Well, this is unusual. Grell The Leper, yaoi fangirl extremist, writing a straight pairing. Yep, I went there. I just couldn't help myself, because the DarKi ship has taken me in. I'm all for FrostIron usually, but the urge was too much and I had to write this. Because Darcy and Loki are just a little too cute. This is meant to be a one shot, but if I get enough feedback, I might continue. So, read, enjoy and pretty please review.

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Pleasantly Drunken Encounters

Darcy wasn't a drinker for a reason. Jane knew that better than anyone, yet she still insisted that Darcy have that fifth shot of tequila.

So, Darcy was now drunk, hammered, locked, pissed, intoxicated, call it what you will. Which was probably why she was dancing with the God of Mischief and Lies.

"You know, I didn't expect to see you at a party that celebrates a year your humiliating defeat," she teased, trying her best not to stand on Loki's feet. God or not, a six inch stiletto to the toe was going to hurt.

"Hardly 'humiliating', Miss Lewis. I have repented, remember? Thor insisted upon it," Loki smiled, his emerald eyes twinkling. Darcy snorted.

"Yeah, right. Once a master of mischief, always a master of mischief."

"That's 'god' of mischief to you. Would you prefer that I change my Puckish ways?"

"Nah, you wouldn't be nearly as interesting," Darcy quipped, planting a kiss on the god's cheek. Loki grinned at her as he led her off the dance floor to get another drink.

"Another shot, Miss Lewis?" he offered, looking like butter wouldn't melt. Darcy knew that look, and she so wasn't fooled. That, however, certainly didn't stop her from taking the drink.

"You're just trying to get me drunk, aren't you?"

"That, m'dear, happened long before you spoke to me. But I wonder... are you so easygoing while sober?" he asked, wrapping a slender arm around her waist.

"Sure I am, though usually I'd bring a taser, just to be safe," she winked. Loki wasn't quite sure what a taser was, but from the purely minacious look in her eye, he could take a very good guess.

As Darcy downed her drink, and an additional one just to be certain, Loki surveyed the room. Tony Stark was surrounded by women, as always, though his arm was around Pepper. Natasha and Clint were off making out like teenagers in a dark corner, thinking nobody would see them, much to Loki's amusement. Steve Rogers, on the other hand, looked entirely out of place, as Thor guffawed loudly at something a tipsy Jane said, smacking the super soldier on the back and nearly knocking him over in the process.

"Is he always that loud?" Darcy asked, nodding her head towards Thor.

"Oh yes, always. Worse when he's intoxicated," Loki stated.

"You mean he's not already?"

"No, no, it takes a lot more than that to get Thor drunk. Unlike you, it seems," Loki teased, hooking a finger under Darcy's chin. The brunette's first comeback was to stick her tongue out at the god.

"Why, Miss Lewis, how utterly petulant. You should put your tongue away before I'm forced to bite it."

"Go ahead, I like it rough." And Darcy kissed him. Of course, Loki had been right when he commented on how drunk she was, and so the kiss itself was nothing short of clumsy, yet Loki was still kissing her back, which was a lot more than she had hoped for. It was a clash of tongue and teeth on her end, a more delicate and refined manner from Loki, but the result was breath taking.

Literally.

Because as soon as they pulled away for air, Darcy collapsed into Loki's arms.

"Darce? Hey, Darcy, you alright?"

"Jane, why would Lady Darcy sleep in your chambers? Is her room not suitable?"

"She was probably too hammered to find her own, I'm surprised she got home."

"Jane, I swear to you, I would never use Mjoӧlnir on your friend."

'What a rude awakening,' Darcy thought groggily, snuggling deeper into the blankets. The blankets that smelled a lot like Jane. Slowly, Darcy opened her eyes to see Jane and Thor staring down at her. A moment later, she realised why.

"Darcy, you know I love you, but you have your own bed, you know? So, could you maybe go back to it? And get out of mine," Jane suggested.

"Oh, oh, crap, so sorry, Jane, I'm like totally outta here. Sorry for defiling your bed with my fine ass, you guys just go ahead and screw like rabbits," Darcy rambled as she fled the room. It was only when her back was to her door that she noticed her pounding headache. And as luck would have it, there was already a glass of water and some painkillers on her bedside table. Painkillers and a note:

Miss Lewis,

I had a thoroughly enjoyable time last night, and I do believe you were the cause of it. However, I think you may be in need of these to help with the after effects of our pleasurable evening. I look forward to seeing you again soon, though I do hope you remember to breathe next time.

Loki.

P.S. Miss Foster's bed looked more comfortable than yours, and I do what I want.

The End.