I broke down. After reading a few Darcy/Loki fics, I couldn't help but keep the relationship from my head. This will be as close to canon as possible to, well to everything. But it is a Darcy and Loki fic, so things could get...dirty (did I say that aloud?) reviews are the world to me.
I own all the typos.
It was very clear that Darcy was not paid enough to do this job. Even though her salary was above the national average (partly due to the extensive secrecy she needed to keep and other part for her brilliance) it was not enough for her. Not when she was currently among not one, not two, not even three, but seven incredibly whiny "superheroes". She used the term lightly of course, because what kind of "superheroes" spend their days in a large conference room whining about things like coffee versus tea?
"Okay look," Darcy said, face scrunched up and arms crossed over her chest angrily, "Get your own damn coffee...or tea," she snapped on for the professor's sake, "I actually have this thing called work to do!"
The heroes suddenly looked at her, as if she'd just appeared in the room, gaping as she threw her tantrum. That's right, tantrum. Because if six grown superheroes and one norse god could whine, she sure as hell could throw a temper tantrum. What was the would coming to these days? Thor, suddenly growing a conscience (all thanks to bump-n-grind Jane) looked dubiously at her.
"We are terribly sorry Darcy," he said, truly trying to mean it, "We should have not made the assumption you were simply here to assist us."
"Damn right," Darcy snorted, "Now get your own damn drinks. Work calls me."
And with that he turned on her heel and stormed from the room, leaving the shaken heroes behind her. She trudged back to her hidey-hole of an office, shutting the door-and locking it too, for good measure-before settling into her desk. Her laptop was wide open to her calculations, papers sprawled all over her desk, just as she'd left it when Thor had called her for his so-called emergency. Sighing, she shuffled a few sheets to the side, trying to find the place where she'd left off. Once she found it, she quietly hummed to herself as she began to work, scribbling away her notes in chicken scratch and computing the results to create another, very large, very intricate energy web.
Just as she was about to compute the last of her findings when the very obnoxious, very loud emergency horn blared through the entire building. It took a few moments for it to process before she finally understood. Holy shit!. Scrambling, she saved her work as bolted from her office, locking the door behind her. She began to flee down the hall towards the meeting room. But as she was about to pass into the room she saw Jane behind her glass windows, headphones on and completely oblivious to the red siren going off. Only Jane, Darcy thought. She stuck her key into the lock and opened her door, rushing inside. Ripping the phones off Jane's head, Jane whirled.
"Darcy?" she said, right before she got an ear full of the dreadful siren. Looking around the room in bewilderment, Jane finally understood. She started to head for the open door, but it was too late. Just as she got there, the soldiers began to pour from around the corner, and Darcy knew who'd be following.
Dark haired, tall and oh so very Godly, Loki, mischief-managed, mayhem causing man himself was being marched toward the interrogation room, accompanied by his own slew of rent-a-guard army. Darcy froze, afraid to even inhale. That man had more tricks up his sleeve than her magician uncle had in his show in Las Vegas. And just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, he turned his face and looked at her. He looked at her.
Dear sweet Jesus, the way that man smiled. It made Darcy want to hide inside her bed and throw herself at the man all at the same time. There was a ridiculous amount of wickedness in his tight-lipped grin, and Darcy just wanted to melt into a puddle of nothing, just to escape the weight of it. Just as she thought she was about to explode, he turned his head away from her and continued down the hall and out of sight. Jane breathed a sigh of relaxation, slumping against the wall.
"Close call!" she shouted over the sirens. Easy for her to say, Darcy thought, he didn't eye-fuck her. Darcy straightened her composure and shifted, waiting for the sirens to stop. Once they did Darcy turned back to Jane.
"I was coming to warn you," she said, "But now that it's sufficiently passed, we can go back to work."
"He has a name you know," Jane called after Darcy as she headed to the door.
"He is a monster," Darcy said, "Killing all those innocent people. I'd rather not give it a name."
And with that Darcy stalked back to her closet-room, she reminded herself-to settle back into work. What'd she said was true. That man-thing was a terrible thing. She couldn't even classify it as a name. Shaking her head, she returned to work, not even thinking about him. He would just make her sick. All she could think about when she saw him was all the destruction, the lost lives, everything so destroyed. A terrifying, terrible tryran-
"You are a fascinating Midgardian."
Darcy nearly shrieked, jumping in her seat. Darcy looked up, meeting a far-too-close face that belonged to the object of her hate. If she so wanted, she could grab the stapler and staple him in the eye right now...probably not a bad idea.
"Aren't you supposed to be in interrogation?" she snapped, trying to avoid his face. Her eyes turned back to the paper, but as she began to scribble her notes, she noticed them forming the lines of his face. He appeared on her paper.
"I can be many places at once," the lines said, causing Darcy to scrub furiously at her notes. The lines of his face vanished and, just as she suspected, she'd etched out the lines of her work. Completely upset now, she threw her pencil down in frustration and glared at the thing in her office.
"Okay," she said, "You've got my attention. What?"
Mischief man pouted in mock hurt, standing-no, towering-above her. "That's no way to treat a guest. Even though you are a Midgardian, it is awfully rude even in your society."
"It's comments like those," she said darkly, "That make for this rudeness."
He just blinked.
"What. do. you. want?" she asked again, teeth gritted together. The man shrugged, eyes boring into her with a glittering glint of way too much evil and not enough good.
"You've been assigned."
"No I haven't," Darcy denied. She wasn't even sure what she was denying yet, but she wanted to. Apparently, that wasn't the oh-so-smart move to make, because the God was incredibly unhappy with her sarcasm and defiance. The next thing she knew, she was balancing on the edge of some deadly cliff, watching as he was standing behind her. She willed herself to not look down, but she felt him in her mind, forcing her gaze down. She swayed visibly. God knows where she was (he actually did, har har) so she clamped her mouth shut.
"You will listen until I am done!" he growled, his voice sinister and angry. "Now. You've been assigned as my servant. You will do my every bidding."
"Who told you this?" Darcy asked, trying to keep her balance. Just as she thought she were about to fall, she was back in her office, standing near her desk. Instantly she collapsed in a heap on the ground.
"The Agent in charge, Coulson," Loki said with a smug look on his face, "He said 'I will put you in the care of Miss Lewis at her villa."
"That doesn't make me your servant," Darcy snapped, "It makes me your babysitter."
He blinked, unsure of what that meant.
"It might just be a trick," Darcy snorted, "You're known for your evil jokes."
"They are simply fun," he defended. There was no way Darcy would agree with him on that one. "And," he added, "He's on his way here right now to tell you."
Just as Darcy was about to open her mouth to protest, the door flew open. Agent Coulson scanned for her, and upon seeing her on the floor, he looked confused. Loki had vanished. Damn him and his magic, Darcy thought.
"Darcy Lewis," he said, "We have an assignment for you."
Oh sweet Jesus, kill me now.
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