Marvel owns everything (well, technically Disney owns everything...). I just own my laptop, my plot and my mistakes. Remember, I still don't have a Beta reader, nor a vast knowledge of the English language.

Anon on Tumblr gave me this prompt: "Halloween Tasertricks- Loki gets a lil possessive when Darcy Halloween custom is The Mistress of the night Elvira".

"Where do you think you're going?".

Loki's stern voice, coming from his sit on her sofa, reached Darcy when she had already a foot outside. She closed her long coat tightly, hiding her costume; unfortunately, the dark, long wig was impossible to conceal.

"Out...Don't wait up, bye!". She tried to close the door behind herself very quickly...but her movements were not fast enough, especially because her flatmate/secret friend-with-benefits was a demi God with magical powers.

"Out...where?". His figure loomed over her, his piercing eyes probably already guessing her costume under her heavy coat. Probably the wig was a dead giveaway, too.

"To the Stark Tower...Do you remember, the one owned by an arrogant billionaire, who also gives amazing party? Tony Stark, who kicked your Asgardian ass a few years ago, and now is one of the few people on this planet who tolerates you?".

Loki decided to ignore her sarcasm, and nodded. "You're going to attend his Halloween celebration, aren't you?".

The perky assistant showed him two thumbs up. "Well done, Mischief! And now, let me give you a goodnight kiss...". Darcy tried to peck his lips, but he stepped back.

"Let me see what you're wearing". Loki's stupid attitude was starting to get on her nerves. She was already late, and now he was doing a poor imitation of the overprotective father she had never had.

"No". Darcy raised her chin, pleased to see the irritated look on Loki's face. It didn't last long, because with an elegant wave of his hand her coat disappeared, showing finally her costume.

"You- you can't go out dressed like this!". The outraged tone of his voice, paired with the wide-eyed stare fixed on her breasts, was hilarious.

"It's my Elvira, Mistress of the Dark's costume! Do you like it?". She twirled, offering to his eager gaze every feature of her dress: the very, very deep neckline, who flaunted her generous cleavage; the high slit; and the dagger, which was almost identical to the one in the movie.

Loki remained silent; he drank in her provoking attire, and inside him the green-eyed monster roared his disapproval. Dressed like this, who knew what kind of inappropriate thoughts, which animalistic instincts she would awaken in those peasants? No, it was unacceptable!

With a swift move he lifted her and carried her on his shoulder. "Loki! What are you doing! Let me go, now!". When they arrived in her bedroom, he laid her down on her bed gently.

"Darcy, this dress looks amazing on you...But do you know where it may look even better?". In a blink, the offensive garment fell on the floor. Darcy huffed. "I hate you when you act like a jealous jerk...".

Loki smirked. "No, you don't...". He said, before his lips showed her exactly how jealous he was.

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