Warning: there are sexytimes ahead. Last third of the chapter. Skip that part if you aren't into that. Enjoy!
Darcy walked confidently into Stark Tower, bypassing the usual doorman with barely a friendly greeting. He was a young guy whose eyes were always glued to her chest, even when Loki was standing right beside her. Maybe he doesn't think anybody notices.
Ignoring the ogling eyes of the barely post-pubescent boy, Darcy entered the elevator and pressed the level for the penthouse. It had been a while since she'd been in the tower, and being back made her nostalgic. Sure, she'd been kidnapped from here. But she also loads of happy memories from the days of old. Movie-fests with Loki. Togetherness with the group. Blowing up shit and scaring people with Stark. Those were the days. Not that nowadays were bad at all; she just missed the explosives and the entire group hanging out.
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, revealing the expanse of Stark's absolutely huge living room/dining room/bar. Pepper was sitting at the table, looking over something on a notepad. Something most likely wedding related.
"Hey, Darcy. I'm glad you're here, I have a couple of things I need to show you,"
"Of those things, which ones have to do with Jane's wedding?" Darcy said as she sat down across from her.
"Only one of them. I found shoes you and I can wear so we can match. How comfortable are you with four inch heels?"
"I don't know, how comfortable are you with holding a scorpion or having sex in front of your mother?"
"I take it you're not very comfortable with them," Pepper said flatly.
"I'd prefer something slightly more walk-able, if that's ok with you," Darcy smiled sheepishly as she spoke.
"All right, how about these?" What Darcy thought had been a notepad turned out to be some kind of ultra-thin iPad thing that Stark probably made. The thing showed a picture of much more modest heels, and they looked absolutely beautiful and extremely expensive.
"Those look fantastic." Darcy said, successfully removing her foot from her mouth.
"Great. You're a size six, right?"
"Yes, ma'am." Darcy sat back in her chair, making herself at home.
"Done." Pepper smiled.
"Hey, before you move on to the other thing, I have something wedding-related to say,"
"All right, go ahead."
Darcy loved Loki. She had no doubt of that. Jane loved Thor and she knew that for sure as well. Darcy was even pretty sure that Pepper loved Tony. But…
"What's happening with the bachelorette party?"
"What do you mean?" Pepper looked almost horrified.
"Have you been Pepper-ing it? Is it going to be awesome? Are most of the women in the wedding party going to reevaluate their love lives after? I know I won't because I love Loki and every other man has been ruined for me and all that, but every totally kick-ass wedding needs a fucking awesome bachelorette party,"
"Ignoring the use of the term 'Pepper-ing,' I'll go on to say that I have not planned a bachelorette party because Jane explicitly told me she does not want one," Pepper explained calmly, though Darcy could see the fear in her eyes.
"What? No! She has to have one! No wedding is complete without one." Pepper was giving Darcy a really weird look now. She continued, "No, you don't understand; this isn't for me. This is for Jane. And for you."
Seeing the slightly terrified look on Pepper's face, Darcy decided to back up and simplify. "Look at Thor. Does he seem like Casanova to you? I love the guy to death, but damn. Poor Jane needs this before being tied down. And you; when I mentioned 'bachelorette party,' I saw the fear of God in you. You both need this."
"Are you trying to say that Jane needs to experience a male stripper before getting married and that I am afraid of a party?" Now Pepper was really giving her a look. This wasn't going exactly as Darcy wanted.
"No. Well, kinda." She sighed before continuing, "It doesn't have to be sexual, though that is the norm. I'm just trying to say, a bachelorette party is a rite of passage and a tradition. It will help you both cut loose and have some fun. And I bet you Thor's having a bachelor party. With Tony on the case, that party is going to be legendary. We have to give Jane the same treatment."
Pepper looked at her for a moment before sighing and shaking her head a little. "Fine. A few of us can go out the night before or something like that."
"That's all I ask," Darcy said triumphantly.
"So, the other thing I wanted to tell you about…" Pepper began flipping through the tablet, searching for something. She's changing the topic before I add to it. Clever.
Darcy sat in silence, patiently waiting.
"Here it is," she said. Pepper put the tablet on the table in front of her and spun it around for Darcy to see.
Darcy read aloud, "'Five museum break-ins in a month; pattern drawn to Stark find.' Stark find? Is that what our find is being called? That's totally fair,"
"Read more than just the title,"
"All right. The… the… cunt… the cunsht…"
"The Kunsthistoriches," Pepper corrected.
"Wow, that's a word. 'The Kunsthistoriches Museum in Vienna makes the fifth museum to be burgled in the past four weeks. The only items taken in Vienna and in all of the other museums were new additions from the Stark expedition in Egypt.' The 'Stark expedition?' Really?"
"You're missing the point, Darcy." Pepper pulled her tablet back to herself and closed out of the article. "All of these museums are being broken in to and the only things being taken are from the find. It's happened in Paris, London, Alexandria, Berlin, and now Vienna. Nothing else is being taken from the museums and whoever's doing it is leaving behind no traces. These museums aren't exactly easy to break in to, yet it's been done five times, more than possibly by the same people."
"You really think it's the same people each time?" Darcy asked.
"I think someone is really devoted to their cause, whatever it may be," Pepper suddenly looked very weary. "I know Hydra was taken care of, but it makes me a little nervous."
"Maybe somebody just really has a thing for Roman-era Egyptian gold. They'll catch them, don't worry." Darcy reached out and took Pepper's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"I hope so." Pepper sighed.
The elevator dinged again, and this time Stark and Loki walked off. It looked like Loki had just said something really funny, judging by his smug smile and Stark laughing and smacking Loki on the back.
"Hello ladies. Look who I found in the elevator," Stark motioned to Loki behind him. Stark then winked at Pepper, who immediately looked as if nothing was ever bothering her.
"What's up?" Darcy asked them, nonchalantly pinching Loki's ass as he sat down beside her.
"Oh, you know. Getting ready for the wedding of the year. Were you two planning the bachelorette party?" Stark said after he kissed Pepper on the cheek.
"I told you," Darcy said quietly.
"Yeah. It's going to be great." Pepper said to Stark, briefly glancing at Darcy.
"Is it?" Stark said, actually looking surprised. "I didn't think ol' Jane would actually be having one. Is Jane finally living a little or is this Darcy's way of surprising her?"
"Darcy," Pepper said blankly at the same time Darcy defensively said, "Both."
"So you're making her plan it," Stark said to Darcy, pointing at Pepper.
"Not exactly," Darcy said at the same time Pepper said, "Yeah."
"This should be great." Stark said, grinning. "Anyways, we were just talking about the bachelor party,"
"Apparently Mr. Stark will be treating us to quite the evening," Loki said.
"We're going all out. When we're old, we'll look back on this night and-" Stark was cut off by Pepper elbowing him hard in the gut. "-remember how much we truly love the ladies we're with,"
"Nice cover," Darcy commented.
"Anyways, I was just showing Darcy that thing I showed you the other night," Pepper said to Stark, moving the conversation along.
"You showed her what now?" Stark looked genuinely surprised and slightly scandalized. "You could've at least waited until I got in before showing her that,"
"No, not that," Pepper playfully smacked his arm. Loki and Darcy exchanged a glance. "I was showing her the article about the museums,"
"Oh. Well, that is immensely less fun. But still important."
Pepper shook her head and brought out her tablet again, pulled up the article, and slid it over to Loki, who quickly began reading to himself.
"You know, it's almost like a serial robber," Darcy said.
"It's really weird, that's what it is." Pepper said.
"I think it's definitely really fucking weird, but as for now there's nothing we can do about it. It's not our treasure, it's not our property, and it's not our problem." Stark said.
"Yeah, but I'm still curious about it. Who can break in to all of those places? Why are they after just the stuff from our find?" Darcy asked.
"This article is dated five days ago. If they keep up with the pattern, the next break-in should be happening in the next few days," Loki said, handing the tablet back to Pepper. "Museums with artifacts from our find are probably raising their security levels, just to be safe. I think it's nothing for us to worry about,"
"I hope you're right," Pepper said. Loki was always really good at calming people down and knowing what to say. He was also a really good liar. Those had more in common than Darcy cared to admit.
"Well," Stark smacked his hands together loudly; "Loki mentioned in the elevator that he was planning on taking Darcy to dinner. How about we let them go, and the two of them can have a lovely evening doing what we all know they're going to do,"
"Tony," Pepper more warned than exclaimed while Darcy snickered.
"I'm sorry, that was too blunt. How about we let them go so they can go out to dinner and then Loki can-"
"I'm going to cut you off right there," Pepper interrupted. She may not be having it, but both Loki and Darcy were amused with Stark.
Loki stood up. "Shall we?" he asked Darcy, holding out his hand.
"We shall," she replied, taking his hand and being helped up. What a gentleman. I'll have to remember that later. "It was really nice talking with you Pepper. I'll see you later. Bye Tony," Darcy called out as they walked to the elevator.
"Be safe," Stark yelled back.
The elevator doors gently closed.
"Stark has such a way with words," Darcy said.
"Miss Potts really has found herself a Prince Charming." Loki responded.
After leaving the tower, the two of them went out to dinner at a lovely French restaurant with waiters that barely spoke English and a doorman and all sorts of fancy things. When they got home, Darcy had barely made it inside before Loki turned on her, eyes dark, and kissed her, roughly but not painfully pushing her up against the closing door. That effectively started up their evening.
"I believe you started something earlier today," Loki said lowly. He wasn't actually touching her anymore; his hands had left her and his arms were against the wall. His body was inches from hers, the intimacy of the distance doing more than what actually touching her would have. Well, maybe. "I am eager to finish that,"
"I can tell," Darcy said, bringing one leg up to wrap around his waist. Loki immediately responded by kissing her on the mouth hungrily and grabbing her by the thighs with both hands, lifting her up so that both her legs wrapped around him. She could already feel his arousal through her bunched up dress.
"Someone is very eager," Darcy managed to say as Loki ravished her neck.
"Darling, how badly do you want tonight to be romantic?" Loki growled into her ear.
"If this isn't romance, I never want you to be romantic again."
She could feel Loki smile against her skin, if just for a moment. And then he was slipping her dress over her head, feeling her as his hands travelled up her body. When her dress was just barely off and her arms were stuck above her head, Loki stopped and kept her in that position with one hand.
"That's not exactly fair," Darcy said, her smile betraying her words.
"No undergarments. Naughty girl,"
"Wearing just one piece of clothing total feels odd at first yet in general very liberating,"
Loki didn't answer; instead, his mouth traveled from her neck to her collarbone to her breast. His tongue was doing that swirl thing that made her mind go to mush.
"Loki," she could barely mutter.
And then his fingers were involved as well. One, then two. Teasing, then inside. Darcy noticed Loki hadn't lost one piece of clothing yet— and that was completely unfair. She would not let him do this to her while he was still very much dressed.
She pulled with all her might and managed to get her arms out of their makeshift bindings. Grabbing Loki's shirt roughly, she pulled on it until it was successfully untucked. Darcy then started working on the buttons with wobbly fingers. Loki took pity on her and slid his fingers out, letting her even the playing fields. To Darcy's amusement and delight, he then brought his arguably best two fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. Darcy had to do her best to ignore that just to keep her vision intact and hands steady.
Loki helped her on the last few buttons before throwing the shirt off to the side. She played with his belt and then zipper for a moment before she successfully freed him.
He pushed up against her and inside her.
"I love you, Darcy," he said in his deep, sexed-up voice.
Darcy was barely able to respond, "I love you, Loki."
Loki drew out almost all the way before thrusting in again. "Say my name again."
She actually struggled to. "Loki,"
"Keep saying it."
"Loki, harder," she whimpered.
That was no trouble for him. Darcy was glad their door was as sturdy as it was.
"Faster, Loki. Please," she moaned.
He brought up the speed, but just a little.
"Loki," Her voice was escalating in pitch and volume.
She wasn't going to last. By the looks of things, Loki didn't have long either. He was saying something she couldn't understand; maybe it wasn't English, maybe Darcy was just that far gone. It probably had something to do with saying his name some more, so she just said his name again to please him. Or perhaps she screamed it. She really couldn't tell and she definitely didn't care.
Loki brought the speed up; Darcy was approaching it, ready to fall over the edge at any second.
As she hit the brink, Darcy screamed his name one last time, for good measure. And then she was gone. Loki followed her over not even a few seconds later, collapsing against her and keeping them both from sinking to the floor.
That was definitely a great way to start the evening off. Loki's in one of those moods, the really fun ones. This is gonna be so much fun.
Sorry about the gratuitous amounts of love scenes/implications of love scenes in this story so far. I feel like their relationship at this point would be fairly physical, but I don't want to gross some readers out/have you reading something you don't want to read. I can cut it out except for the occasional sexytime, but I don't want to do that if you're all feeling nympho-tastic. Wow, this A/N is weird. You know it's bad when it gets sexual in the author's note. All right then.
Anyways, thank you so much to all of the followers/favoriters/reviews/readers so far! You are more beautiful than Cinderella. You smell like pine needles and have a face like sunshine. Peace out.