New chapter! Yay! I'm not sure if it did actually turn out too well because I came down with a huge slap of writers block D: But I forced my way through it because I really wanted to finish writing this chapter anyway.
Also, I'm kind of wondering if this will turn into nothing but full frontal smut.. sexy smut...
Or, just extreme teasing.. Which would you prefer! xD I personally am okay with both ideas.~
ANYWAY, enjoy.!
The steam flooded out of her bathroom, and into the living room of her small apartment. Darcy stood at the door way of her bathroom, starring into her empty living room. Despite how lonely the emptiness would make someone feel, she liked it for one reason.
"Freedom.~" She hummed as she dropped her towels on the floor and flopped down on her couch. Her feet rested on the coffee table in front of her as her arm flung to the side, reaching for her notepad. She looked around the open space at all of the windows, insuring each and every curtain was closed - and they were.
Now, the only thing that could have made it all perfect for the bouncy brunette would be if she could come up with something brilliant to write. But there was nothing on her mind that seemed good enough. She groaned loudly and threw her note book aside, giving up on stressing her non-creative mind.
Getting off her dark brown, cozy couch, Darcy made her way to the stereo system sitting beside her T.V. stand. She pushed the play button and stood still for a moment, figuring out what song was playing. The music rang through her head, causing it to bob to the tune. Said bobbing quickly turned into full dancing in the middle of her living room, completely shamelessly. She became entwined with the song, and began singing it aloud. "She's got you high, and you don't even know yet~" Her voice drifted from her lungs smoothly, absolutely entranced with the music, which happened so easily for her. "She's got you hiighh~" Her feet twirled and spun her body gracefully. "Sheeeeeee's got you hiiiiiigghhhh~" Why couldn't't she dance this well around other people?
"High? I do believe you mean intoxicated, of some sort. And 'she', whom ever this woman may be, does not have me in such a state." Commented a deep voice.
And on the floor she tumbled. Instantly scrambling for something to cover her naked body, but only finding the oddly fuzzy blanket to wrap herself in. "What the hell! Loki! What! Ho-" Her stammering words searching for some explanation only caused her face to turn more red from the lack of oxygen.
A smirk spread across the pale face of her creeper. "Why, dear Darcy, don't be s surprised. I thought it would be rather obvious that I would soon be visiting you. Maybe you are not as clever as I had previously hoped. What a shame.." His voice dropped deeper, almost as if he was honestly disappointed. His hand raised and he stretched out his fingers, cracking them strangely. All Darcy could notice was how large his hands looked, and how long his fingers were.
"My questions haven't been answered yet, you gawky wizard man." Darcy stated, while wrapping the found blanket around her body and walking away from him, to her room for some much needed clothing. She scoffed at him as she walked by, but was only greeted to him standing in her doorway, blocking her path. "Excuse me? You're pretty rude, ya know. I'm kind of still naked and shit!" Her voice became louder as his smile widened. "I would enjoy to covered you know!" She almost yelled, not caring that anything to enrage the God before her could end her life instantly.
"I would consider excusing you, as you put it. But if I were to do that, I would not have the luck and pleasure of hearing you sing more. And would that not be dreadful?" His voice was so honest. His face softened and she swore she could see a hint of lust in his eyes. But the girl was naked, so such things could easily be explained.
Darcy sighed, not fully knowing how to deal with this devil. "Loki, I would like to just get some clothes on." He still didn't move. But just looked at her with the same expression, not a single muscle changing his face. "…Please?" She was debating over begging him, or slapping him. Both options seemed to be hopeless in the long run.
"Why cloth yourself, dear? If you feel so unequal, I shall strip as well." Loki rose his eyebrows and gave her a toothy grin, making it far too obvious that he was looking for an amusing response. This only made Darcy want to test the trickster with his own words.
"Fine then." She said, leaning against the wall beside them. "Strip down, big boy. Show mama these guts you're bragging about." She already regretted her words the moment she opened her mouth. Of course he would go for it! He was the God of Mischief! If stripping down in some random girls house wasn't naughty, she needed a new dictionary..
And as she thought, he complied. He pulled off the thick, dark black leather vest he had on and dropped it at her feet. Giving her no time to stop him from going further, he slid off the long sleeved green shirt that clung to his torso, revealing his pale, toned skin.
He paused his mini strip-tease, noticing the accidental pair of gawking eyes, glued on him. "Is it just me, or are you enjoying this more than you would like to admit?" He asked, pleasing himself with the red tone that covered her face.
"God, no. If anyone could be the definition of fucking annoying, you would be it. Now, get out of my way." She cocked her head up, straight and strong, and avoided looking at him as she pushed past his body, closing her door hard.
Finally, she had clothes on, and amazingly without disturbance. Then is dawned on her. Why was Loki even near her? Why did it feel so normal? Was she just that cool that having a semi-evil God in her presents was nothing special? Feeling that the questions running through her head were important, she flung her door open and almost ran into the living room.
Empty. He was gone… perfect.
"Loki! Get your green, slimy ass down her now! You stupid bastard!" She yelled loudly, not caring if her neighbours though she was insane. Darcy Lewis was not someone to just ignore her unanswered questions.
Soft, long, cold fingers ran along the back of her neck and up to her cheeks. The fingers cupped her face and forced her to look up and back at the cool blue-green eyes that looked down on her. "I have never heard a mortal girl belittle a God with such profanity," His grip on her face tightened, pulling a gasp from the girls plump lips. "and manage to live, Miss Lewis." He continued. His face held no emotions, making him look undyingly handsome. It only increased the fear that it would induce on someone.
Darcy would have responded to him, snap back and call him on his bluff, but the hold he had on her jaw made it impossible to talk at all. Her bright eyes just blinked, and she bit her pink lips, wondering what he was thinking. His cold hands slid down her neck and rested on her shoulders briefly, turning scorching hot as he pulled them away and chuckled at how she leaped away from the burning pain.
She whipped around to yell at him, but he was gone. Was she insane? She couldn't have imagined that. He had to just be messing with her.
"You are an incredibly adoring person, darling. I think I'll make you my new toy." The deep voice of the troublesome God rang from another room. Darcy looked out into the small kitchen and saw the black-haired man sitting on her counter.
An annoyed growl voiced from the girls throat as she marched into the kitchen and rose her fist to his face. But not a single reaction could be pulled from him. "I am not a toy, Loki!" She shook her fist in some hope it would help enforce her threat.
"What ever pleases your ears, sweet." He stood and walked around her, his walk kingly.
She marched up to him, pushed herself onto her toes in a hope of measuring up to his tall being. He must have been at least 6'5. Not that his height mattered to her. "You can't call me sweet. You bastard." She pressed a finger with as much pressure as possible against his warm chest.
His hands found their way around both of her wrist, as a smile gently found it's way across his flawless face. He lightly pinned her to the red kitchen wall, trying his best to imply no real force to his attack. "My dearest lady. I shall do as I please. If that does not please you, that will be a pity for you, not myself. As for me, I will enjoy every second of it. That is what a toy is for, right?" He watched her face twist in disagreement, as her legs pressed together in an entirely different though.
Her lips opened - a sad attempt to retaliate. Before a word could be spoken, Loki pressed his forehead against hers and held his mouth mere hairline from her bright, contrasting lips. "But, I'm sure you will be enjoying my play time as much as I plan to." He pulled his face from hers, letting the light hit her cheeks again and show off the bright red tint.
And then he was gone. Just like that. Again..
Her wrists dropped to her sides and she exhaled deeply. Maybe she should have thought about yelling for someone so strange to come back before she did so…
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