This was originally written for perverse-bang, but RL was killing me the past few months so I had to drop out. Surprisingly, I managed to write something though. This is my first foray into this fandom, and writing in Thor and Loki's voice is hard.
Title is a line from "That Power" by will. featuring Justin Beiber and has absolutely no bearing whatsoever on what's been written, but happened to be what was on TV since I was watching The Voice.
Darcy was having a considerable amount of fun. And boy did she need it. Being a lab assistant to one of the lead astrophysicists in the field when she barely managed to pass high school chemistry was both tedious and boring. She needed all the fun she could get.
Forbidden from messing around with the relationship between Jane and Thor, Dr. Selvig suggested Darcy find her fun elsewhere.
And it took her some time to find it.
She first tried to push buttons with Dr. Banner, but that was quickly squashed by everyone - and by everyone, she meant Fury's superiors included. Stupid World Security Council. Sure, let's send a nuke into the heart of Manhattan, that's a much better idea than letting a twenty something poke at the Hulk. And after listening to reason - and potentially losing her job - she had listened. No, being smashed by a huge green guy wouldn't be very much fun in the long run, no matter how much she enjoyed trying to infuriate him with insipid jokes.
Trying to get into Tony Stark's lab was more difficult than breaking into Fury's office - which was damn hard, if she said so herself. She only had to try and touch Fury's door and she found herself flat on her ass. Tony's lab, you couldn't even step into the hallway before JARVIS had hidden doors closing all around you.
She tried stalking Steve to figure out a way to find some sort of fun out of him, but all the man ever did was go to the gym, draw, or sit in briefings with SHIELD.
Darcy didn't even try with the Wonder Twins. Leather wearing assassins freaked her the fuck out.
Needless to say, for the past few months Darcy's life was very, very dull.
And then Thor did her the biggest favor he could possibly ever do; bigger than getting Jane out of the lab which freed up Darcy's time for fun-finding endeavors. He invited Loki to consult on a mission with the Avengers.
That one mission turned into two, and then four, and now he was basically an honorary member.
And Darcy was living it up.
It started with small things, just sitting in on the meetings where all the Avengers assembled. The first few meetings she had showed up in thick sweaters - it was cold! - that did nothing for her body. But as the weather turned warm, her clothes became tighter. Sweaters became screen tees that hugged her form. And it was in one of those meetings where she had noticed that Loki eyes were on her chest whenever she was supposedly paying attention to what was being said. That had amused her greatly.
She wasn't the only one who had noticed either. The next night she had found herself on a double date at Thor's urging.
And wasn't that an enlightening evening.
Darcy wore a tight dress with a deep-v neckline, showing off the assets she noticed Loki admired.
Dinner conversation was spent learning about the childhoods of the two Asgardians. Tales of pretend adventures and chases across their realm enlightened Jane and Darcy to how the alien-gods grew up. Darcy smirked at how Loki tried to only look into her eyes. She made sure to be fiddling with her chain necklace whenever he was looking at her.
It didn't help matters that Thor would point out how uncomfortable Loki seemed. The fifth time Thor asked Loki how difficult Midgardian clothes made it being around a beautiful woman, Jane finally took pity on her future brother-in-law, and chided Thor. Much to Darcy's derision, she had to find other ways to enjoy the evening. She took advantage of Loki's inability to look in her direction and liked how his grey suit clung to his lithe form.
When asked for another double date, Loki immediately made his excuses. Darcy pretended to be upset, thus forcing Thor to threaten Loki with telling their mother Freya. Loki was quick to change his tune and said he'd be free the following week.
During the whole week between dates, Darcy could be described as floating on air. The whole team commented on how little she snarked and complained. She had even managed to finish all the reports asked of her on time. She even volunteered to help Agent Hill on compiling data, a job that she always found a way out of in the past.
Loki overheard the Avengers talking about how his fledgling relationship with Darcy was making everyone's lives easier. They had unanimously voted that it would be a good idea to do whatever necessary to nurture its growth.
They even suggested that getting the pair of them together between the sheets would probably boost the morale of everyone involved.
Thinking it'd be nice to bed the woman who had manage to entrance him, he realised it probably wasn't a very good idea.
Her ample bosom was exactly the sort of thing he enjoyed. The idea of burying himself in the Midgardian's quim while milking from her teat made his member harder than Mjolnir. Yet, from what he had learned about this realm, that wasn't something normal.
As his stay became more permanent, his dear old brother had opted to enlighten him to the ways of a Midgardian. Instead of learning about colloquialisms, artwork, and literature, Thor ensured Loki knew everything about sex with a Midgardian.
And from the explanation of gentle love and care Thor expressed in regards to his experience with Jane, and while Loki could appreciate a simple love-making session, it wasn't exactly his mug of mead. No, he'd much rather have a good hard fuck. While Jane was pretty in her own right, she didn't have the curves Loki desired. He'd take an ample bosom and curvaceous hips, a body meant for childbearing, anyday.
And the idea of childbearing was exactly what got him off. When he was explained the concept of condoms, Loki barely managed to hold back the cringe. What was the point of spilling his seed if it wasn't deep in a woman's wombt. Back on Asgard, Loki never fornicated with the use of Onanisms, and all his consorts were very much aware of that.
It was accepted if the couple were married, but if only for a night of fun, precautions were expected. Something Loki refused to abide by.
No, instead of seeking the pleasure of Darcy's warm sheath as he imagined, he would watch the porn on the internet that JARVIS gave him after telling it his whims and would toss off.
Darcy knew she shouldn't be doing it. But the week was killing her. She was excited for the date tomorrow evening, but she could only do so much filing, so much compiling, before a girl wanted to stab her eyes out with one of Barton's arrows.
No, she needed a distraction.
It didn't help that there were no Avenger meetings that required the whole team and herself to be present. She had gone out and bought some nice snug shirts that showed off how large her breasts were while still being office appropriate.
Luckily the world today didn't frown on some cleavage, and boy did Darcy have cleavage.
She was even wearing one of those new shirts today, hoping to run into the thinner Asgardian at some point. She tried to see him by walking down the halls of the docked - always better than when in the air - helicraft. She even walked to the bridge! And while she had a nice chat with Greg - one of the underlings - about the "rolls over bug" in Galaga, she just wanted to see the God of Mischief.
So Darcy did the only thing she could think of. She walked towards the living quarters in search of him. If she didn't make him speechless once today, she'd be very upset and would have to go and pester Jane and Thor.
Hearing muffled sounds, she slowed down to tiptoe up to Loki's door. As quietly as possible, she leaned into the glass window to find him sitting in the corner, facing the computer screen. With his pants still on, he had his cock out and his hand wrapped around it, stroking it in time with the thrusts of the pornstars he was watching.
Gaping, Darcy wasn't sure what to do next.
Here was some great alien-god, a man she very much fancied, thank-you-very-much, masturbating to porn. When a perfectly capable woman was more than welcome to his advances.
What. In. The. Hell.
She wanted to seeth. She wanted to slam the door open - the doors didn't slam though, they slid into the wall! Stupid hellicarrier!- she wanted to march up behind him and smack his hand away from his cock. And if his cock happened to be collateral damage, all the better.
Before she could follow through with her plans, she heard Loki moan a name. Her name.
Well, that sort of changed things.
She tried to discern what sort of porn he was watching - research for her future fuck, and all that - but could only see a man fucking a big-titted woman bare-back.
And the grunted words of "You want it don't you? To be filled with my seed? Watch my child grow in you?" and "I'll take nourishment from your breasts," and then he climaxed.
Darcy was gushing. She never thought it a particular turn on, but listening to Loki's words, imagining him fucking her against the desk, claiming her as his, she had to get out of there. She needed relief. Especially before she was caught by the man of her desires.
It was time for their date.
And unlike last time, it was just the two of them. And they were both nervous. Darcy didn't do nervous. She talked, rambled, or babbled through it, did whatever she had to to get over it. Nervousness was her bitch, but for once, it was fighting back. The only way she would manage to get over the anxiety was if she was riding on the really well-dressed man's cock.
Why did he have to wear a suit again? The man was meant to wear suits. Suits were created to show off Loki's form.
At his cough, she realized she was staring, and the jig was up.
"Why haven't you approached me yet?" she blurted. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. "Am I not what you want?"
She watched as the man's hands fidgeted. She prepared herself to listen to his lies and throw them back in his face. Darcy wasn't having any of that. Sure, the sexual tension that oozed between them was fun to manipulate, but it would be even more fun if actual sex was happening.
Plus Jane had given her permission to let work slide a bit to pursue a relationship with her would-be brother-in-law. Thor had given her pointers - display your ample breasts, he doesn't know what to do with himself when presented with such womanly curves - that she didn't need to be a god to know.
"It isn't that you're not what I want," he began. "It's more that we don't share similar interests-"
"How do you know that?" Darcy interrupted. They were walking down the pier where the helicarrier was docked. It was nice when they were in port, it wasn't easy to take some time for yourself when in the middle of air.
"It isn't the Midgardian way. At least, not for a respectable woman such as yourself," he flattered.
"And who told you this?"
"My brother and the man-outside-his-time," he answered, finally turning so that he could look at her. Darcy made sure to straighten her back, she wanted him to dream about sleeping with her chest as his pillow.
"Did it ever occur to you that maybe the women that Steve and Thor are interested in are different than the sort of woman you'd want?" She leaned forward so that looking into her eyes required him to look down at her, her cleavage perfectly in his line of sight.
"And what sort of woman are you?" he whispered, licking his lips. He trailed a hand up her arm, over her shoulder, fingers lingering on the edge of her dress.
"The sort that would like to continue this back in your room," she panted, fisting the lapels of his coat. Pulling him down, she pressed her lips to his and ravished him. All of a sudden, the helicarrier was too far, and they weren't stopping just so they could climb the steps, walk across the flight deck, down the halls to their living quarters. That would be at least another twenty minutes! There would be people, meaning they would have to keep their hands off each other. And boy did his hands feel good. One hand was palming her right breast and the other was squeezing her ass.
It was exquisite.
She pulled him backwards, so that they could hide behind an empty security kiosk on the pier. It was dark and getting late, a quick tryst wouldn't be noticed, she decided. Unbuckling his belt, she nipped at his ear, "I want you to fuck me right here."
His lustful gaze turned feral, and he let go of her body to pull her dress up to her hips. He was practically salivating, when he pushed her panties to the side and slid two fingers along her glistening slit.
"Do all Midgardians go bare," he rasped into her lips, stroking her clit. "I've never had a sleek quim before." He fell to his knees, pulling one of her knees over his shoulder.
The feel of his tongue following her slit, circling her clit, was strong. Moaning, she grabbed his smooth hair and pulled him closer. "Loki," she gasped as two fingers entered her.
"Hmm," he hummed, bringing her closer to the edge. His long fingers continued to thrust into her as he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked the bundle of nerves into her mouth.
"Oh," she shrieked on a particular hard thrust. She was rapidly approaching climax, clenching her hair tighter, using her calf to push him into her. Panting his name over and over again as she reached the edge, she shouted a power "Oh Loki!" when she finally tumbled over.
Taking deep breaths, she leaned back against the wall, holding onto his shoulders as he stood. His lips were glistening and she didn't think twice when she pulled him in for another kiss. Licking her juices off his face, tasting herself, she murmured into his lips, "When it comes to matters like these, I'm definitely not a respectable woman."
"Oh," he queried, arching his brow. "Meaning I can continue with this," he thrust his hips forward, letting Darcy feel his hard cock. Pulling down the zip, she was pleased to note he wore no undergarments, and pulled out his silky hard cock. "Still think you can handle this?" he asked, thrusting into her hand.
"Bring it, mischief man," she snarked, wrapping a leg around his hip, directing his hard member to her cunt.