Darcy groaned as someone shook her awake from blissful sleep. She sat up from the sinfully comfortable bed and sighed. Time to go to work. Sluggishly, the busty woman leaned down to place her shoes on her feet. A grin played on the corners of her lips. Her shoes. How long had it been since she could claim shoes as her own?
The hustle and bustle of people coming in from their shifts and other people leaving for theirs was quite amusing to watch. Two girls had even crashed into each other in their haste. Thanking the woman who had bothered to wake her, Darcy deftly maneuvered herself to the person who would be assigning her the work for tonight.
"Romanoff! You'll be on security tonight, watching over the antiquities. Lewis! You're on cleaning. Cover the study and guest rooms." Darcy tuned the woman out as soon as she was given her task. She stared blatantly at the beautiful red haired woman before her. She was certainly deadly looking enough for security detail. Jealousy bloomed in her chest, knowing she'd never amount to anything like the lean woman in front of her. Darcy squashed the irrational resentment growing because of the red-head; it would lead her to no good if she made enemies on her first day.
She wandered off from the two women, not having a problem maneuvering around the maze-like manor. Her hand shook slightly as she pushed the door open. The study she found herself in was so grand she felt as if her presence disgraced it. Taking a deep breath, Darcy got to work. A fine layer of dust covered every surface but the desk. The task was difficult as some surfaces were quite high and others very low. A total of three hours passed before she felt the job was done well. Wiping sweat off her forehead, Darcy piled her supplies back into the bucket provided. She had very nearly left for the next room when she remembered the object in her jacket that was not hers.
Turning on her heel, Darcy walked over to the desk and took the dagger into her hand. It truly was a work of art. Slender and pointed and infinitely deadly. It was light in her hand, almost like it was made of paper. Writing in a language she didn't recognize was engraved down the blade. As safe as it made Darcy to feel to have the weapon in her hand, she knew it was not hers to keep. With a sigh, she set it down and left the study.
Loki sat quietly at his desk, mulling over various things until he heard the door open. Without much of a thought, he was no longer visible. Darcy Lewis nervously walked into the room, a look of awe covering her face and Loki couldn't help but feel irritation towards her transparency. She surveyed her surroundings before getting to her job of cleaning the whole room.
He would admit that watching her was quite entertaining. Her body was very appealing, mortal or not. Her short stature forced her to stretch to reach the higher surfaces and she shamelessly fell to her knees to sweep under the furniture. The sight was pleasing. Time passed too quickly for his liking and soon she was finished. Something akin to disappointment made him frown as she made to leave.
But she stopped.
Darcy turned sharply and marched over to his desk. For a moment Loki entertained the idea that she knew he was there, but dismissed it as impossible. She reached into the jacket provided to her pulled something out. Loki blinked, realizing it was one of his daggers. Mind previously occupied, he had forgotten to retrieve it. She stared at it with a wistful look on her face. He thought for a moment that she might attempt to take it for herself, but she squared her shoulders with a sigh and set it down before him. Grabbing her supplies, Darcy Lewis quickly fled the room.
So there he sat, staring at the little tool he had kept with him longer than modern history could record. Why did she return it? By the look on her face she certainly didn't want to. A dark expression covered Loki's face; was this an attempt at manipulation? Was she trying to make him think she was better than what she was? Nothing more than a pathetic mortal servant he owned. Loki rose to his feet angrily. Her mind was his property and tearing into it would reveal her intentions.
Darcy hummed quietly to herself as she cleaned the last room assigned to her. The work was hard enough to make herself proud for finishing, but not so hard that finishing was unlikely. Relief washed over her tired muscles as the last pillow was put in place. She was fina-
Pain. It sliced through her ear following the trail of the object that cut the shell. A shriek escaped her as she turned around to face her attacker. Mind numbing fear engulfed her as she saw the God of Lies glowering at her with murder in his eyes. What had she done? Did she insult him by some accident? Darcy didn't have time to contemplate his reasoning as she found herself thrown on the bed she had just fixed, pinned by his weight on top of her. No sound could push through her throat no matter how much fear raced through her. Her normal witty responses abandoned her as Loki looked down his nose at her. Lifting his hand, Darcy saw the small dagger she had just returned two hours ago fly into his grip. So that's what cut through her ear. Now it was pressed against her cheek in a warning to remain still.
Breathing went from a challenge to impossible as Loki's other hand lifted towards her temple. The last time he had done so left her head in an agony that hadn't quite abated yet. Darcy let out a whimper of pain and fear and struggled against his hold on her. The dagger cut into her cheek but the pain seemed minimal compared to what she knew she would feel if he dug into her mind while it was still so raw. Her pleas and attempts to free herself were ignored, and soon her head felt like it was being split in two by a hatchet.
Sobs escaped Darcy as she clutched at her master. His intent expression never wavered as she begged for his mercy, no warmth or pity anywhere on his face. She could feel him crawling inside her head, tearing apart her dignity while searching for something she desperately wished she could give him. Anything to end this.
Then it was over. The pain was still unbearable, but no longer was it escalating. Loki's face was unreadable and he had yet to move from on top of her. Tears flowed from her large blue eyes, but she suddenly felt very angry. How dare he hurt in such a way? She had only been there a day and a half and already he had violated her mind twice. Working up all the courage she had while slowly losing consciousness, Darcy spat in her God's face.
It stopped an inch from his face.
Loki's smug face infuriated her even more and caused the pounding in her head to increase. "You dick." Darcy managed to hiss the insult before her brain decided she was in too much pain to stay awake.
The banished god found his prey in the most lavish guest room within the wing. She was stupidly humming a silly tune to herself as she touched up the overly large bed, obviously pleased with her work. Loki took out his previously returned dagger and sent it flying towards her. It sliced through the side of her ear, causing her to yell in pain and surprise. She spun around and when her eyes landed on him, all blood fled from her face. The gears in her head were obviously working to figure out what she had done.
With speed she couldn't keep up with, he had her pinned beneath him on the large bed. Loki lifted his hand, the dagger unerringly finding its way back. He pressed it meaningfully against her cheek, knowing she'd understand his point.
Trying to inflict as much terror as possible, the trickster lifted his other hand to slowly approach her temple. Darcy's eyes widened comically, knowing what he intended to do. With a sudden ferocity she fought against him, staring at his hand like she's rather face Ragnarök. She pleaded for him to stop and he knew that with how terrified she was that he had been right about her nefarious plans. As his fingers came into contact with her skin, a bone chilling scream ripped through her. Her fingers gripped at his robes while she begged for his mercy.
Her thoughts were erratic with the pain and Loki had to push past it to see what her reasons had been. It was difficult work and when he finally reached them, he would admit to being disappointed. There had been no ulterior motive, only the belief that she had no right to take something that wasn't hers. Pulling away slightly from her, Loki looked down at the mess below him. Pain was clear on her face and so was a sense of betrayal. By the sudden inhale and back tilt of her head, he realized in time what she intended to do. The saliva she spat out halted before any came into contact with his face. Hate filled her eyes.
"You dick." The words had barely left her lips before her mind gave way to the refuge of sleep. Loki immediately felt resentment towards the girl for leaving him. This was the most fun he had had in ages! Her mind had been pathetically easy to conquer and yet he still felt a sense of pleasure for having done so. A frown tugged at his lips, realizing that if her mind remained splintered as it was, there was a good chance that she would not wake up. Well, there was no fun in that. Loki cursed Darcy for being so weak.
Raising a careful hand back to her temple, the god slowly let his mind merge with what was left of hers instead of forcefully asserting his presence. The damage done needed to be repaired if his new found toy were to ever entertain him again. He moved himself off of her tiny body, opting to lay beside her while the process went on. A feeling akin to sickness washed over him as he drew her towards him; sentiment was revolting but necessary for what he was trying to accomplish. From the time Loki had spent in her mind, he knew nothing quite calmed her like having her thigh rubbed.
His long fingers expertly danced along her skin and he knew the process of repairing the damage was going to be long and tedious. Keeping his place in her mind even without contact to her head, Loki dragged her unconscious form into his arms with no amount of gentleness. In an instant, he and his toy were now situated on his bed. There were no doors to his room and the windows did not open. The last thing the God of Lies wanted was to be caught showing more 'kindness' towards this servant than what had already transpired.
While calmly stitching up the deep gashes he had caused, Loki took the opportunity to see every little bit of information on this mortal possible. Her mouth could spout brave things, but he would love to see her expression as he threw a painful, personal memory in her face.
Instead of digging and clawing his way through, Loki let the information flow freely to him. Only her most recent thoughts and memories would surface. Darcy Lewis came here hoping to learn something, anything. Knowledge was never readily presented to her but she craved it all the same. Although she was far from naive in the ways of sexual relations, she herself had never been taken by a man. Loki was more pleased with this than he should have been. More and more information flooded towards him but the incredibly strong connection within their minds allowed for her exhaustion to seep into his head. Even if the pain hadn't forced her lights out, she would be asleep from the sheer comfort produced by him rubbing her thigh. If she was capable, Loki was sure she'd be purring by now.
Rather than fight the sleep he felt coming on, the god allowed himself to succumb to it. There was nothing this particularly pathetic girl could do to harm him and the process of nursing her mind back to health could be accomplished even without his direct consciousness. As his mind drifted out, Loki could admit he was looking forward to seeing her reaction to waking up next to a monster.