Author's Note:
This is my first fic guys, please be nice! I've gained a new appreciation for all authors now- I realize how rusty my writing is so do indulge me a little- do message me to tell me how I could improve this. Do review if you liked it!
I do realize that I've not yet set a specific context for this story- but presume that it takes place before the Avengers, AU, after the events of Thor (excluding the post credits scene with Loki and Selvig)
I'm looking for a beta so if anyone would like to be subject to my drabble about Loki and Darcy. Please, let me know (:
Chapter 1: I'm sorry-what?
The crack of wind and the shaking earth could only mean one thing.
Jane barely threw a glance at Eric or Darcy as she tore out of the room, ran onto the terrace and into the arms of her beloved.
"You're back," she breathed, in between pants, her words coming out as a ragged whisper.
"I promised you I'd return," he replied, nuzzling into the familiar warm florals of her hair, pressing her against his form.
Darcy watched on, with a mingled expression of strained joy and sadness, a small sigh punctuating these mingled sentiments. Her eyes trailed away from the happily reunited couple to the crumbled heap that no one else seemed to notice at their feet at their feet.
Her eyes widened slightly when the heap began to stir- oh gawd wait, what, is that a perso- "HOLY SHIT!" she exclaimed, leaping out of her seat and darting out after Jane.
Loki felt as though a Bilgesnipe had trampled for hours on his chest. His ribcage was an amorphous tangle of stiffness beneath his sore flesh. Streams of exertion rippled down his muscles. The muzzle bit into the arch of his jaw, muffling his grunts of pain. His hands were still bound, so getting up was proving to be quite a challenge, given the fact that his ligaments were a tangle of soreness and pain.
Dear God. Why was this journey so unnecessarily exhaustive? And painful? Thor had gotten out of this just fine, why did he feel like he had been to Helheim and back?
He held back the disgust that bubbled from the depths of his chest as he glanced up at his "brother" reuniting with his female companion, the saccharine moment embittering him and rekindling the jealousy he felt towards his brother- the warmth of his welcome. He managed to sit up and took a good look at the woman in his arms.
Jane Foster. That Jane.
The mortal woman who decimated his brother's arrogance, his resolve, his dignity….God of Thunder, pft. Soft, he sneered to himself. He noted that her soft caramel locks framed a gentle face with a classic beauty that would tempt most mortal men, a svelte frame that was probably tender to Thor's touch- she was so vulnerable.
It was not difficult to see why Thor might have fallen for her, the witless brute that he was, but the mortal couldn't hold a candle to Sif's bronzed and strong form.
"So um, hey Thor it's nice to see you and all but WHY DID YOU BRING A HOMOCIDAL MANIAC WITH YOU?!"
The tenderness of the moment of unity was interrupted by Darcy's shrill question. All 3 on the terrace slowly turned to face her, simultaneously annoyed and amused at Darcy's animated interjection.
"Good morrow Darcy, I see that you are well. Yes, Loki is with us. But there is quite an explanation to this and I'd prefer it if we did it in the privacy of your home, if you would be so kind to guide us in," responded Thor, very kindly, nodding towards the door leading back to their home.
"Wh-I'm not going to let-but- well- um- alright" stuttered Darcy, her words a tangle of confusion and mild indignation at the suggestion that they were about to let a murderous prince into their dining room.
She reluctantly trailed back into the room, Jane happily skipping after her, with Thor and Loki in their wake, with the former's grip firmly planted at the crook of his brother's elbow.
Loki disdained being herded around like a common beast but he relented quietly, jerking his elbow out of his brother's vice like grip.
He would pick his battles- he will retaliate. Just, not at this juncture.
After an awkward round of settling down with mugs of coffee, Thor turned towards Jane and Darcy and began his explanation.
After Loki fell from the Bifröst, Thor had gone after him. He jumped in after Loki, despite Odin's ardent protests.
Wormholes of dark absolution weren't sufficient deterrence to his determination to see his little brother safe,sound- alive.
He was prepared to scour the recesses of the realms, but he found Loki in the fold between dimensions, in limbo, his irises still glazed over from the shock.
Thor had retrieved him from the dark, the liminal gap between their realm and Helheim- and thank the Gods he managed to do so.
Odin however, despite his initial relief, was not as happy to see Loki return from the abyss. He did what he had done with Thor- he decided that Loki would be better off without his powers, without his safeguard, and sent down to live amongst mortals- perhaps, just perhaps-it would do him some good.
So after stripping Loki of every trace of magical ability- he sent Thor down to see that Loki would begin his new stint amongst the mortals.
There was no place amongst the gods for him if he wasn't ready to acknowledge the reality that no one was truly beneath them- that power was an illusion of arrogance.
That true power was not Loki's twisted conception of subjugation and absolute rule- true power came from the ability to rise above turmoil and to empathize and lead. To be a beacon amidst the darkness, not out of want for fame, but for the genuine need to reach out to all those miring in the dark- the lost. It wasn't a vain endeavour towards self gratification, but one of growth- towards becoming a better person.
These were ideals that even the Allfather had not encompassed. He believed that legacy and enforcing a legend was a concern- but Frigga, and thank Valhalla for her- had reminded him of what it meant. Even despite her protests, they decided that some time in Midguard might do the dark prince some good.
Thor finished his explanation, his eyes a cloud of sadness but steely resolve.
"That, my friends, is where you come in. We have come to formally request if we could take up residence in your humble abode. We will work and live beside you- we will attempt to be as little of a nuisance as possible- but we humbly ask for your indulgence. Let us live with you. Loki needs to learn"
While Loki had given up glaring at his brother a while back, the earnest idealism stifling and numbing any sort of agitation he had felt, he did feel some bile trailing up his throat at the unnecessary humility in his words.
If anything, these mortals should be grateful- enamoured, overjoyed- at the honour of hosting the Sons of Odin.
Jane certainly seemed to share his sentiments, her expression a mask of disbelief and she was already unconsciously nodding in assent to his brother's words.
"Erm. What the actual fuck did you just say!?"
His head snapped towards the other mortal female, irked at yet another untimely interjection. This time, he took a proper look at her.
He noted her ample bosom yes, but that was just the start. Her face was a pale creamy canvas, caressed with the barest hints of rose, indication of her indignation. Her thick full lips were a pale crimson, plump and inviting. Her eyes were a deep azure, with flecks of turquoise. Her warm chestnut waves fell to her shoulders, hidden under a knit hat that seemed to grip the top of her skull.
He regretted to note that she was….fairly attractive.
He snapped out of his reverie and smirked internally
'A little too soon to go so soft, hm"
" Darcy- we would like to live with you for the duration of Loki's exile!" Thor repeated, his tone radiating with authority, tinged with a hint of excitement.
Darcy stared back, incredulous and unmoving, wringing her hands nervously at his words.
Thor glanced at her unsettled constitution, noting that her glances darted back and forth between him and Loki.
Darcy glanced nervously at Loki, irked, afraid.
He met her gaze head on, raising a single eyebrow.
Darcy realized, with some fear and annoyance- that fear wasn't the first sentiment that leapt into her heart.
I'm open to suggestions on how to continue ( I do have something in mind but-) and of course any constructive feedback (: