hadn’t tamed a wild stallion or two in her day…but Loki seemed to be a different breed. He was one of those things Thor talked about all the time. A bilgesnipe.
Or maybe something a little less ugly. Did they have wild stags on Asgard?
“Would you like to?” Loki asked. Another question.
Damn, he was all for quadrupling his total spoken word count in her direction today, wasn’t he?
“To have plans?” she asked, totally delaying the inevitable, where he asked what she was pretty sure he was going to ask and she melted into a puddle of awkward on the floor.
“Plans…dinner…vigorous love-making…the choice is yours, Ms. Lewis.”
She could swear Bruce started choking. And maybe it was a coincidence – dude didn’t seem to know the meaning of small sips when it came to piping hot tea – but it didn’t seem like it.
She drew up her courage from somewhere deep within her. Somewhere deep. Like it was deep as fuck, you guys. Deep, deep down courage.
She tilted her head, saucily placing her hand on her hip. “I think if vigorous lovemaking is on the table, you should definitely call me Darcy.” She winked and added at the end for an extra punch of umph. “Lokes.”
He smiled. Which…up until this point, she hadn’t really seen in its final form.
Did she say she was scared? Scared wasn’t the word anymore.
Hopelessly giddy. That’s what she was.
Because Loki’s smile? In what she hoped was its final form? Was nothing but downright sexy. Dude had bedroom eyes for days. And cheekbones that went all the way, man. Whatever that meant? It was true.
She felt her cheeks flush hot and pink as she stood there.
“Darcy it is…” he paused for a moment before continuing. “I’d like to see you tonight…”
She was biting down on her lower lip to stop herself from grinning. “See me where?”
His eyes widened infinitesimally. “I would be forever grateful if you’d allow me to cook you dinner? If you’d allow me to show you the stars…the galaxies…worlds so much different than the one where you live…worlds that would hold you in the highest regards. Darcy.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Maybe let’s start with dinner. At my place. I’ll help you cook. And… in response to the latter part of your statement…declaration…statlaration? I dunno if you’ve noticed? I’m held in some pretty high regards around here.” She cocked her head to the side with a smirk.
“Not high enough,” he countered.
Ah. There it was. The silver tongue. He wanted something.
And judging by the look in those eyes of his, that something was Darcy Catherine Lewis.
“Flattery will get you nowhere. A nicely cooked steak, though? That’ll win wars.”
Loki let out the breath he was holding and conceded. “Steak it is…” He squinted skeptically. “What sort of person doesn’t like flattery?” he asked.
“The sort who has heard enough of it to realize that it’s only rarely sincere. The sort of person who already knows all the bullshit you’re trying to tell me. I know what I am. I’m a hot, young, voluptuous woman. I certainly didn’t need you to fall from the sky and fill me in.”
He smiled again. Same smile as before. “I suppose that will save me a lot of time, then.”
Darcy couldn’t help but return the expression. He hadn’t gotten all butthurt and horrible. “I suppose it will.”
“Dinner at eight?”
“Not if you expect me to not eat anything beforehand.”
“Seven?”
“That’s more like it.”
Tag: fanfic
For “send me a ship” can you do Darcy/Loki?
- who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter
Loki is the werewolf, thousands of years old and becoming more wolf, less man with every year. Darcy is the hunter, born and raised, but she’s never faced a quarry as skilled or dangerous as Loki.
- who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman
Loki is the merman (son of the Merking) who enjoys flouting the rules and visiting the surface, luring mortals into the water with his tricks. Darcy is the only child of a fisherman who takes his boat out when he disappears and demands that Loki gives him back right frigging now.
- who’s the witch and who’s the familiar
Darcy is the witch, Loki is the black cat familiar who’s actually a cursed sorcerer and brings her a lot of luck with her spellwork.
- who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict
Darcy’s the barista and Loki takes his coffee black with a lot of impatience
- who’s the professor and who’s the TA
Loki is the professor. Professor of what, nobody’s quite sure. He lectures, people listen, but he doesn’t actually appear in any information provided by the university and nobody can sign up for his classes, they stumble into them accidentally. Darcy needs a bit of spare cash to get through her PhD and somehow ends up as his assistant even though she didn’t apply and nobody at the university seems to know about her either.
- who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)
Loki is the prince, obvs. Darcy is the knight, the daughter of a minor noble family who refused to accept her lot in life as “marry an old man and die in childbirth”. Instead, she’s found her niche as a dragon-slayer with help from her friend, the inventress Jane. Only trouble is, when she rescues Loki from the dragon who has him prisoner, she begins to suspect all is not it seems. Like, maybe, Loki’s really a dragon?
- who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent
Darcy’s the teacher, still new in the job and not sure if it’s really her calling. It does help pay her student loans. Loki is the widowed father of an adorable, precocious girl in Darcy’s class, but something tells Darcy there’s more to him than meets the eye. Why is an upper-class Brit living in small town Oregon, and why exactly is a six-year-old so convinced she’s a princess?
- who’s the writer and who’s the editor
Loki is the writer. A pain in the arse, too, but at least Darcy isn’t his editor and only has to listen to her friend bitch about him while she deals with more easy-going authors. Right? What do you mean you’re leaving? Oh hell no, you can’t reassign that drama queen to me.
For “send me a ship” can you do Darcy/Loki?
- who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter
Loki is the werewolf, thousands of years old and becoming more wolf, less man with every year. Darcy is the hunter, born and raised, but she’s never faced a quarry as skilled or dangerous as Loki.
- who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman
Loki is the merman (son of the Merking) who enjoys flouting the rules and visiting the surface, luring mortals into the water with his tricks. Darcy is the only child of a fisherman who takes his boat out when he disappears and demands that Loki gives him back right frigging now.
- who’s the witch and who’s the familiar
Darcy is the witch, Loki is the black cat familiar who’s actually a cursed sorcerer and brings her a lot of luck with her spellwork.
- who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict
Darcy’s the barista and Loki takes his coffee black with a lot of impatience
- who’s the professor and who’s the TA
Loki is the professor. Professor of what, nobody’s quite sure. He lectures, people listen, but he doesn’t actually appear in any information provided by the university and nobody can sign up for his classes, they stumble into them accidentally. Darcy needs a bit of spare cash to get through her PhD and somehow ends up as his assistant even though she didn’t apply and nobody at the university seems to know about her either.
- who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)
Loki is the prince, obvs. Darcy is the knight, the daughter of a minor noble family who refused to accept her lot in life as “marry an old man and die in childbirth”. Instead, she’s found her niche as a dragon-slayer with help from her friend, the inventress Jane. Only trouble is, when she rescues Loki from the dragon who has him prisoner, she begins to suspect all is not it seems. Like, maybe, Loki’s really a dragon?
- who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent
Darcy’s the teacher, still new in the job and not sure if it’s really her calling. It does help pay her student loans. Loki is the widowed father of an adorable, precocious girl in Darcy’s class, but something tells Darcy there’s more to him than meets the eye. Why is an upper-class Brit living in small town Oregon, and why exactly is a six-year-old so convinced she’s a princess?
- who’s the writer and who’s the editor
Loki is the writer. A pain in the arse, too, but at least Darcy isn’t his editor and only has to listen to her friend bitch about him while she deals with more easy-going authors. Right? What do you mean you’re leaving? Oh hell no, you can’t reassign that drama queen to me.
When Darcy is five, she plays in the woods behind her house. She meets a boy she’s never seen before, and invites him to play with her and her friends. He accepts, on the strange condition that she never ask him his name.
When Darcy is six, the boy is her best friend. He doesn’t visit often, but when he does, he feels like home.
When Darcy is seven, curiosity gets the better of her. “Who are you?” she blurts out on one of their evening walks. “Where do you live?”
When she turns around, the boy is gone.
When Darcy is seven, her mother tells her she is getting too old to have an imaginary friend.
When Loki is five, he stumbles upon a hidden passageway to Midgard. There, he meets the girl named Darcy. He visits every day, but time works differently in this realm, and he misses whole weeks and months of her life. She becomes his best friend and his real home. He wants to keep nothing from her, but guards his name and origin out of fear.
When Loki is five, the girl named Darcy asks him for the truth, and he runs from her in panic.
Fresh Prince of Asgard
Yeah, so that moment Thor is narrating and looking back at how he got in this situation? It kind of reminded me of another prince.
(Unmute to hear)
Now this is the story all about how
My life got flip-turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute, it’s a bit of a shock,
I’ll tell you how I ended up in Thor RagnarokIn Norse mythology, where my legend begins,
In battle is how I got most of my wins,
Killing Frost Giants with the Warriors Three
And making sure Midgard was safe from Loki,When a woman called Hela who was up to no good,
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
She broke my hammer and evilly said,
“Goodbye motherfuckers. Asgard is dead.”I landed in a junkyard, confused and upset,
Before weird-arse aliens threw me in a net.
If anything I would say this day really blew,
But no time to complain, it’s on to act two!I rocked into the arena with my snazzy new hair
And I yell to the crowd “That’s my colleague over there!”
I look at his expression and I’m totally screwed,
As I’m about to get mauled by my favourite green dude
AU // Darcy Lewis as a Demi-Goddess as suggested by @typhoidmeri
– I made a short ficlet to go with the fan art –
It was their first time in Asgard.
Well, not really. It was Jane’s second?
Third? Seventh? In Asgard. It was her first.
Darcy has been invited the previous times they had to cross the rainbow
bridge, but she refused. Her mother would kill her.“Those Asgardians with their stupid tree of
life and their posh golden castles. They think they’re so much better than us
Olympians. They’re obviously wrong, Darcy, so don’t listen to a word they say,”
her uncle’s siblings used to say. (Zeus. It was mostly Zeus. And Hera. And
Ares.)Who was her uncle? No one other than Hades.
Who was her mother? The goddess Nyx. Which was kind of ironic since Darcy
herself didn’t really personify night skies and darkness. Although ending up
working for (with!!!) Jane made sense when she thought about it. She didn’t
tell her friend though, when she chose to help clear the skies when they went
out star hunting.“You’ll love it Darce! Everything’s so
golden, and they have the perfect view of the sky. And there are so many things
to learn! Their healers know advanced medical techniques!”Darcy listened to Jane, all the time
pretending she heard this for the first time. (She already heard it from uncle
Zeus. “They think their technology is better than ours simply because it’s
fancier! Heathens!!! Their healers can’t even-“)“Darcy! Are you even listening?”
“Yes Jane. Rainbow bridge. Awesome doctors
and nurses. Golden gates.”“Darcy!”
“What? My expertise is negotiating between
countries. Not which doctors can cure the flue faster.”“Just don’t be a drag? Odin has went from
hating me to tolerating me, and I can’t have you-““Jeopradize your relationship with Thor.
Goddit boss lady.”Thor called for Heimdall and in a flash
they were transported. Darcy’s eyes hurt the moment they landed. Odin must be
overcompensating for something.“Welcome, Lady Jane and Lady Darcy. If you
feel queasy, that is normal.”“Nah, I’m fine golden eyes,” she stated to
who she assumed was Heimdall, standing straight with his golden regalia. He
raised an eyebrow, and she mentally slapped herself. This guy already knew her
secret, didn’t he?“Your rooms await you,” he replies, simply
smiling rather mysteriously Darcy’s way.One of the maids (slaves? Long line of
servants families? She didn’t know how the service industry works in Asgard,
okay?) led her to her room, which was so much bigger than her dingy apartment
back on Earth“A dress has been chosen for you, milady. Please wear it to the
ball,” the maid said. Jane walked by and whispered rather loudly, “Please wear
it Darcy. The dinner’s formal and it’s polite to wear it so don’t wear one of
your strappy dresses for bar hopping.”Darcy faked a gasp. “I would never!” she
said before laughing and entering her room.She looked at her dress. Wearing Asgardian
clothes as a daughter of an Olympian (well…technically Chthonic) deity? Even
Hades, as patient as he is, would get angry. Something about wearing the
clothes of the enemy team. Thank goodness she brought one of the dresses her aunt
made for her. Persephone did always have good taste. It was polite enough for a
formal dinner party, without looking to Midgardian, but still not Grecian
enough to make people notice that she was a half. “Aunt Seph, you’re the best!”Darcy cleaned and prepped herself,
wondering what kind of people were invited to the king’s feast. Asgardians
probably ate a lot. At least, if most of them ate like Thor they would. She donned on her dress. It was a pretty
lilac-ish, lavender-ish (Persephone’s words, not hers!) colour that was soft
enough to obscure her familial ties. She wasn’t bold enough to wear her
mother’s colours to an Asgardian feast.Darcy stepped out of her room and promptly
crashed into another body. Another rather hard, leather-bound body.“I didn’t know we invited the Olympian
pantheon to an Asgardian feast,” the sarcastic voice drawled. Drawled. It made
her skin crawl. And not in a bad way. She wished it was in a bad way.“You didn’t. I’m Midgardian. Fling me off a
roof and I die Midgardian???” she replied, trying to conceal her panic and her
lie. He really was as smart as the stories told.“We can test that theory of yours.”
“Be ready to be beaten to a pulp by Bruce
again if you try to do that Loki,” she said right back, boldly looking up at
him (quite up, he was a tall man).His reply was an amused smirk.
“Well, milady?” he finally said after a
long rather tense silence. She took his offered arm and they went together to
the ballroom where the feast was held.
Darcy was floored. Everything was gold. Chairs, pillars, the goddamn
ceiling. Everything. It didn’t compare to Tartarus, obviously, because the dark
glinting walls and silver lights that made up her second home grew on her.
Asgard was just so 180 she kind of went into shock.Her eyes scanned the entire
room. Her hand went up to cover her open mouth. It was gorgeous. Jane totally didn’t exaggerate.“Shocked? I assume there is nothing like
this on Midgard,” Loki said, a smirk on his face from what she could see from
the corner of her eye.“Cathedrals, my man, cathedrals are totally
like this. And castles. Palaces? Yeah those.”“Midgardian palaces?” he inquired, his
smirk growing, as if he know something he shouldn’t, and would use it against
her.Darcy starts to get cold sweat in fear of
her secret getting spilled.You’re
a god damn demi-goddess, Darcy Lewis! Get over yourself! You can get through an
Asgardian meet n greet!But before she could tell Loki to shut his
trap, fanfares started and they were ushered in.
Tasertricks AU: Loki Laufeyson is imprisoned deep within the earth for over five thousand years and cursed to be conscious every moment in his personal hell, a punishment for a crime he did not commit but then archaeologist, Dr. Jane Foster and anthropologist, Dr. Darcy Lewis unearth his prison. They set in motion a chain reaction that causes Loki’s incarcerator, Thanatos to be awakened. Loki finds himself battling with old enemies to protect new friends and it does not help that he has found himself grown attached to Darcy which does not go unseen by Thanatos.
Is someone writing this…..because I need it….
Hello!
This is for @nemhaine42 from me, @wickedwriter916 and I went a little outside of my wheelhouse for this one and wrote my first Tasertricks. Tropes requested included: Darcy and Tony Stark’s daughter, Fake Dating and Mutual Pining. I hope you enjoy it! I may get through to a part two as this seriously got away from me, Merry Xmas/Happy Holidays 😀
Tasertricks, UFO Sighting
for @hkthauer
“Ooo, look!” Darcy pointed up into the sky. “A UFO.”
“Everything is not a UFO, Darling…” Loki said, rolling his
eyes.“It is if I don’t know what it is…” she retorted. “Do you
know what that is, Mr. Smarty-Chaps?”“It’s probably an aircraft of some kind,” he began.
“PROBABLY. As in, you
don’t know for sure?”“No, I don’t. Hence probably.”
“See? A UFO,” she
concluded.
Darcy/Loki, Secret Marriage
8. Secret Relationship/Marriage
Loki’s lips pressed firmly against hers the second the door slammed behind them. “Did you see the look in his eyes when you said no?” he murmured. “He wanted you and had no idea you were my wife…”
Darcy snorted back a laugh. “I think you get off entirely too much on this secretly married thing. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it was a kink…That guy just wanted to get coffee, nothing else.”
“You’re telling me it’s not the slightest bit arousing to think that no other woman but you can have me?” He asked, his lips trailing down her jaw towards her throat. “And he wanted more than coffee, Darcy…”
She hummed, losing herself in his kisses. “Whatever freezes your ice, Babe…”
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