"Darcy, are you okay?" Jane asked, frowning over her lunch.
"Yeah." Darcy said. "I'm fine. Why?"
"You've just seemed kind of odd for the past few weeks. And especially so today." Jane said.
"Nah, I'm fine." Darcy replied adamantly.
"You have appeared rather distracted recently, Lady Darcy." Fandral said, agreeing with Jane.
"Maybe I've just got sick of seeing your face all the time." Darcy teased.
"Ha," Volstagg said, slapping her back proudly. "She is fine."
"Her common sense appears to be intact, at least." Sif said with a smirk.
"I disagree, this is clearly a sign of insanity." Fandral replied with a fake look of concern.
Darcy grinned. "You wish."
"Where were you last night anyway?" Jane asked. "I came to see if you wanted to watch this meteor shower with us, but I couldn't find you."
"I was in the library." Darcy said.
"I checked there." Jane said.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I have oft searched for you oft an evening." Fandral added, frowning at Darcy. "Where is it that you go?"
"Yeah, wouldn't you like to know, I'm certain your motives aren't as innocent as a meteor shower." Darcy said with an eye roll.
"You wound me." Fandral feigned being insulted.
"Anyway," Darcy carried on. "I just wander round the palace sometimes. Find different places to read and explore and stuff." It wasn't completely a lie because she did do this. It wasn't like she spent all of her time with Loki. "Last night I found this room that looked pretty quiet and nice, so I read there."
Thor sighed. "It is a shame you never were able to meet Loki. With the amount of reading you do, you would have gotten along well, I believe."
Darcy chewed her food slowly to give her time to formulate a response. The longer she spent with Loki, the harder it was to remember how she would be expected to react. Now however, it wasn't exactly hard to insult him. After all, he'd used magic as a club bouncer to kick her out, and that was just rude.
"Would that be before or after he called me a puny mortal, and commanded that I kneel for him?" Darcy enquired.
Thor frowned. "I meant before that. I doubt he did much reading during those days."
Darcy opened her mouth to insult Loki again, when a guard came up to them.
Darcy saw the gold and turned to glare, her mind automatically assuming it was Loki. It wasn't, however. Unless Loki was using a new guard disguise, which didn't really make sense.
"Sire," The guard nodded respectfully to Thor. "The All Father requests your immediate presence."
"Did he specify that I come alone?" Thor asked, standing up, his manner serious almost immediately.
Darcy felt a slight pang of longing for the cute Thor who smashed cups and smiled for facebook pictures. He hadn't changed that much but she wasn't really used to Wise-King Thor.
"He did not, sire." The guard said.
Thor looked at his friends and didn't even need to say anything before everyone but Jane and Darcy was stood up. Jane followed a split second later and Darcy, unsure of whether she was invited or not just tagged on the end.
They walked into the throne room where Darcy had met Odin for the first and only time. Thor took them through to a side room which made Darcy immediately think "war room" because of the large table in the centre that she could imagine holding a map and army figures to push around.
Odin stood on the other side of the table, and nodded to Thor as he walked in as well as the other Asgardians. He frowned slightly at the sight of Jane and Darcy, but said nothing, evidently deciding that whilst he did not think mortals deserved to be here they were also not important enough to make a fuss about.
Darcy had to refrain from rolling her eyes at him.
Then she thought of Loki and kind of wanted to like Odin just to spite him.
Even if Odin did make that hard.
"You summoned me." Thor said to his father.
Odin nodded, his expression set gravely. "This weather is not natural." He said, looking out of a window at the snow coated grounds of Asgard.
"Umm, it is rather odd, your majesty." Fandral said, clearly unsure of what else to say.
Thor took a less polite route, scowling at Odin in annoyed confusion. "Is that all you called me here to say? You said I was required urgently and-"
"My son, I am not being poetic. This weather is not a natural anomaly, but a forced one which starting on Midgard has spread throughout the nine realms, or so says Heimdall."
The annoyance fled Thor's face but the confusion remained. "I do not understand. How is that possible?"
Odin sighed. "The Frost Giants." He said.
Darcy didn't have a clue what a frost giant was but from the look on the Asgardians's faces they were something unpleasant and hated. Jane did not share their look but she clearly recognised the name, so it was just Darcy left clueless.
"The what?" She asked, before realising maybe she should have asked that later.
Odin glared at her as though he could not believe a foolish mortal had asked him so brazenly. So much for his attempt at hospitality when they had first arrived.
"The Jotuns of Jotenheim." Odin clarified, an edge to his voice that made Darcy want to infuriate him, because screw Loki, she really disliked Odin.
"Inventive name." She muttered.
Before Odin could snap at her Thor spoke. "The Jotuns have been relatively docile- at least to the other realms- for a millennia, why would they attempt this now?"
"Their lack of violence was not through choice." Odin said. "Without the Casket of Ancient Winters they lacked the power to reach the other realms."
"Then what has changed?" Thor asked.
Odin looked at him pointedly.
"That cannot be!" Sif said. "The casket is in the vault."
"Apparently," Odin said bitterly. "It can be. The weather was investigated when it started on Midgard. This morning the vault was searched. The casket was gone, a replica in its place."
"And none of the alarms triggered?" Fandral asked.
"No." Odin replied.
"But who could have done this." Thor asked.
Darcy had a pretty good idea who. Her fingers curled into involuntary fists.
"I do not know. But you are the only ones who know the casket has been returned to the Jotuns, for now we must keep it that way. The last war cost many lives, I do not wish to think of the panic the thought of another one might cause."
They all nodded.
"Thor, I would like you to lead a small group," Thor looked at his friends, who nodded. "To Jotunheim. Try to find out what happened to it but please be subtle."
Thor's jaw tightened slightly, obviously thinking that subtle interrogation was not his area of expertise but he nodded nonetheless.
"We shall leave immediately." Thor said and they all left.
In the throne room, Thor quickly said farewell to Jane and the Asgardians were gone in moments.
"This is bad." Jane said. "Really bad."
Darcy nodded. "Anyway, see you."
"Wait!" Jane called. "Where are you going?"
"Library." Darcy said, the word slipping to her lips immediately.
"What? Now?" Jane asked incredulously.
"Yeah..." Darcy said. "I want to read up on Frost Giants and this Casket of Ancient Winds-"
"Winters." Jane corrected.
"Yeah." Darcy said. "I mean I want to help and books are pretty much all I can do. It might give some clue of who has it." And this was all very true, in fact maybe Darcy would go to the library once she'd washed Loki's blood off.
"That's…that's a really good idea actually. I'll come too." Jane said.
"Wait, what?" Darcy asked, slightly alarmed. She wouldn't physically be able to go to Loki if Jane insisted on coming too.
"I'll come help," Jane said with a smile. "I have three degrees Darcy, it's not like I'm a stranger to libraries."
"Um….okay…well I'll meet you there, I just have to go get something from my room quickly." Darcy said.
"What is it you need to get?" Jane asked.
"Umm." Jesus, she was a bad liar, how did they not all know Loki was alive already? "Notebooks." She said. "You know, so we can make notes on the important stuff."
"Oh, good plan. I'll get some too." Jane said, walking to the door.
Darcy sighed in relief the moment Jane was gone.
Then she remembered that jerk of a God that was supposed to be fucking dead.
Of course it might not have been Loki but Darcy literally had no doubt in her mind.
And it would be easy enough to explain why she was late to Jane. She could just say she'd got into conversation with Erika or something.
So she marched straight up to Loki's room and barged in without knocking, only thinking when she saw him that there was a possibility he would not have been there.
"What are-" he began.
"It was you, wasn't it?" She hissed at him angrily.
"What was me?" He scowled, looking down at her with confusion. It was an expression that reminded her of Thor's from earlier.
"The Casket of Ancient Winters." Darcy spat.
"Ahh." Loki nodded, speaking nonchalantly. "So it has been discovered missing?"
Darcy grit her teeth, angry not even beginning to cover how she felt. What he had done was bad enough without him speaking of it so casually.
"Yes. It has." She said through her gritted teeth.
"It took them rather a long time." He stated, sounding rather disappointed with them.
"So when did you do it?" She demanded.
Loki shrugged. "The day I arrived back on Asgard."
"Wait, that'd be the day the Dark Elves attacked, right?" Darcy asked. "Holy shit that was months ago. How did you fucking manage that?"
Because angry as she was she couldn't help but be slightly impressed at how easily he had pulled this off.
He smirked. "It is rather easy to walk into the vault when you are the Allfather, I have found."
"You impersonated Odin? And it worked?" She asked. What if Odin had just wandered in?
"Well there was the slight distraction of Thor arriving. I believe I did rather a good impression of the All Father meaning that he raised no questions when he spoke to me." Loki said.
Darcy shook her head incredulously. "That's a lot of fucking effort for a casket." She said, all of her effort going into not screaming. "Why?"
Loki shrugged. "Just a bit of fun really."
Darcy felt her eyes narrow.
"'Just a bit of fun?'" She repeated in quiet anger. Her words were clipped with fury. "Fun is causing a realm-wide snow storm? Do you know how many people will have died in countries that weren't prepared? Homeless people? People who can't afford fuel? And that's just on Earth you fucking prick."
Loki's eyes flicked away from hers for a second, before they returned to hers. "Yes well, it would hardly be the first time I have been the cause of deaths."
It was taking everything she had not to slap him. She knew Jane would have by now but she'd been raised to believe that hitting people was always wrong. Her mom would probably agree this occasion warranted it but…
"You asshole." She spat. He was close to her now, barely inches away, looking down at her impassively like she wasn't screaming hate at him. Her lip curled in hatred.
"This is your fun? What the actual fuck is wrong with you, Loki? Jesus Christ! You don't feel anything? No regret? You are such a jerk! You fucking-"
She was cut off by his lips pressing firmly on hers.
Startled, she didn't respond, and he pulled his lips away smirking, though his hand was still on the small of her back where he'd pulled her closer. His lips had been surprisingly soft and she wondered distractedly whether he used chapstick or something.
Her lips tingled where he'd touched them, and the fluttery feeling was back, mixing with her anger and hatred so that she felt flustered.
"What the hell was that for?" She demanded because they were the first words that came to her.
Loki shrugged, smirking down at her in a way that left her wondering whether she wanted to smack the expression away, or kiss it. Goddammit it wasn't fair. She was trying to be angry- heck she was angry- and his hotness was ruining it.
"You are awfully beautiful when angry." He stated. "And I wanted you to stop talking."
Her mouth opened in slight shock at that, just compliment her before saying something like that? That jerk!
"Fuck you." She hissed, grabbing handfuls of his leather clothes and yanking his face back to hers.
She turned at the same time, pushing him up against the wall.
His lips were closed for only a split-second, before they opened against hers, responding immediately. Her tongue flicked into his mouth, running gently across the roof of his mouth while her lips pressed forcefully against his.
One of her hands had moved against the wall, while her other still clutched his clothes.
Meanwhile, his hand had gone to her waist, pulling her against him.
God, he was a good kisser, she thought angrily because he really, really didn't deserve to be. His tongue ran over her teeth and she felt like she might collapse in his arms. Instead she ran her tongue gently over his lip before biting it, causing him to moan against her.
Her hand that had gripped his clothes moved to entangle in his hair, the strands silky soft between her fingers.
She kissed him for what felt like hours- glorious hours- before her lips moved away from his, across his jaw and up to his cheeks because…oh, his fucking cheekbones.
And then further down, she kissed his neck, and he arched it under her like he wanted to show off his perfect bone structure even more, but she wasn't looking at his jaw. There was a spot on his neck which caused him to shiver when she kissed it so she went further, pressing hard kisses there, sucking and gently biting before running her tongue over it and he inhaled sharply in pleasure.
"Darcy," He moaned against her.
"Shut the fuck up." She told him, because she was so angry, and he was so hot, and the last thing she needed right now was him talking.
When she finished, the skin was already purpling. He was going to have one hell of a hickey.
She pulled him away from the wall, wanting more and kind of liking pushing him around.
He seemed to be pretty into it as well, because it wasn't like he was protesting.
She pushed him onto his bed, not thinking about that time she'd kissed him on it because that was far too emotionally invested and this…well, there was nothing romantic about this at all. She just wanted to fuck him until he screamed her name.
She climbed on, straddling him where he sat and grabbing hold of his clothes again. She tore the leather coat off of him before staring at the rest.
"How the fuck do I get this off?" She asked.
He smirked at her. "You want it off?"
Her hands went into his hair again, this time pulling more aggressively because fuck it, he was a god and if it hurt, he deserved it anyway.
Her lips went back onto his, both of them kissing the other desperately. She could practically feel her lips swelling. She needed his touch, needed it everywhere.
When she couldn't take it anymore, she pulled away from him. His hands were on her waist, but hers still pinned down his shoulders.
"Now take your fucking clothes off." She demanded. She wanted his skin under her lips, her bare skin to be touched by his hands.
He grinned. Wow, who knew Loki, destroyer of worlds was into submissive sex.
His leather was gone in a quick flash of greenish light leaving only a green undershirt and soft trousers.
She arched an eyebrow. "I think I said off."
He smirked again, that same smirk that had her first kissing him. "Ladies first."
Darcy yanked her jumper off impatiently. If he wanted the rest off, then he could take it off himself.
"Now." She commanded but didn't wait for him to do it, and instead dragged him up so that she could pull the shirt over his head herself.
Her eyes widened at the sight of him. She'd been expecting skinniness from his slim frame and thick leather but- her finger trailed along the muscles appreciatively- he was pretty cut.
His hands went back to her waist, sending heat rushing where he touched her bare skin.
He grinned, eyes brimming with lust as he looked at her shirtless.
He didn't admire her long, instead pulling her closer, his fingers nimbly untying her bra with ease she didn't think any male ever had. He discarded of it, hands moving across her skin.
And normally Darcy didn't much care for guys touching her boobs but everywhere Loki touched left her skin aching for more. Her back arched, pushing against him.
His lips were on her then, kissing every inch of her exposed skin with reverence she didn't think he was even capable of. When he reached her hardened nipples, she couldn't help her nails from scratching down his back. As he placed one in his mouth, she involuntarily gasped, her nails digging in even more.
From there he moved up, kissing at her neck and collar bone, and she couldn't refrain from touching him herself any longer.
She pushed him away so that he fell onto his back. Before he could say anything she was kissing at his chest rapidly, not wanting to savour his touch because she was too desperate for it.
She moved downwards, kissing across the perfect v of his hip bones. His breathing was quick.
"Please." He gasped, shocking Darcy.
Well, if she had a god of mischief begging beneath her then no amount of anger at him would allow her to deny.
She pulled his remaining clothes off to the sound of fibres ripping, but Loki didn't care, taking the opportunity to take hers off too.
She went back to his hips, kissing along his skin closer to where he needed her but teasingly slow. As she got closer, she detoured going round to kiss his thighs. His fingers curled tightly into the bed sheets.
"Darcy," He begged again.
She smiled, okay he had been sufficiently punished, she thought.
She licked the length of him so teasingly slowly that he groaned in a mix of pleasure and agonised need. Deciding she'd teased him enough, she took him in her mouth and from the way he gasped in relief she thought he might come there and then. She moved against him slowly at first, tongue licking his slit before increasing her rhythm.
Her hands clutched at his hip bones and fuck, she'd never really enjoyed giving oral except for pleasing the other person, and Loki was a bastard, so it wasn't like she was particularly keen to please him. But his hands were in her hair, her hands on his hips, and he was making noises in that voice that was so silkily smooth it was almost orgasmic in itself.
She could tell he was practically on the verge of orgasm, and she wasn't having that- no he was going to have to wait for it. She went instead to swap her mouth for her hand but he caught her wrist.
"I think it only fair for me to repay the favour." He said.
"After what you've done, I think I deserve more than that." She answered, somewhat breathily.
He smiled and the sight made her stomach do flips.
"I believe that is fair." He said, taking her waist again and rolling so that he was on top.
He smiled once more at the sight of her, naked and beneath him before his fingers were between her legs and oh god, she could barely think.
He kissed at her stomach and breasts while his fingers moved in and out of her, occasionally circling her clit. She rocked her hips against him embarrassingly quickly but fuck it, he was good at this.
"So wet, Miss Lewis." He smirked, lifting his head to look down at her. "Who knew you liked me so much."
Darcy rolled her eyes. A new level of eye rolling, she thought, doing it while being fingered.
She reached up to grab his hair, thankful for its length and pulled him down closer.
"Shut. Up. Loki." She hissed. She had not intended to, but she had pushed him closer to where his fingers were and he took this as an order to change, which he hurriedly obliged to do, his tongue going to where his fingers had just been.
She gasped so loudly she was surprised guards didn't come running.
And she could practically feel his cocky smirk between her legs.
She wound her fingers in his hair, pulling tightly to tell him to stop smiling but it only worked to make him go deeper, his tongue hitting places she didn't even know were sensitive until touched by him.
"Holy shit." She said before she could stop herself, her breathing so quick she was soon panting. Dear God, he was fucking good at this. He couldn't have been doing it very long, but Darcy was practically shaking from pleasure.
"Okay…" She said. "Okay…Loki…I'm really not going to last much longer."
His tongue licked her clit once more before he moved away from her.
"If you keep panting like that, I'm afraid I won't either." He said.
"Urgh," She sighed, he was so fucking annoying this was not the time to talk. "Just fucking get in me."
The good thing about Loki was that, apparently, he did not have to be told twice.
She lay on the bed, him on top of her. He kissed her briefly before moving inside her.
She inhaled sharply as he moved, fingers scraping down his back before moving to his hair. Her fingers were entwined between the strands of his hair so tightly that had he been mortal, he would probably have been shouting in pain.
His hands rested either side of her as though to trap her in place, but she was hardly going anywhere. She was rocking against him just as enthusiastically as he was.
As he moved in and out, she saw him close his eyes from pleasure, and she had to move her hands from his hair to the back of his neck because she could feel she was on the edge, and she didn't want to rip strands out because there was no way she was going to-
She came not unexpectedly but shockingly, because she couldn't remember the last time she achieved an orgasm before the other person did. She sighed- or more yelped- against his chest, far more high pitched than any of her earlier moans.
She held onto him as her body shook with pleasure and the sight of her climaxing, the feel of her muscles spasming around him sent him over too. He came, spilling inside her before rolling off of her to avoid collapsing on top of her as he panted.
He had moaned deeply as he first came, but made no noise now other than deep panting.
Darcy was trying to regain her breath, her body still tingling from pleasure. She could feel everywhere his lips had been, everywhere his skin had touched like his lips were fire and she had been burnt.
But never had it felt so good.
His breathing slowed faster than she did, no doubt because of inhuman abilities of some sort.
Clearly being immortal allowed for practice, because damn.
His breath was still somewhat shaky when he spoke, however. "And here I believed mortal women were supposed to be fragile."
She laughed and hit him at the same time, still not quite ready to move yet.
This would be the part where she spooned for a while with gentle hugs and kisses, until they fell asleep or showered.
But it was Loki, so she doubted cuddles were involved, not that she wanted them because angry, lust filled sex did not usually warrant that.
And then, finally, it hit her.
She had just had sex with Loki.
Shit.
Chapter title from Going To Hell by The Pretty Reckless. Umm yeah...first ever smut scene so be nice...I just felt angry sex was a very loki/darcy thing to do. And yeah, the sexual tension was getting far too high in this fic.
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