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I hope you guys enjoy this...I've been reading way too much Loki/Darcy stories...I'm having all sorts of Tom Hiddleston dreams! ;-)


Darcy supposes that he could be a devastatingly handsome man - fair skin, dark hair, green eyes. Yes, she supposes, Loki could smile and drop a thousand panties in an instant. Then he opens his mouth and speaks and she immediately understands why she thought him a sonovabitch.

"You will kneel," he tells her, inching closer to where she stands against the opposite wall. The late October sunshine spills though the bay window of her apartment and bounces off his gold and green armor. "All mortals kneel to me eventually."

She snorts without meaning to - he's just so...dramatic. It's ridiculous - especially when he stands there and says those things in that stupid fucking helmet. He looks like a gilded jackalope.

"You really need new material," she says and the smirk that decorates his gorgeous face slips for half a second. She would have missed it if she hadn't been paying very close attention.

"What is it about you, Darcy, that keeps you unafraid?" His inching forward quickens and he's directly in front of her in the literal blink of an eye. She doesn't flinch; she honestly stopped being surprised by the God of Mischief three months ago when he started making a habit of continually surprising her. She thinks he might have ruined her adrenaline response.

He raises a hand and trails an agonizingly long finger along her exposed collarbone. Her old lady downstairs reacts to his touch, but she ignores the thrill of desire and focuses on the task at hand.

"Your armor," she says, using as much bored inflection as possible, "what's it made out of?"

He grins - feral and full of mischief. "Enchanted metal forged by Odin, the same armor that my Destroyer wears when I send him here to ruin your world."

Darcy grins, tosses her hair over her shoulder. She pulls out her best "come-hither" expression, looks up at him through her long eyelashes. "Did you know," she says, reaching out to trace an invisible pattern over the armor on his chest, "that all metals are conductors of electricity?"

He appraises her, thrown off guard by her seemingly random statement. "Darcy, you are the oddest…"

ZAP!

He crumples like a sack of potatoes, straight to the hardwood - very, very, very hard wood - floor of her apartment. She leans over him, fighting off giggles.

"Don't worry, the tingling feeling will eventually wear off." She pats his chest and he groans, twitches as an aftershock of electricity runs through him. "And the twitching should go away after a day or so...I think."

Her front door bangs open and Thor arrives, Jane in tow. She straightens and grins, flashes the taser. It brings him to a halt in the middle of the living room.

"Lady Darcy?" he asks. Behind him, Jane stares, slack-jawed, at the groaning and prone form of Loki on the living room floor.

"Don't worry, big guy," she says, still grinning. "I found you a lightning rod."