A/N: Be imaginative readers :D It was their first time together so it was basically driven by passion and lust... now what's going to happen? Enjoy!

Darcy woke up the next morning and let out a sigh. She was definitely alone.

"What a prick, then again, I should have guessed," she grumbled as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.

She let out a loud gasp and squeezed her eyes shut, damn she was sore! She glanced down at the floor where she saw her clothes tossed in different areas of the room. Pieces of her shredded shirt were strewn about and she snatched her panties up; sliding them on. Darcy let out an audible growl when she realized that she didn't have a shirt to put on and since she was in Loki's bedroom, her other clothes were next door.

"Damn it Loki, you're such a bastard," she spat as she snatched up her pants and pulled them on.

She was angry. She felt used, betrayed and belittled. She knew that he knew he could do whatever he pleased with her since she was a 'silly little mortal'. He didn't care about her or her feelings, he just wanted to get some action without facing the repercussions. She ripped open his closet doors and began shuffling through the few articles of his clothing hanging and realized that he wasn't any different than a mortal man because they wanted the same thing.

Darcy sensed something stir behind her and she spun around with an irritated expression, expecting the God of Mischief to be standing there with his stupid smirk but instead she was staring at a pair of green eyes that were on a tiny white feline.

"Trixie," she sighed, reaching down and patting the cat gently on the head.

She turned back around and eyed the closet in frustration… Leather, was that all he owned?

"Darcy, what the hell are you doing? And what the hell is that you have wrapped around yourself?"

Darcy winced, of course, her door was mere feet from Loki's and she got caught. She turned reluctantly to see Tony staring at her with wide eyes.

Tony's shocked face broke into a knowing grin, "I'd know this anywhere! It's the walk of shame after a one night stand!"

Darcy didn't say anything, what could she say? She had experienced a pretty crazy night and woke up alone, so yes, this definitely was her walk of shame.

Tony scrutinized her from head to toe and then his face returned to one of shock, "Wait a minute, just wait a fucking minute!"

"No Tony, we aren't playing the guessing game! I want to go to my room and put a shirt on, so just shut up!" Darcy exclaimed, edging toward her door and reaching for the handle.

"The Captain and Hawkeye are the only two who stay here, and Bruce isn't here…" Tony continued, "And their rooms aren't even on this floor."

"Knock it off Tony!" Darcy warned him, fumbling with her room key.

"The funny thing is… Neither the Captain or Hawkeye wear that type of leather, and I sure as hell know it's not yours."

Darcy's door clicked and she shoved it open leaping inside and slamming it shut.

"I'm onto something Darcy, and I don't think it's good!" she heard from the other side of the door.

She shook her head and her eyes popped open when Tony's departing statement was, "Getting freaky with the reformed bad guy is never a good idea! There are plenty of eligible good guys here!"

"God damn it Tony knock it off!" Darcy shouted and threw her leather covering across the room.

The hall outside her room went quiet and Darcy ran to the bathroom where she began to see the physical repercussions of the previous night.

She had bruises all over her body and it looked like she had been in a street brawl. There was black and blue shading down her arms and dark patches on her legs; especially in between them. She examined her neck where there were blotches up to her jawbone.

"Hickeys? You've got to be flipping kidding me!"

…..

"Isn't it a little warm for turtlenecks?"

Darcy's eyes shot over to Jane who stared at her skeptically. Once again they were seated around the round table except for two chairs which remained empty.

'Natasha and Loki?' Darcy thought, and then scowled, 'He probably went off to service her since he's such a studly god, what a tool.'

Tony watched her from across the table with his arms crossed and asked, "Is it in style to dress like it's winter time when it's eighty degrees outside? Are you sure you don't want me to get you a scarf to go with that?"

"Stick it in your ear," Darcy retorted.

"Enough!" Nick said as he walked into the room.

"When to we leave?" Jane asked.

"Right," Tony nodded, "The sooner we go, the sooner it's party crashing time!"

Steve shook his head and Clint let out a chuckle. Darcy fidgeted, unable to sit still. She didn't know what the hell to think about last night, and it didn't help the fact she only remembered select parts. It had been a blur of mountain highs and pure ecstasy; no man had ever taken her to the heights she had experienced with Loki.

"Where the hell is he?" she muttered.

Jane looked over at her, "Are you alright? You're acting kind of anxious."

Tony folded his hands on the table, "Yes Darcy, please tell us about your nightly encounters from last night!"

The room went silent and all eyes turned to Darcy. Jane's eyebrows shot up and she reached toward Darcy's neck in attempt to pull her turtleneck down. Darcy quickly dodged out of reach and backed away from the table.

"I'm not feeling too hot, just tell me when we're supposed to leave and I'll be here."

They watched as Darcy left the room and Jane stood up, "I'm going to talk to her."

…..

"Darcy! Wait up!"

"I don't want to talk about it, damn this is all Tony's fault! Him and his big mouth!"

Jane narrowed her eyes, "I think something happened and there's more behind this than you're telling me, it obviously wasn't all Tony… he knows something and you don't like it."

While Darcy was zoned out in thought Jane grabbed the turtleneck and yanked down. Darcy yelped and jumped backwards with startled eyes.

"What are you doing?" she cried out.

"You have… Darcy! What were you doing last night?" Jane exclaimed.

Darcy shook her head and then she asked, "Where's Loki?"

"With Natasha I guess, maybe they're getting their game plan for this evening since they're going together."

"That's a bullshit excuse! Steve and I are going and I haven't said a word to him!" Darcy shot back.

"Did you check his room?" Jane asked, returning to her previous question.

Darcy rolled her eyes, she had been all over his room last night, "No he's not there."

He was going to have to see her eventually; he couldn't keep avoiding her like this! Darcy felt extremely pissed. Was she the reject girl he fucked at night and then ignored the rest of the time? He could have at least left her a damn note or something, then again, it did suit his personality to bail out, it suited most men.

"I'll meet up with you guys in a bit, I have something I have to take care of," Darcy told Jane dryly and brushed by her.

…..

It seemed like she had been searching for him forever. Darcy was opening and closing doors that she had no idea where they led or what was inside. Just when she was about to give up she heard a muffled chuckle and she knew who it belonged to. It was snooty, arrogant, fake, and easily identifiable.

She hissed and walked down a dimly lit hallway to the door at the very end. She grabbed the handle and pulled it open without hesitation.

Her eyes were met by the sight of Natasha and Loki, both staring at her curiously. They were both sitting down in what appeared to be her room.

Darcy's anger flared but she kept a calm face, "We're leaving soon, and Loki," she bit out his name, "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Loki glanced over at Natasha and stood gracefully, "I will see you in the common room before we depart."

He followed Darcy out into the hallway where she gave him an expression that was mixed with anger, hurt, and confusion.

"First," she started before he could speak, "Where the hell is the common room?"

Loki tilted his head, "You're asking about tha-"

"No! Shut up, I got sidetracked!" she cut him off and then told him, "You have to do something about what you did to me last night!"

Loki gave her a smirk, "I believe it is what we did, it does take two to tango after all."

"Enough with the perverted euphemisms!" Darcy told him, "I have to wear a dress tonight to this party, and since I'm covered in your bruises and your hickeys are all over my neck I don't think it's going to go over well!"

"Are you ashamed of what we did?"

"No!" Darcy immediately stated, so quickly even Loki's eyes widened for a moment.

"Tony knows, he caught me trying to get back to my room this morning half naked since you didn't leave me any wearable clothes."

Loki shrugged, "I suppose during our heated session I lost regard for your needs the next morning."

"Obviously! You were gone," she replied flatly, "It's alright though, I know it's a guy thing."

Loki didn't reply but reached forward and gently used one finger to pull down on her turtleneck. He eyed the dark marks on her skin and then stared into her eyes.

"Does it pain you?"

Darcy's expression was shocked, "What?"

"These contusions," he stated, dragging his thumb over one on her neck and she shivered.

"A little bit, nothing unbearable," she replied, staring at his face and not looking away.

Loki closed his eyes for a moment and was silent. Darcy watched him and waited uncomfortably.

"There," he whispered and she felt a tingling sensation coat her skin, as though she was getting goose bumps all over her body.

Darcy immediately grabbed her sleeves and pulled them up to see her skin was now clear with no discoloration.

"Thanks," she said, looking up at him.

"I can tell something else troubles you."

"There's a lot that troubles me at the moment you jerk, you screwed me and were gone the next morning. The next thing I hear and see is that you and Natasha have vanished together."

Loki's eyebrows shot up, "Miss Lewis, is that jealously radiating off of you?"

Darcy rolled her eyes and smiled, "As if!"

"The Widow and I were discussing how we would perform together this evening. It needed to happen as she's wanted to kill me since the moment I arrived. I can say that we are now on neutral terms," Loki explained.

Darcy nodded slowly, "Okay, but you didn't have to tell me everything, I'm not your psycho girlfriend demanding you to explain yourself."

"Even if you demanded me to do something that does not mean I would have to comply, I told you because I chose to tell you," he replied.

"You'll have to stop by my room and grab your leather jacket shirt thing, whatever it is," Darcy suddenly said, not sure how to respond to his previous statement.

Loki frowned, "Why?"

"Because I used it to cover myself up this morning… why did you have to wear semi-normal clothes today? If you would have left what you've got on now in your closet I bet Tony wouldn't have guessed that it was your room I was making my walk of shame from," Darcy told him.

Loki glanced down at his attire which consisted of his green sports jacket, white and green scarf, and dark dress pants.

"Walk of shame?" he asked curiously.

"That's what it's called when you're going home after a one night stand here… heading home in the same clothes you went out in the night before and the weight of what happened," she replied.

Loki smirked, "You make it sound as though your experience was unsatisfying, and I do not recall ever saying it was a one night stand."

"Unsatisfying? Dude I was floating… literally! You and your freaky powers do some, well to be frank, kinky shit," Darcy blurted with wide eyes.

Loki's smirk grew larger, "Ah yes, I believe I remember you repeating my name over and over… it's still ringing in my ears, you were shouting so loud."

Darcy gave him a pouty expression, "Don't make fun of me, I can't help it if it felt incredible, it was the heat of the moment… but I totally get where you're coming from when you talk about needing 'thick walls' now."

Loki placed his hand on her lower back and began walking forward; guiding her. They exited the narrow hallway and Darcy eyed him suspiciously.

He gave her a questioning glance and she spoke, "Just making sure you aren't trying to put a 'kick me' sign on my back or something… it's been a while since you've pulled a prank on me and I bet you're waiting until I'm off guard."

Loki removed his hand and folded his arms, "Satisfied?"

"Not really," she replied airily, "I won't be until I get this damn turtleneck off, I'm baking under here!"

Loki carelessly flicked his wrist and Darcy gasped when she saw she was now wearing a bright green short-sleeved V-neck.

"Nice!" she smiled in approval.

They arrived in front of his door and both went inside. Darcy watched as he straightened up the room in seconds with magic. The bed made itself and she witnessed her tattered shirt repair itself.

"Is Trixie okay?" Darcy asked as her repaired article floated down and landed in her hands.

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, I would think she might be kind of scarred from being in the room after last night," Darcy said sheepishly.

Loki replied, "She appears sound."

Darcy nodded, "We should probably get back to the others."

"The common room?" Loki asked with a hint of sarcasm.

"Oh shut up! Don't mock me, I was upset! Besides, you're the only weirdo who calls it the 'common room', this isn't Harry Potter."

Loki opened his door and Darcy exited. He shut the door and followed after her.

They walked in silence until Darcy asked him, "Was that really a one night stand? I've got to know."

Loki stopped walking and leaned in close to her face, "Do you wish for it to be?"

Darcy held her breath and shook her head with wide doe eyes.

He leaned in closer and smiled against her skin, "So be it."