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This chapter is a very short, but important chapter! We are about to get into the actual purpose of this story, so get your seat belt buckled!

*Enjoy my friends!*

Chapter 10:

*The Next Day*

Darcy surprisingly was the first to wake up, she was a but surprised to find she wasn't alone in her bed, and that her head rested on a chest and not a pillow, but then her and Loki's nudity reminded her of the night before. About how her body had sung and did a dance number for him, all because of his marvelous stick that she had the opportunities to ride on multiple times last night! Darcy couldn't explain that experience other than that it was literally out of this world much like her lover. She tilted her head to look at his face, it looked purely innocent in sleep. She couldn't see that face as the same face from last night that smirked as he forced her nails to grip into his back while he pounded the hell out of her, and while she cried out for him to end her torture and give her the pleasure she was racing toward repeatedly. Darcy wondered how she lucked up on an opportunity like this, it had to be luck from her past life, because she had never been to one to land someone without their ulterior motive about her breasts in mind, so for her to lay with a God was impossible. In her child like mind she half expected him to get what he wanted from her and leave, but he hadn't and that made her grin in satisfaction and happiness. His arm held her to him tightly and while she liked it, she needed to go to the restroom and take a hot shower. As softly as she could she moved out of his embrace, the sheets that had never covered her upper half shifted slightly, and she made the move to the edge of the bed. Her lower half instantly protested the movement, her body ached and begged her to lie back down. Oddly enough the pain didn't bother her, because it was a reminder of where it had come from, she knew she'd feel the ache in between her legs all day, and she smiled on her way to the bathroom...

Darcy had popped some pain medicine and took a shower. She went to her closet, while Loki was starting to stir from his sleep, and she gasped when caught sight of herself in the full length mirror in the walk in. Her lips were slightly swollen and bruised from the intensity of their kisses, her neck had at least two hickies, down to her right breast that had a hickie of its own and a few fingerprints from where he'd grabbed them in heat of passion. Her arms had grip marks and well as her sides and pelvis. You could make out the shape of his large hands on her thighs and to her shock a red bite mark on her inner thigh. She had some bruising, but she didn't quite care enough to give damn, especially when the person that gave them to her came to stand flush behind her.

"I'm sorry to have hurt you my love."

Darcy laughed and relaxed into his embrace.

"They don't hurt. I like them they are a reminder of my world getting rocked."

"How will we pull off the excuse of an earthquake as the sounds of your screaming last night?"

"It felt like an earthquake, didn't the world shake?"

"No my dear, I think that was just your... I mean my body."

She laughed at him and his reference to owning her, and went to pull on some undergarments and then a pair of jeans and a def leopard tee-shirt.

"You know you look better without any clothes on."

"And you look amazing with shackles on. Maybe we can try that sometime."

She of course was referring to when he was taken back to Asgard in a huge muzzle to restrict jaw movement so he couldn't cast spells and thick chains around his feet and his hands.

"We can try anything you wish, although I think you will be the one in shackles."

"I can handle that."

Darcy laughed at the suggestion and went to brush her hair.

"I Think your due for a field trip Mr. Laufeyson."

"What mortal torture have you decided to drag me to today?"

"Breakfast. Go get dressed and meet me back here in 20 minutes."

"Okay."

He dissipated from her, his clothes from last night that were on her floor, disappeared too. She smiled to herself and moved to put her own clothes in the laundry hamper. She killed the time waiting for Loki, by watching T.V. And when he arrived they opted to walk and not have Loki make them appear where she was taking them. Honestly it's wasn't that far from the tower, so it wasn't a hassle. They had almost made it out the building when Jane came around the corner looking at some spreadsheets.

"Oh Good Morning. Where are you two going?"

Jane questioned the two.

"In order to acclimate Loki to how we do things on our puny planet, we are going to breakfast."

"Your acclimating him?"

"Yes. It's apart of our trade I teach him about our world, he teaches me how to kick ass in it."

"Oh. Breakfast sounds good, where we going?"

Jane said and pulling out her cellphone.

"Your going?"

"Yes. As much as you see to get seem to get along now, Thor and I don't want to have to explain to everyone later why your both death and explain to Director Fury why a bunch of civilians were privy to an Avengers spat."

Darcy rolled her eyes, and followed Jane as she walked to get Thor from wherever he was.

"Darcy? Is there a reason your limping?"

Loki asked with a smug look on his face. Darcy turned around to glare at him while Jane was turned away from them.

"Are you hurt Dar?"

"Just a little... Um... Workout pain from last night... I mean yesterday afternoon."

"Oh from your training? Loki are you hurting her?'

"Of course I am."

Jane's mouth fell open.

"It's for her own good. It's nothing that she can't recover from."

Darcy rolled her eyes and pushed Loki, and to his shock he moved without his own volition. Darcy figured he moved because he wanted not because she made him. Loki gulped in his throat and ignored the fact that a mere mortal had actually made him move. He chalked it up to having his defenses down around Darcy, although his mind said something else was at play here...

*Later*

They returned from breakfast to get to work on Jane's project, everyone but Darcy and Loki were oblivious to the lingering touches they gave to one another, along with the looks and snide comments.

*Meanwhile*

The planet was cold and dark. It's lands once full and bountiful now black and it's inhabitants scattered among the realms. Malekith, was once the ruler of a powerful and feared realm, but now because of Thor and the great Aesir kingdom he was the leader of ruins! But the time had come to change all of that, a great leader had come to him and has given him a chance to rule again, and enact revenge on those fools. He summoned his powers and appeared in the far outreaches of the universe to finalize his plans with him, to take over starting with the weak Midgard. He will make Thor beg to be dead when he was done. Needless to say he had the power to take over but he needed the force, The Man he was going to meet with could provide this for him. Out of respect of another's realm he kneeled and rose back up to speak.

"The plans are almost complete, but if neither of us plan on taking this realm on face to face, then how will this plan work? Who will lead your new force and make sure no one stops them?"

The man turned and grinned at the Dark Elf leader. His mind already formulating on who he wanted this for. It would be the same man he had every intention on making beg for mercy and slowly killing him after this was all over.

"Our dear ally... Loki Odinson"

After all a promise was a promise...