Author's Note: This fanfic has a rating of 'M', so it will get pretty graphic from here on out. Lemons, gore, etc. The next chapter (chapter five) has a lemon. I figured I'd put that warning out there.
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The doctor's noticed her, tools clattered to the floor, and yells of 'guards' and 'please don't hurt us' filled the room. Darcy walked as if on autopilot to the operation table. She felt the bile rise in her throat. They had cut Darius's open from his chest to his stomach and all of his insides were on display, as if they had planned to dissect him. He was strapped down to the table naked with a sheet covering his lower half.
"Oh god." Darcy whispered repeatedly as she swayed on her feet. Her stomach couldn't hold out and she vomited the meager contents of her stomach onto the pristine marble floor. She needed to get out of here, they were going to cut her open and dissect her. She wouldn't leave Darius's body here, she would bury him. He deserved that much. She didn't know where to go, even if she could randomly appear somewhere else. Where would she be safe?
"You came."
Darcy turned around. Darius's blue eyes were open and staring at the ceiling as he spoke through the oxygen mask.
"You're alive?" Darcy asked feeling a mixture of horror and nausea.
"I cannot die in this world. You must make haste…" Darius rasped.
"How do I get us out of here? Where do we go?" Darcy asked frantically holding her non- flaming hands over Darius's open torso; wanting to help him but not knowing how.
"I'm not on fire anymore." Darcy stared at her hands in wonder and joy.
"Room weakens us the longer-stay." Darcy wheezed before coughing.
'Imagine that, S.H.I.E.L.D has managed something the Every father couldn't with his magic draining cells' Darcy thought.
"Don't move!" The voice of the Black Widow boomed from behind Darcy.
"We can't get out of here can we?" Darcy asked in realization.
"Y-yes. The orb." Darius said lifting a finger to point above their heads to a black orb floating around the room.
"I said don't move!" The Black Widow ordered.
"I have to unstrap you." Darcy said ignoring Black Widow as she carefully removed the straps holding her great grandfather down.
"Unhook everything, I shall be fine." Darius said weakly pulling off his oxygen mask.
A warning shot was fired behind her, but Darcy didn't stop until she had unhooked everything from Darius. The machines around them began to make warning sounds from being disconnected.
Darcy felt a hand on her shoulder and froze thinking that the Black Widow had crossed the room that quickly. Just as Darcy was about to turn around she felt lips by her ear and heard a voice that sent a shiver down her spine. Loki.
"Do you wish me to save you and this man, my dainty damsel?" Loki purred seductively. Darcy just shook her head in the affirmative.
"My magic fades; I will need to use yours uninhibited." Loki continued.
Darcy frowned when she felt Loki's palm rest against the small of her back before trailing across her side and to her stomach as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her back flush against him.
"Anything." Darcy groaned at her own stupidity as the God of Mischief smiled against her ear.
A pulling sensation started behind her navel, and Darcy watched as flames rapidly covered her again before dispersing from her in a burst of energy that shattered all of the lights in the room. She felt Loki pull away from her before the sound of gunshots rang out in the air. Just as Darcy tried to duck for cover she felt the lithe form of the God of Lies press against the back of her again, his fingers slid down her arm until his hand was wrapped around hers.
Darcy couldn't understand why she felt so freaking turned on by being basically molested in the dark by a psychopath.
Loki lifted Darcy's hand to the ceiling and rotated his arm and hers in an arc. Another burst of energy poured from Darcy's body this time leaving her to weakly lean all of her weight onto the god behind her as her vision blurred in the darkness.
Something made a loud whining noise and Loki pulled fourth more energy from Darcy's body positioning their arms to aim at another space above them in the darkness. Darcy whimpered as a pain shot up her spine.
"Good girl." Loki said skimming his lips across her cheek.
If she had the energy Darcy would have kicked him in the balls for doing whatever he was doing to her but seeing that she was just barely holding on to consciousness she saved her plan for a later date.
Angry yells, gunfire and loud explosions sounded from outside of the operating room and Darcy briefly wondered if Loki had managed to sneak his alien army in with him.
As Loki forced another burst of energy from her Darcy thought she would die. She couldn't hold onto consciousness any longer. The last sound Darcy heard was of shattering glass.
Loki smirked in satisfaction as the orb that had been draining him and the two Dresleims burst and rained down what felt like shards of glass against his skin.
He quickly lifted the fainted woman against him in his arms to carry her bridal-style as flames engulfed her body fully again. Loki had cloaked the facility in darkness, while using clones of himself to keep the Avengers busy.
"I knew seekers of my great granddaughter's power would come, but I never expected an Asgardian... no, not merely an Asgardian…a Frost giant."
Loki's green eyes quickly locked on the man who had been lying prone on the operation table, he was now eying Loki with disdain. The man's eyes were a fierce blue. Loki sneered at the mention of his true heritage, before quickly covering his sneer with a tight lipped expression. "We must depart. I cannot be seen on Midgard." Loki said authoritatively.
"We?" Darius asked curiously raising a thick eyebrow, before looking down at his open torso. "Well this is problematic." Darius grunted in pain as he tried to sit up, before giving up and lying back down. "I do dislike the drugs they use to subdue me." Darius said shaking his head as his vision swam. "Are you an enemy of S.H.I.E.L.D?" Darius asked giving Loki a hard calculating look, then staring at the woman in his arms fondly.
The God of Lies studied the middle-aged man across from him closely. The Dresleim took on the appearance of the inhabitants of whatever world they graced with their presence. In all of Loki's studies he had never discovered what they truly looked like. He briefly wondered how the woman in his arms would react upon learning that there was a possibility that her Midgardian appearance might be a mask of her true self even with her flames.
Loki frowned in annoyance as thoughts of his own masked appearance began to surface in his mind. "I am an enemy of many including this S.H.I.E.L.D and their band of buffoons." Loki spat, humoring Darcy's relative's question merely because the man might prove of use later.
"So you would not be adverse to my vengeance upon them? Good. Take the queen of my people to the sight of the Stonehenge and guard her with your life." Darius said smiling wickedly. "For I tire of peace, and I fear these mortals have turned me into the monster they've always accused me of being." "I require that agent you so kindly knocked unconscious. I would acquire her myself…" Darius trailed off and Loki took the hint and waved a hand causing the Black Widow's body to float across the room and rest over the legs of Darius prone form.
"What is it you plan to do with her?" Loki asked curious. He could care less what would become of Barton's lover. He was merely interested in what magic the Dresleim might preform.
Darius brought a hand to curl one of Natasha's red strands around his finger. "What shield has done is what will be done to her." "My queen must be taken out of here." Darius eyes never left the face of the red-headed agent.
"You trust me to take her?" Loki asked surprised.
Darius eyed the Frost Giant holding his descendant with a smile on his bearded face. "I recognize madness in you boy, something similar to my own; it rests besides a mischievous nature, and an unappreciated intelligence. You have double-crossed many in your existence, but you will not double-cross me just yet, the bell still hangs over your head." Darius said sagely.
Loki gave the man a look of utter confusion mixed with suspicion. "I am afraid you have lost me with your inane babble, but you need not worry I only wish to court Lady Darcy. What awaits us once we appear at this Stonehenge?" Loki did not take pleasure at being read so easily.
"My informant whom you will know the instant you see her. Can't miss her in a crowd of mortals. She will escort you somewhere hidden from pests. You are aware of our courting rituals boy?"
Loki frowned at being addressed as boy while watching Darius snap his fingers to repair the lights.
"They must see what terror looks like." Darius chuckled as he sat up, his organs dangling out precariously as he lifted the bleeding body of the Black Widow into his lap.
An explosion rocked the room, and Loki knew he could not stay to discover the fate of the agent he would have enjoyed torturing in front of her lover. "I am well versed in the knowledge of your culture." Loki muttered before vanishing holding Darcy's unconscious body possessively.
"I do not doubt that you are." Darius whispered to the empty operation room, tilting the Black Widow's head to expose her neck to him. "As I do not doubt that you will not go to Stonehenge."
When Loki reappeared it was not at the Stonehenge, since Midgardians would react adversely to the sight of a man appearing out of thin air carrying a flaming woman; though he did miss the Midgardian's screams of terror at the sight of him, he wasn't in the mood to deal with any disruptions at the moment, while he contemplated his next course of action.
'Where shall I keep you safe? You would set fire to any Midgardian dwelling I could acquire for us.' Loki thought looking around the old empty stone Midgardian building of worship, eying the wooden benches with a frown. He had been to this- what did Midgardians call it? Ah yes, a church. He had been to this particular church during his last visit to this worthless mud ball, surprised to find what once had been a burial ground for sacrifices to him, had been desecrated for the erection of a place of worship for the Midgardians latest fancy. Loki chuckled. Midgardians were so fickle in their choice of deities, so quick to worship whoever inspired fear in them, or roused their attention with the promise of a golden afterlife. He had seen it all, and it equally amused and disgusted him. Beings so fickle in their attentions deserved to be governed by someone more powerful and capable than their pathetic minds could even fathom. They were sheep to be butchered, used, and herded until their shepherd grew bored with them. Loki curled his lip in disgust when a rat scurried across the dusty stone floors.
"Mmhm." Darcy gave a small moan of what Loki assumed was discomfort causing him to focus his attentions on her.
Loki stared down at Darcy, his face now void of emotions. The God of Mischief wasn't sure what to feel. At first there was the gut retching childlike wonder he felt at having a boyhood desire come to fruition, in the form of the one he had waited for being carried in by his oaf of a brother. To think! Darcy had been living as a Midgardian on Midgard for so long: When he sent the Destroyer to kill his brother, when he brought a mighty army to lay waste to Midgardian cities and assist in enslaving all that he viewed worthy of suffering his rule.
'I could have killed her, and I would have never known.'
The thought caused something deep inside of Loki to tremble and ache, as he paled in realization of what his narrow-minded desire for conquest could have cost him.
Darcy knew she was being carried, and whoever was carrying her had an uncomfortable grip on her arms. She inhaled deeply and moaned in irritation and pleasure as she recognized the scents of leather, rain, and mingle of something spicy and sweet…was that licorice? Darcy knew the moment she opened her eyes she would have to ask the burning question of what exactly the God of Lies wanted from her.
"How can someone so mental smell so good? You could make a killing if you bottled your scent and sold it around the world." Darcy mumbled in irritation while opening her heavy eyelids to stare up at the god holding her, who was looking a little paler than usual. Darcy frowned in concern.
"Are you ok?" Darcy wondered what could have spooked the one person that could give the bogeyman a heart attack. Loki gave her a curious look.
"You are concerned about me?" The God of Mischief sounded a little too pleased for Darcy's taste.
"You may be enemy number one and all, but even I'm not bitch enough to not show appreciation for having my life saved, even if you do have ulterior motives." Darcy broke their eye contact to look for the man who was responsible for having the government on her ass. "Where's Darius?"
"Your way with words are as intriguing as your concern for men you consider enemies." Loki said with a smirk on his lips.
"Well, lately the heroes have been acting like the villains and the villains have been performing random acts of heroics. I'm in the Twilight Zone and I don't know who to trust anymore besides my father, Thor and Jane." Darcy tried to raise a leg to climb down from Loki's hold, since he didn't seem to want to put her down.
"I have known Thor for far longer than you could fathom. What has he done in such a short time to garner your trust?"
Darcy paused in her escape attempts at the tone of Loki's voice. The God of Mischief didn't sound angry or bitter no, he strangely sounded desperate.
"If you put me down I'll tell you." Darcy bargained.
Loki remained quietly holding her for a few more minutes before placing her on her feet before him.
Pacing away from the somber god Darcy narrowly avoided setting a wooden pew on fire. Of all the places the man who was practically Satan incarnate could have holed them up in, he chose a church. If her mother knew the company her daughter had been keeping she would have her exorcised. Darcy smiled at the thought. With her back to Loki she began her explanation of why Thor was so easy to trust.
"When I was a kid I would always get into fights, you know general school hierarchy stuff. Well I got tired of being bullied so I kind of rearranged my tormentors face with a rusty pipe and that landed me in a lot of trouble. I winded up in court for an assault with a deadly weapon charge. Luckily for me my mother was sleeping with the judge's brother and drinking buddies with his wife. Ended up getting three months of community service as my punishment at my local animal shelter."
Loki found himself momentarily amused at the thought of the woman before him as a small child beating someone. Though in her current state of dress she did look quite formidable. The golden armor and dragon hide body suit hugged her body seductively. Loki's attention went back to Darcy's words when she uttered Thor's damnable name again.
"Thor is a lot like a dog."
"At least in that view we are in agreement." Loki said amused.
Darcy spun around to face Loki with her hands on her hips and a glare on her face. "Typical, you totally zoned out on what I was saying, because if you had been listening you would have known that Thor being dog like is a compliment and not an insult."
"Oh this I must hear." Loki said dramatically taking a seat at one of the wooden benches, stretching an arm over the top of the bench while resting the other on his thigh.
Rolling her eyes at the God of Mischief's dramatics Darcy began to pace around the room again.
"Animals are a hell of a lot more honest than humans. We hide our true nature, dogs are open and honest when they dislike you they let you know it, and when they are happy they let you know it. Thor is a lot like a Golden Retriever…you know a breed of dog…he's open and honest about what he feels. I saw the way he looks at you all hopeful. Thor somehow obviously cares about you even after you tried to kick his ass on numerous occasions, which proves that he's loyal. He lives his life with an enthusiasm that's borderline stupid and naïve, and inspiring." Darcy paused to admire the stained glass windows depicting scenes of angels around a baby. "He saw Jane, he liked Jane, and went after her; as simple as that."
Loud laughter filled the empty church and Darcy turned from the stained glass window to look at Loki bewildered.
Clutching his stomach and wiping at his eyes Loki tried to contain his immense amusement at Darcy's reasoning. Sobering in his amusement, Loki addressed the frowning Dresleim with a smile on his face. "You fancy Thor's simplicity, his stupidity and naivety?" Loki stood to his full height and slowly approached Darcy, his jovial smile becoming dark and menacing. "Oh how you would have desired him before he encountered his dearest Jane. His rashness would have been the downfall of all Asgard!"
Darcy didn't back away in fright she held her ground and studied the God of Lies in curiosity, before her eyes widened in realization.
"Are you jealous of Thor?" Darcy asked stupidly. The giant robot, the attack on New York... was a cry for help, an adult sized tantrum. Now he was trying to convince Darcy of Thor's faults. It was odd for some reason Darcy was feeling oddly perceptive.
Loki faltered in his advancing. "That imbecile lacks anything worthy of envy or jealousy." Loki spoke with an icy edge to his voice.
Sighing and shaking her head at the obvious show of denial in front of her, Darcy crossed her arms over her armor covered breast. "I think you need to get laid, all of that pent up anger is not good for you. You've been incarcerated too long." Darcy said in irritation.
The woman's odd way of speak caused Loki again to pause in his rage. "Laid?" Loki asked wanting a translation.
"Oh yeah, I forgot. Let's see what word would they use in Asgard? You need to have sex, make the beast with two backs, bump and grind, get your freak on, go shagging. The last one I threw in because you sound British." Darcy tapped her finger to her chin in thought, while looking at the ceiling. "I would give you the phone number to a couple of slutty girls who pissed me off in college, but seeing as you hate all humans, I can't see that working out. How do you feel about hookers?"
"Have you always been given to random mental flights of fancy?" Loki asked staring at Darcy with a raised eyebrow, his rage all but forgotten as a blush stained his cheeks and a smirk uplifted his lips.
"Yep." Darcy looked back at the tall Asgardian before her, and instantly wished she hadn't brought up the topic of sex. How could she have forgotten Loki's fixation with getting into her panties.
"Is it your belief that time inside of a woman will cure my rage and madness?" Loki asked cupping Darcy's cheek and bringing his face closer to hers, their eyes locking.
"I'm sure sex is good, but it isn't a miracle drug." Darcy laughed nervously. 'Is he going to kiss me!?'
Loki brought his lips to Darcy's ear pressing his cheek against hers. "If that is indeed the case, I will spend the rest of my existence between your thighs fucking my madness away." Loki pulled Darcy's flame covered body flush against him, keeping his head ducked low to whisper in her ear. He normally would not have used such crude language in courtship, but there was something about Darcy that brought out the crudeness and crassness in him.
Darcy groaned as moisture began to pool in her panties from his words. 'Why is he such a turn on? And why can't I pull away?"
"Do not doubt my want of you lovely Darcy. I have seen you bare, you were built to please and be pleased, and I wish to please you." Loki trailed kisses down Darcy's throat causing her to moan and shiver against him in shameful pleasure.
"We don't even know each other." Darcy rasped out pushing her hands against Loki's solid chest. "And we are in a church."
Smiling against Darcy's collar bone Loki gently nipped her. "You wish to know me first?"
"I don't do one night stands." 'Anymore' Darcy gasped as Loki rested a hand on her armored hip. Coldness seemed to radiate from his hand that traveled through the material, and Darcy had to grip Loki's odd leather armor to keep from falling to her knees from the pleasure that traveled through her body.
"Please." Darcy begged, not really sure what she was begging for. Part of her was frightened another part angry, and the other turned on.
"Your flames do not harm me. They are merely magic in pure form. In this way I shall be the only one to ever touch you." Loki kissed her cheek, causing Darcy's eyes to flutter closed.
"You should really consider changing your name to, Loki god of Lies, Mischief and Seduction." Darcy mumbled.
"Unhand her!" Darcy's eyes widened at the sight of Darius fully healed and dressed in his weird magician costume. Darius's raspy voice boomed through the church making Darcy feel like a kid caught in the cookie jar, even though it was Loki on the receiving end of her great-grandfather's ire.