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Darcy wasn't exactly sure why she had opened the door of her apartment to -of all people- Loki, God of Mischief in reform, at 3:38 in the fucking a.m but it most likely had to do with the fact that nothing good came knocking at three in the morning -this instant being no exception- and she was worried that someone had been hurt or… worse.
"Wha-" Without waiting for her bleary mind to catch up Loki swept in like he had every right being there and handed her -okay shoved in her face was more accurate- several very official looking documents with very official looking signatures. Nothing good will come of this. Her brain warned cryptically but failed to supply her with any options on how to fix it. He was now standing in her living room looking around; from the purple shag rug, to her giant bright red bean bag chair squished in next to the sofa, over to the bookcases that lined her walls stuffed full with books, DVD's, videogames, and knick-knacks, to the various posters and pictures crowding the side walls leaving the brick wall with the fireplace as the only original architecture visible. "Why…" Darcy began, having perused the forms and feeling a very heavy weight settle over her. The hand that still held her door open tightened on the knob as she tried to get her sleepy mind to cooperate with her and put some order to her thoughts. "I'm sorry, why are you here?" Loki half-turned from surveying her movie collection and regarded her with a critical eye. His gaze flickered from her eyes to the hastily thrown on sleeping shirt, to her mismatched toe socks then back up to her face.
"Can you not read, mortal?" His tone was bored but held that 'holier-than-thou' edge to it which, yeah he was a God but that didn't make it okay in the least for him to just come barging in at three in the morning then act like a dick about it. Like she should be honored by his arrival or some shit.
"Okay listen up spanky," Loki's brow furrowed at the nickname but she gave him no chance for a snarky reply. "First of all my name is Darcy. Dar-see. Not 'mortal', not 'wench', or 'Midgardian' or any other crap like that, capiche?" An eyebrow quirked and an expression came to his face which might have been amusement but she plowed on before he could say anything. "Secondly, yes. I read quite well, thank you very much." Darcy snapped out, the hand that still held the documents crumpled them as she jutted her hip out and placed her hand on it. "What I meant was why are you here, at my apartment of all places?" She waggled the door back and forth for emphasis but kept it open. Loki turned so that he was fully facing her and Darcy realized that for better or worse -and if his smirk was any indication it was probably worse- she had gotten his full attention.
"It would seem I have worn out my welcome elsewhere and as my options for rooming are between a cage and…" He cast a disdainful glance around her living room/kitchen area before his gaze locked back on her. "Well here," And the way he said that made it seem like her modest little one bedroom apartment was nothing more than a dirty hovel. "I should think my choice obvious." Darcy opened her mouth to protest but seeing as she held a copy of the contract she'd signed with S.H.I.E.L.D in her hand that had certain sections highlighted and signed by Fury, Coulson, Stark, and Jane -which totally made her feel betrayed by the way- she wasn't even legally allowed to kick him out. Not that it would do much good anyway, but it would've made her feel better. So okay. Fine. Whatever. She would handle this maturely.
And that actually meant she was going to do everything she could to annoy the ever-loving shitout of him until that cage seemed like paradise -Valley Hall or whatever.
"So you acted like Princess Bitch-a-lot and got the boot eh?" She swung the door shut and crossed the room. "Well color me surprised." As she passed by him Darcy shoved the papers back at Loki in much the same manner as they'd been presented to her, which he just let fall to the floor and scatter, his hands remaining clasped behind his back. Ass. Rolling her eyes Darcy just moved along into her bedroom. He'd need some sheets for the couch, which in itself would probably be enough to drive him off. The thing was older than her and had experienced much in its lumpy, upholstery-held-on-with-duct-tape life and those experiences had broken it in for sitting, not sleeping. As she was digging in her closet for a spare blanket - because she sure as fuck wasn't gonna give him her super-awesome-super-cozy comforter of awesome. Darcy hadn't heard him come into her bedroom, hadn't even known he was there until that moment when she turned and saw him in her bed, with his head on her pillow, snuggling under her comforter. Oh. Fuck. NO.
"This bedding will suffice. You may leave." She was pretty sure there was a vein popping out of her forehead but since she had her back to the mirror on the closet door she wasn't one hundred percent certain.
"Uh-uh. No. Get your ass out of my bed." Darcy snarled, throwing the quilt she rescued from the back of her closet on the ground as she stormed over to her bed. It was almost four in the morning, he was damned lucky she'd even let him in and now he was going to steal her bed?!
"Where do you expect me to sleep? On your chaise in the common room?" Darcy's brain paused a moment, her anger faltering as she processed the words he used and found the proper synonyms, figuring out that he meant her couch.
"Got it in one. Now scoot." She said jerking her thumb towards the door. An amused expression came across his face as Loki rolled to his side and propped his head up with his hand.
"I refuse. You cannot expect a God to rest on a mortal chaise." Darcy's brow furrowed and she stuck out her bottom lip defiantly.
"It's mybed!" She tried not to sound like a petulant child. Tried.
"And? I am your guest." A shit eating grin spread over his lips. "You should treat a guest with every courtesy."
"Oh-ho spanky you are sooooo not my guest. Besides you're royalty, shouldn't you be all gentlemanly and chivalrous and shit and let the lady have her bed?" He snorted in derision.
"You are hardly a lady. That aside as a Prince and God I take precedent over you." Her frown deepened.
"I don't suppose I can appeal to your better nature?" Darcy asked without a whole lot of hope.
"I do not have a better nature."
"Ah." She tried to think of something, anything, she could say to get him out of her bed. "God Dammit! Get out of my bed!" She yelled and stomped her foot; her neighbors already hated her so fuck 'em. Loki quirked an eyebrow at her, his smirk widening slightly.
"And what, pray tell, will you do if I do not? Stomp your foot again and scream like a child? By all means go ahead, you see how well it worked the first time." Darcy's face scrunched up and as much as she would've liked to just scream and stomp her foot and throw a big ol hissy-fit she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. Instead, meaning to take that stupid grin off of his face, Darcy grabbed the arm he was supporting his head with and gave a mighty heave. He didn't so much as budge let alone go sprawling face first to the floor like she'd hoped. She yanked again, her face flushing darker under his amused gaze at her failed efforts. Releasing his arm Darcy strode around the end of the bed, Loki turning his head to follow until he was looking over his shoulder at her as she stood on the opposite side. She climbed on and placed her hands on his back, trying to push the stupid jerk off of her bed but with no more success than she'd had pulling his arm. Undaunted Darcy turned and set her back against his and, ignoring his chuckle, she dug her heels into the mattress trying to leverage all of her weight and strength to shove him to the floor. After much grunting and great effort her feet simply slid off the edge of the bed and she sat there dejectedly for a moment, heaving a sigh. "Are you quite finished?" He drawled lazily and Darcy turned her best 'I-will-set-your-face-on-FIRE' glare upon the him. She'd hoped that given their proximity and the intensity, her glare actually would set his face on fire… but alas. The Gods were not kind to her, least of all thisGod whom she just realized was not wearing a shirt… in her bed… with her reclining against him…all shirtless… with his nipples rubbing all over her comforter -jealous much?
"Will you pleeeeeeeeeease," She began, turning to face him, her hands clasped before her. "Pretty, pretty, please let me sleep in my bed?" Darcy asked in her most beseeching voice, eyes wide and her lip slightly pooched -that particular expression and tone had gotten her out of three police tickets and she'd managed to get her ex-boyfriend to buy her an iPod, after they had broken up. Loki blinked slowly at her then his expression shifted to something darker and almost predatory, making a shiver run all over Darcy's spine. Still laying on his side away from her, looking over his shoulder he brought his free hand up and cupped her cheek gently, like a lover would, making her pleading expression leave for a stunned one to take over as her heart thumped heavily in her chest.
"Silly girl," He all but purred out, his thumb stroking her cheek. "I never denied you your bed." She couldn't help but watch Loki's lips move, the air around her suddenly felt tight, as if it were drawing her towards him. "Just know that I do not like to share." Aaaaand the moment -whatever it had been- was gone. Darcy's mind snapped back to normal but Loki hadn't changed at all, the heated look was still on his face and his cool palm still rested against her cheek. So she decided to play along.
"You know…" Darcy spoke in a low murmur, shifting towards him, one hand settling on the pillow under his head, the other hand resting half on his back, half on her comforter. Loki's eyebrows quirked in surprise, obviously he'd been expecting to scare her off, to drive her away from the bed as opposed to drawing her to him. Darcy leaned closer, licking her bottom lip and watching as his eyes trailed after the motion. "I don't like to share either." She finished in a breathy whisper a hairs breadth away from his lips as she yanked the pillow out from beneath his head and wrenched her comforter away from his body. His naked body as it turned out. "Oh! My! God!" Darcy hollered out staring wide eyed at his butt. "You were rubbing your wing-wang on my comforter?!" Now his was not the first wing-wang her precious comforter had come in contact with, but it most certainly was the only uninvited one.
"Wing-what? I rubbed nothing!" Loki hollered back at her, the deer-in-the-headlights expression on his face made Darcy wish she'd gotten a picture for Facebook.
"Eugh!" She huffed, spinning on her heel and retreating to the living room. "Take the damn bed!" She snapped, slamming the door shut behind herself. Once a safe distance away she let out a giggle. Oh he was most definitely not 'eugh' but she sure as Hell wasn't going to let him know that. Loki was arrogant enough as it was. Her squealing over his perfectly formed ass wouldn't help. But seriously, if he ever let her Darcy totally would've bounced quarters off of those pert cheeks all day.
So it was with that image in mind that she fluffed the malformed cushions on the couch, trying to get them into something resembling comfort before snuggling under her blanket. Normally she would sleep in the buff -well except for her toe socks- so that the micro-suede would rub over her all night cuz it felt soooooo good, but seeing as she had a 'guest' Darcy figured the extra long Superman shirt would suffice as pajamas, even if she wasn't wearing underwear.