Other Installments in this Graphic + Ficlet Series: Prequel | Part 2
“What was that?”
Jane’s voice was enough to break Darcy out of her trance. “Erm…what was what?”
“He smiled at you.” The tiny brunette raised a questioning eyebrow at her.
Darcy didn’t answer. After all, it was just a smile.
One simple smile.
But considering the source, it was the most unusual thing in the world. Loki was, after all, a god – an apparently vicious and sneaky one who could not be trusted. And at the moment, he was being lead away in deity-resistant handcuffs to a jail cell somewhere deep in S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. Yet somehow, he managed to smile directly at her – a pleasantly calm yet cryptic smile that lasted mere seconds.
Darcy knew she should be afraid, but for some very odd reason, she wasn’t. Well, maybe a little afraid, but not completely. Truth be told, she was more curious and intrigued than fearful – even more so now that they had that strange interlude.
From the corner of her eye, Darcy could see Jane shaking her head slightly at her, probably from worry and wonder. She couldn’t blame her; she certainly couldn’t make sense of any of it herself.
They continued to watch from behind as the group of soldiers marched down the hall and away from sight. And just like that, it was over. The ‘God of Mischief’ was gone and out of Darcy’s life.
Darcy tries to get Loki to come play in the snow with her, by any means necessary. Even if that means breaking out the Disney songs.
This has not been beta’d.
This kinda just popped into my head. It’s AU, not serious, and I’m, like, abandoning most all of the angst. It’s probably way out of character for the both of them, but I felt an urge to write it. So… I did 😛
Also, for Darcy Lewis Fluff Week Challenge.
Edit: It’s now been added to AO3 [x], where I added a bit more to it, so you can read it there or click ‘read more’ to read below 😛 (edit to the edit, this fic is now updated to match the AO3 version)
Darcy groaned as she leaned over to wipe the steam from her bathroom mirror off. Loki had offered to spell the mirror so it would stay clean and clear even through the hottest of showers, but she had reminded him that she was human. Or at least she was for a little while longer, and even though it was silly, she wanted to enjoy doing things the mortal way for as long as she could.
Looking into the mirror she couldn’t help the huge grin that took over her features. She never would have thought her life would turn out the way it had, but there she was standing in a luxurious bathroom in the palace on Asgard.
Tearing her eyes away from the mirror she set about getting dressed for the day. Loki had tried to press servants on her, but that she also refused and told him that no matter how long she lived she couldn’t stand the thought of someone else messing with her underwear.
Darcy sighed as she buttoned up her favorite pair of jeans, the fabric a little tight around her stomach. She knew she would be uncomfortable all day, but she also knew that it would be the last time she would be able to wear them for awhile. Plus as Loki was taking her to Earth for the day she didn’t think the dresses made from yards of the emerald silk he insisted on would really go over with her fellow humans.
“Surely we could find something here to do for the day.” Loki leaned against the bathroom doorway watching as his wife placed an atrocious hat on her head. He had always hated her hats.
“Yeah, and I know just what you have in mind, but I want one last visit to Earth before I’m no longer human. Come on, you like Earth, I mean you did try to take it over.” Darcy winked at her husband as she slipped on her boots. She was the only one able to get away with teasing him, all others ended up on the wrong end of Loki’s tricks.
“And look what I got for it, the consolation prize.” Loki laughed as Darcy’s hat was snatched away by a duplicate behind her and tossed his way. He caught it in one hand and smirked at the look on his wife’s face. It had been that look, that fury in her eyes that he had fallen in love with. She was strong and had refused to bow to him, it had intrigued him to the point he couldn’t stay away. It hadn’t taken him long after that to realize how much he had fallen in love with her.
“Loki! I swear, if you destroy that hat like my others you will be servicing yourself for the next month!” Darcy lunged forward for her hat, only to smack her face right into her husband’s leather clad chest. The infuriating man delighted in destroying her hats, and much of her human clothing for that matter. She lightly punched his chest as he slipped the hand with her hat behind his back and then proceeded to try and climb around and over him to get her hat.
“I doubt you could last that long My Dear.” Loki laughed and looked down at the woman that was now hanging off of him, her legs wrapped around his waist and hands clasped behind his neck. She looked comical with her hair all mussed up as she tried to actually climb him.
“Loki! That is my last hat!” Darcy tried to maneuver herself so she could reach behind her husband, but he just placed his free hand on her bottom and gave her a gentle smack.
“I’ll buy you a billion more hats, but this one has to go. Sorry Love, but this thing looks like a mad hound got to it, and I just can’t allow myself to be seen with someone in it.” Slipping his hand from her bottom and to the base of her neck he pulled her up as he leaned down and gave a small peck to her nose.
Darcy pulled back when she felt something velvety against her cheek and couldn’t help the soft giggle at finding a rose. Loki sure had a sense of humor as the flower he held in his hand still retained the colors and pattern of the knit hat he had made it from.
Shaking her head she took the rose and brought it to her nose. He was forever doing little things that made her smile and scream in turn. The hat before had been turned into a bird that had flown around and delighted all the children in the Court for hours. As far as she knew one of the little girls had taken it home in a cage Loki had fashioned out of golden branches, and it remained with her still.
“Come on Lover Boy, you promised me a day out.”
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A.N: Ok, so I decided to do the Darcy Lewis Fluff week, and I couldn’t resist doing it Tasertricks. I’m thinking that all the oneshots I write this week are going to be connected, so unless I say otherwise assume they are. Also as I missed yesterday I’m posting two tonight.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Darcy drew open the wardrobe doors and rolled her eyes at the coats. “Sure, Jane, there’s a magic world in the wardrobe. What are you, seven?”
She pushed the coats aside, holding her iphone up to video the whole ridiculous ordeal. Only her fist didn’t connect with the back and no knocking sounded. “What the?” She poked her head from between the furs and screamed. “Holy what the fuck? Seriously?”
She walked into the snow, her sweatpants soaking through as her feet sank. “But. But this is ridiculous.” She walked, watching for the light post her boss had mentioned. Instead, she found a road dusted in white. Bells approached – a monstrous blue beast drawing an ornate sleigh.
“And what,” a voice drawled, “brings you to my kingdom?”
Darcy looked up at the blue figure wrapped in pale furs and tried for a friendly type of grin. “I shoulda taken that left turn at Albuquerque?”
The man frowned and offered a hand. “Mortal, you will die in this cold.” With a wave of his hand he presented her with a steaming drink in a fancy silver cup. “Drink, I don’t wish to deal with cleaning up corpses.”
Darcy took the drink. “Ok, but if you pull out a box of turkish delight I am not falling for it.”
I love it!
I kept thinking of Loki in the fur coat from the trailers 😛
☢ AU: The Avengers, Darcy/Loki » “A Storm is Brewing” ☢
~ The God of Mischief will leave Earth in no time…or so Darcy believes. ~
(This is a prequel to the following graphics + ficlets that I made:Part 1 | Part 2 )
“So…this is him?”
Darcy’s nose scrunched slightly as her eyes darted back and forth between the image on S.H.I.E.L.D.’s monitor and the book laid out before them.
“Yes, that’s him…that’s Loki.”
The pointed inflection in Jane’s voice made Darcy look up at her. She sounded anxious – and even a bit angry. Naturally, that was to be expected, considering the source of her anger happened to be an individual who had injured and killed human beings…not to mention, he was a deity, just like Thor.
And he wasn’t just any powerful deity, mind you. Loki was Thor’s brother.
But that’s where the connection began and ended. In essence, the two siblings couldn’t be more different. From what little Darcy had gathered, they were like night and day. Where Thor was the brawn, Loki was the brains. One moved with the strength and power of a lion, the other with the elegance and stealth of a gazelle. And apparently, it suited Loki quite well. He had managed to creep up on S.H.I.E.L.D. and wreak havoc when they had least expected it.
He certainly was the storm that no one had anticipated.
But now, the strongest reinforcements were being called in for help, which meant Loki would soon be captured in Stuttgart. Darcy peered over again at the projection of him on the LCD screen, his menacing gaze practically challenging anyone who would dare look that way. That profile was the closest she would ever get to him, and that was just fine in her book. With S.H.I.E.L.D. quickly taking the helm, the storm would blow over soon, and the brouhaha would cease.
I do not love you except because I love you, I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love, I hate you deeply, and hating you. Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
In this part of the story I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
Tony Stark had long ago accepted that his life was weird. Charmed and amazing – often terrifying – but weird. Still, this took the cake. It’s not every day that he loaned out a guest room to a funny girl who got herself knocked up by the God of Mischief.
Ok, so as a Political Scientist, I’ve got a few qualms about how my field is represented in the fandoms. A lot of people aren’t quite sure what we do, and that’s understandable because we do a lot!
Before we start, I’ll go over my qualifications to discuss this. I graduated from Florida State University with duel degrees in International Affairs (comparative politics concentration) and Political Science (public administration concentration). My Master’s degree is in International Affairs (public admin/terrorism concentration), conferred by FSU. Right now I’m working on a PhD in Conflict Analysis and Resolution. So, as you can see, I’ve got a ton of experience with Political Science.
So what is Poli Sci? Basically, it’s the study of the state, nation, government, and politics/policies of government. Vague? That’s because it’s broken down into 5 categories: political theory, comparative politics, public administration, international relations, and public law (you can argue for political methodology to be included). There are a ton of different methodological approaches (realism, liberalism, positivism/post-positivism, etc.) that I won’t bore you by going into.
Universities differ in the requirements for their students to be awarded the degree. In general, however, you can almost guarantee that a political scientist has had exposure to the great political writers (Hobbes, Locke, Rousseau, Voltaire, etc.) that the Founding Fathers drew heavily from. We take a lot of specialized classes depending on what subsection you want to go into. For instance, I took American Legislative Systems, the American Presidency, and Race/Ethnicity and Politics because I wanted to look at US politics (my IA classes were much more interesting). Given that Darcy understands Farsi (see: Thor 2 junior novel), I would think that she’s leaned more towards the International Relations side of poli sci, which means she’s taken a language to the intermediate level.
A lot of other disciplines mock poli sci because we “aren’t an actual science.” This may be seen as a personal rant, but there’s a good reason we don’t want to be. The decline of positivism is proof of this. We recognize that there isn’t one universal truth to be found, like the scientific method attempts to do. As J.W. Willis said, “each study is part of a broader effort to get closer and closer to the truth through a series of research studies.” So I can guarantee you, Jane’s probably made some off hand comment about how poli sci isn’t a real science that just made Darcy’s blood boil. Especially given that she went to a school in Virginia. Let me tell you, Virginia schools usually get a leg up on studying politics because its proximity to DC. If you want to have a basic idea of what Darcy may have taken, look at U Virginia, George Mason, Virginia Tech, or another other school in the state to see what’s required of their students.
What are the job prospects for a political scientist? Well, as my personal qualifications show, graduate school is a big one. But as an undergrad, a majority of my classmates said they were going to use their degree to get into law school. Others decided that they were going to go into government work (be it local, state, federal, or those lucky few doing work at the United Nations). A sad joke is that retail is the #1 field political scientists go into.
With regards to Darcy, I’m just hoping that this post gives you a bit more information when writing about her. She’s very analytical and has a sharp mind, and shouldn’t be written as absent-minded or a slacker because of what she studies. Political Scientists are some of the smartest people I know and we have some kick ass conversations while drinking (in all seriousness, my friends and I discuss the Palestinian/Israeli conflict, race relations, and the militarization of American politics while drunk).
Tasertrickslove 