A/N: Hello darlings :) this is the first fic i've ever posted on here, so please treat me gently -u- anyhoo, the M rating is because of language (for now. just wait lovelies, its gonna get hardcore romantic. eventually.) i've also only recently become a shipper of TaserTricks, so forgive me for any mistakes and/or blatant OOCness. alright, i'll let you start then. enjoy c:
Chapter Oone
As I rushed down the street, past bustling shops and shoppers alike, I wondered just how I'd let Jane talk me into this ridiculousness.
"Aw come on, Darcy. It'll only take like ten minutes tops. I promise." Jane had told me just a few days ago. Apparently Jane's ultra-built boyfriend's brother was coming into town, and needed someone to take some photos of him. Jane had immediately suggested me, knowing that I was always up for taking on paid jobs. When I had pressed for more information, Jane merely shrugged and proceeded to (subconsciously) brag about Thor. Unsurprisingly, I had completely spaced on asking about a time before saying I'd do it, and thus I've landed in this predicament. Here I am, rushing to be on time for an appointment that some idiot of a man had decided to make at seven am. If that's not cruel and unusual punishment, I don't know what is.
I barely make it through the doors as the clock strikes seven, which I'm only aware of because of the obnoxiously large clock on the wall opposite from the door. "Seriously? Who even needs a clock that big…" I mutter to myself as I shrug off my jacket and hang it on the wrought-iron coat hanger. Having geared myself up for an unpleasant morning since realizing how early my client had decided to meet – because let's be serious, anyone who wakes up this early on purpose couldn't be anything but evil – I was already in a bit of a mood. When I heard footsteps behind me, I immediately whirled around, ready to give him a piece of my mind. However, the second I saw him my mouth abruptly sewed itself shut.
He stood about halfway down a short flight of stairs, and was steadily advancing. His hair was stark black and flowed in gentle tresses to his shoulders; I silently cursed myself for the constant thought-barrage of how badly I wanted to run my fingers through it. As he got closer, I noticed that his shirt – which fit him deliciously well, tightly hugging each and every sculpted muscle – matched his eyes perfectly. Both were a rich emerald green, and combined with the sharp cheekbones and slight smirk gracing his lips, I found myself riveted in place. Almost as if he had read my mind, the man chuckled lightly. He extended a hand and after a beat or two, I returned the gesture, having been slightly taken aback at the fact that he was suddenly right in front of me. I unconsciously inhaled, and discovered that holy shit the fucker smells great too, this is such bullshit. He cocked his head slightly, and I realized he must have been trying to say something. "Sorry, what?" The chuckle was back. "I was just trying to ask if you were ready to start." He said, mirth glinting in his eyes. Blushing slightly, I nodded. "The room with the best lighting's this way." Come on, Darcy, I thought to myself, get your shit together and get out. Don't forget what happened last time you tried to hook up with a client. Plus, this guy's way out of your league any- oh SHIT WHY THE FUCK DID HE HAVE TO TURN AROUND oh god I'm pretty sure his ass was sent straight from heaven, hot damn. I wonder if he works out- damnit Darcy. Stop. Get a hold of yourself. Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself and headed out after- wait, the guy still hadn't given me his name.
"Think I could I get your name, stranger?" I asked, mentally patting myself on the back for playing it so cool. He looked over his shoulder at me and said "Loki" with a smirk. He must've caught on to my surprise, as he was quick to add on "My mom was always a big fan of Norse myths. I figured you'd know that, especially since Thor has a name like… Thor." "I- I uh, yeah. I knew that. Loki's just a… really weird name." I was lying. Loki was a fucking bad ass name. And it totally fit him too, I wouldn't be surprised in the least if the man actually were a god. His looks and demeanor were a deadly combination that resulted in pure god-like sex appeal that I thought we agreed to stop this Darcy, pull yourself together. I was fairly sure he somehow read my mind then too, as he let out yet another deep chuckle. Speaking of deep, I swear to god… that voice was pure sex. Smoky and smooth and-"Darcy? You alright?" Damnit. I had been spacing out again. "Yeah, sorry, I'm cool. Let's do this." After asking a few preliminary questions, I realized that the photos were merely for personal use, so I decided to keep his poses casual. I started him off in his armchair across from his window so I could take advantage of the natural light. As I set up my equipment, I let my mind wander. What kind of job did Loki have? It must be fairly well-paying, as his apartment was lavish to say the least. The whole layout was quite modern, furnished black and white, with plenty of windowed walls and ceiling beams. It was all quite overwhelming, and I couldn't help noticing how it only added to his appeal. I cursed lightly under my breath, shaking my head at myself for what was probably the tenth time that morning.
Loki was remarkably easy to work with. Of course it didn't hurt that he was quite possibly the most gorgeous human being I'd ever seen. He easily shifted into each position I requested of him, and I got countless excellent shots. The whole shoot was over fairly quickly. I'd always had a problem with getting way absorbed in my photography once I started, and that didn't allow much small talk or distractions. I began to pack up my kit, and Loki stretched his arms above his head, reminding me of a satisfied cat. More like a satisfied fox. And what a fox he was. Mm… god damnit Darcy shut the fuck- "I think that went quite well. I'd have to say, you were remarkably efficient." Loki startled me out of my thoughts with his comment, and I fumbled for a moment before replying. "Thanks, I guess." I tried not to blush horribly at his praise. Needless to say, I failed. "I got plenty of good shots, so I'll head home and start editing them. In a few days I'll call you and we can meet back up so you can choose which ones you like best, as well as print size. Is that cool with you?" Nailed it. Loki seemed contemplative for a split second, but was quick to answer "Of course. I look forward to seeing you again, Darcy." Oh shit oh fuck can you please just say my name again? But say it naked, in my bed. Or in my kitchen. Or on the floor.