"W-ha, how are you ok?" Darcy asked in shock, remembering her great-grandfather lying cut open on an operation table.
Loki slowly and sensuously slid his hand from her hip, up her side, simultaneously giving her a devious look, before pulling away and turning to face the middle-age man who dared to issue him an order.
"This dearest, is why we stay away from sorcerers and questionable Frost Giants." Darius marched across the room like a general ready to go to war as he stood just an inch under Loki's impressive height. "Do not look so sour, I knew you would not go directly to Stonehenge."
"You wish to challenge me?" Loki asked dangerously.
"Hey! If anyone's challenging my Psycho great-grandfather it's me." Darcy yelled, walking to stand between the two tall men with Loki at her back.
"You ruined my life, change me back." Darcy demanded.
Darius looked down at his great granddaughter regretfully. "What is it that you wish to go back to? Enemies have already been made and unlikely allies formed." Darius glanced at Loki over Darcy's head, which didn't go unnoticed by her.
"I'm not a villain and you are not making me one. I'm going home." Darcy made to move from between the two and Loki wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her to rest against him.
"Let me go jackass!" Darcy struggled against Loki's abnormally strong hold.
"My dearest I do not enjoy the fact that this boy gifted the title of God of Lies and Mischief will prove to be more trustworthy than even myself. He has informed me of his intentions to court you under the ways of my people. Though you were born on this planet and raised human Darcy the queen gene has been activated in you, and I am afraid you cannot pretend to be anything else than what you are now Dresleim." Darius sighed as if tired. "There are dark forces in the universe, far more wicked than the God of Mischief could ever hope to be, and they will see your light like a beacon and they will come, wanting what he wants from you." Darius stared at Darcy sadly. "I can see into hearts dearest, and he might be the lesser of the evil suitors that will come."
"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Darcy said in disbelief and horror. "You mutate me, kidnap me, and now you're trying to force me into dating the man who tried to destroy my world?" "I'd rather take my chances on whatever might come for me." Darcy bit out enraged, feeling Loki tense behind her but not caring. The nerve of them! They act like the Women's Right Movement never happened. Bunch of barbaric, knuckle dragging, sexist cavemen. Darcy felt her flames lashing out wildly around her, she wanted to hurt someone, but knew the bastards around her were immune to the blow torch that she had become. Darcy's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as a thought occurred to her. Why wasn't her great-grandfather covered in flames.
"You know how to stop this don't you? Why aren't you covered in flames?" Darcy asked in accusation.
Darius smiled sadly as his eyes took on a faraway look. "I have shared myself, and my flame rests with my dearest Yvette, the sorceress of my heart."
"Why does everything have to be a riddle with you two?" Darcy asked annoyed. "And you! Let me go, now." Darcy growled out as she struggled free of Loki's hold. "You two don't even know each other and you share the goal of making my life a living hell." Darcy backed away from them both. Darcy glared at the two men before her with all of the hatred she could muster. "Darius, you may be my great-grandfather but turning me into this was a shitty move." Darcy waved her hands over herself angrily. "I left Jane and all of the crazy shit that seemed to follow her behind, to live a semi-normal life. I don't need this." Not looking where she was going, Darcy backed into one of the wooden pew's falling backwards over it, while simultaneously catching it on fire.
"Fucking ouch." Darcy grumbled, stupidly gathering herself and trying to put the spreading flames out with her hands, which ended in her lighting more of the benches ablaze. Loki moved to help her with a sympathetic look on his face that Darcy would have balked at any other time had she not been such a mess.
The church was burning and it was all her fault.
Sitting crumpled on the floor Darcy stared helplessly at her hands, not knowing rather to scream or to cry. She just knew she wanted to be anywhere but there. She wanted to be alone with loud music blaring in her ears.
Waving a hand, Loki caused a cold wind to sweep through the room, putting out the flames.
"You will never believe that I am innocent in this. I did not know you possessed the gene of royalty my child." Darius walked past Loki and stood above Darcy. "You must rise. I have been gone far too long from my world, but I have not forgotten what is expected of its queen. What is done is done. You can never go back, nor should you desire to do so. This form is not the true image of our people. Share yourself with and take on their image completely; thus diminishing the flames." Darius knelt down to rest a hand against Darcy's cheek.
"What kind of great-grandfather are you? Telling me to go and get laid?" Darcy groaned and shoved Darius's hand away, burying her face in her hands.
"Dresleim can you not see the truths behind my façade?" Loki asked Darius quietly.
"Yes, I can." Darius answered, while keeping his eyes on his great-granddaughter.
"Why do you persist that your descendant, allow me to have her? Surely you can find men more worthy than I? I am a monster… a trickster, a liar." Loki sounded as tired as Darius looked.
Darcy pulled her hands away from her face. 'Does he honestly see himself as a monster?' Darcy wondered. 'Though he should, after what he did to New York.' Darcy stared at Loki, and she could see the self-loathing and anguish that seemed to nest inside of him…and sadness. Images and memories that didn't belong to her flashed across her mind, feeding her the story of a destroyed man.
Darcy gasped at the foreign feelings pouring through her. There was so much despair in the God of Mischief, a tear slide down her face. 'What's happening to me?' Darcy wondered.
Darius sighed before standing. "Humanity is filled with a grave amount of strong emotions. That is why my people…our people came here. The hearts of humans called out to us, across the stars, so loud we began to feel what they felt. We developed an urge to devour their sorrows, hatred, and anger to free ourselves of those things." "If you do not share yourself while the flames have you, dearest child of mine, you will begin to feel all that every human on this planet feels. Darcy you will lose sight of where your own emotions end and other's begin. Feed on the one who offers himself before you, or madness may grip you." Darius closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.
Darius began to speak again, but Darcy tuned him out.
"Please." Darcy begged.
Loki swallowed at the anguished look on Darcy's face. His heart leap at the thought that she was begging him to take her finally, that she didn't care that he was a monster. Loki licked his suddenly dry lips in anticipation. Everything and everyone around him seemed to fade away and there was only him and the woman who he burned for, as she shakily stood.
"What will you have of me, my lady Darcy?" Loki asked approaching Darcy. He smoothly grabbed her flame covered hand and placed a kiss atop of it. His growing smile became a frown when Darcy's eyes began to shed more tears.
Loki placed a hand against Darcy's cheek, furrowing his brows in confusion. "What causes such sorrow?"
"You."
Loki felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart, he dropped Darcy's hand and began to back away. 'She cannot desire a monster.' Loki thought brokenly.
Darcy watched Loki withdraw away from her. She took a step towards him and continued until he could no longer back away from her, as his back rested against one of the beams supporting the roof of the church.
"Fuck dude, you've had a really shitty life. It's no wonder you've been such a d-bag to everyone." Darcy sobbed. "I thought my life was royally fucked, but damn." Darcy wrapped her arms around the tense God of Lies.
In what felt like the thousandth time that week Darcy bawled her eyes out, and screamed into the snot covered Asgardian armor of the God of Mischief. She knew her life was totally Twilight Zone level fucked, because she was no longer crying for the unfairness of the crap that has happened to her, she was crying for the villain, the lied to child who grew up into a raging maniac.
Darius stared at the scene of his great-granddaughter holding onto the man who would, no-doubt fill the role that he was destined for in the tales of his people. An uncomfortable feeling settled in his gut as he thought of the lies he had meshed with truth to his great-granddaughter. There was another way to rid Darcy of the flames, but he was much too selfish for that. Darius would use the two before him to avenge his Yvette, and complete the mission he had refused to so long ago. His first place of business was to be Stonehenge. He would come back for the two pawns in his game at a later time. Darius vanished in a swirl of blue light, satisfied with the way his great-granddaughter clung to the Jotun.
"D-do you weep for me?" Loki asked, chuckling darkly. "Do not waste your tears dearest Darcy." Loki stared at the ceiling sadly.
"You're broken." Darcy said between breaths, as a memory of falling from the Bifrost and into the cold hands of a power so dark it remade her on contact; except it really wasn't her it was Loki, and he had been in so much pain.
Loki pulled Darcy's arms from around him and held her at arms length away from him.
Darcy watched the God of Lies try to fight the vulnerability showing on his face, and fail miserably. It was like, she was losing control of herself all over again as she reached a hand up to rest against the cheek of Earth's greatest villain. She needed to make him better; she would do anything to stop the pain.
"It would seem that Dresleims possess the abilities of empathy and mind reading." Loki said swallowing.
"W-what would it take to make you happy?" Darcy pleaded, even though she knew the answer after watching the God of Lies memories fly into her mind on auto-download. His pirate looking, eye-patch wearing father raised him on the lie that he would be a king someday. Darcy knew that at that moment whatever he asked for she would try to give him.
"Darcy…you do not ask such a question to a man starved of his greatest desires. If I am to believe the words of your great-grandfather than what you are feeling is unnatural, I will not have you like this. You must go, for I shall prove far nobler in this moment than any others to come." The magical guise of a well put together man vanished from Loki, to reveal his long and wavy unkempt hair, and dark sunken in eyes. Loki's face now appeared more hollow and sunken. His armor was replaced by a bloodstained white top and dark leather pants, his feet bare.
The God of Mischief clutched Darcy's shoulder's painfully tight as he tilted his head down to her level, bringing his face as close as possible to hers, while maintaining eye contact.
"I am darkness, madness, mischief, and deceit. I am wicked, and a monster. I am destruction and peril and no one shall be spared in my path!" Loki spat madly, as his eyes wildly searched hers. "I am a selfish man, and nothing I do is without benefit to me. I offer you to be free of me." Loki shook Darcy wanting to break her of the pity he could so clearly see in her sparkling blue eyes. "Allow me more than a glimpse of the power I have longed for and you shall lose all claims to freedom." Loki whispered in desperation, trembling with contained emotion as he dropped his hands from Darcy's shoulders and turned his back to her.
Darcy stared wide-eyed and fearful at Loki as his fist tightened at his side and his skin took on a dark shade of blue. 'He let me go.' Darcy thought in disbelief 'After all of the trouble he had gone through, here she stood a meal ticket to his sickest fantasies and he would let her walk away.' Darcy shook her head trying to rid herself of the stupid emotions of sympathy and pity welling up in her. 'He's the God of Lies and Mischief for crying out loud! This could be some kind of sick mind-fuck.' Darcy bit her lip. 'It has to be, why else would I feel like helping him?'
"Run!" Loki screamed, causing Darcy to jump in fright at the rage in his voice. He still had his back to her. Loki stood breathing hard and trembling... and blue.
Darcy had always been known for her boldness that bordered on stupidity and a lack of self-preservation. When people told her no, or to not do something because it was dangerous or bad for her, she had always done the complete opposite, because she wanted to know why she shouldn't.
She took a step.
As a child she had to learn everything the hard way, because the easy way was boring. When everyone at Murphy's Animal Shelter told her to stay away from Teeth, a vicious mixed breed dog with a penchant for snarling and biting anyone who approached, she hadn't listened. Three months later Darcy had become the only one Teeth didn't greet with a bite or a growl.
The obviously crying god wasn't a dog, and he was hell bent on ruling something even if it meant her.
With each step she took Darcy knew that she was on the cliff of screwed and was about to jump into the ocean of totally fucked. 'It's not like I've never had sex before, and this isn't for him, it's for me. I'll get to be normal flame-free Darcy again'. Darcy repeated the lie, until she had convinced herself of its truth. 'Thor and Jane will come and save me, and Loki will go back to his luxury cell. I'll go into god level witness protection and all will end well. Yep, this isn't stupid and I won't regret it.'
Allow me more than a glimpse of the power I have longed for and you shall lose all claims to freedom. The possessive words repeated in Darcy's mind causing her to falter in her steps. 'It's just sex.'
Loki tensed and inhaled deeply the moment Darcy hesitantly placed a hand on his back.
Darcy left Jane and her exciting life to attempt a life of semi-normalcy, the kind of life her father had always wanted for her, and now she stood in a church about to give herself to a devil to be free of her flaming hell.
"I'm sorry for the shitty life you had." Darcy closed her eyes and swallowed. "I'm sorry that you feel worthless, and that you need an entire kingdom to rule to feel better about yourself. I can't give you power, or whatever it is you think I can." Darcy's hands began to tremble with her nerves. "It's kind of hard to hate your guts when I feel what it feels like to be you. You need a shitload of hugs, but I think I'm the only one on this planet willing to touch you…What I'm trying to say is…Hey this is kind of hard, talking to your back can you at least turn around?" Darcy said blushing and staring at her feet, bringing her hands to her sides as Loki turned around to face her. She glanced up and her heart raced as Loki's green eyes locked with hers, the quiet before a storm; she looked back down again.
"I need to get laid, and I'll barbeque all of the guys in my black book of booty calls. Fuck it." Gathering her nerves and bravery Darcy looked up at Loki's lips before closing her eyes and standing on her tip toes and placing her lips against his. Darcy moaned from the taste alone: licorice, nutmeg, cinnamon, and something wonderfully sweet.
The God of Mischief did not move, causing Darcy to pull away and open her eyes to look at him. The red of Loki's eyes burned brightly, but his face was a stoic mask.
"You would have a monster? A villain that tried to rule this world you cherish so much?" Loki's voice seemed weak with all of the emotions raging inside him. "I am Jotun."
And there were all of those feelings of self-loathing pouring from Loki right into her heart. Darcy brought a hand to Loki's face, tracing the rising marks of his blue flesh. "Why do I get the feeling that both of us are going to need therapy sooner than later?" Darcy chuckled weakly as her eyes began to water again.
She wanted to scream at fate for putting her in the position of healing a broken god, because that is what this would be: Darcy trying to put back some of the pieces of a psycho's heart with her body and a one night stand. She knew from the moment she experienced his existence through memories that she wouldn't be able to walk away. They both needed some relief. They both needed to feel anything but what they felt now.
'Someone better give me some type of humanitarian medal of honor or something.' Darcy thought, as she stood on her tip toes and used her hand to bend Loki's head down towards her. She pressed her lips against the coldness of Loki's forehead, then wrapped her arms around him and laid her head against his chest in a gesture of tenderness that felt misplaced somehow. "You know how to hug don't you?" Darcy asked using her hands to pull the quiet god's arms around her, before placing her arms back around him. His lack of words was starting to worry her.
"If you've changed your mind about having sex with me…" Darcy didn't get to finish, as Loki created just enough space between them to crash his lips against hers.
Everything seemed to happen so fast.
The Flames covering Darcy expanded, catching all of the pews on fire.
Darcy's clothing and armor vanished, and Loki eased their bodies to the stone floor. Her flames engulfed both of them. The God of Lies hovered over her with a leg on either side of her thighs. Darcy's breath hitched when Loki's clothes vanished. She greedily trailed her eyes down his body from head to toe.
"I can change back to a more pleasing appearance." Loki's voice was husky with want, but Darcy noticed the uncertainty in his red eyes.
Darcy raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Y-you're the self-conscious one here? You're freaking built like a god…maybe that's because you are a god…but that's not the point. I am all soft and average."
Now it was Loki's turn to stare down at her with disbelief. "You are far from average."
Blushing, Darcy studied Loki's markings on his chest, before brushing her fingers along them and following the intricate patterns of dots and circles. "You know not all of us chicks are the same, you can't go around just assuming that all women would find you unattractive when you look like a Smurf." Darcy smirked. "I have a kinky streak and if you want to know just how turned on I am all you have to do is look down." Darcy said boldly, feeling more turned on than she thought she would.
Loki eyes trailed Darcy's body, stopping at the juncture between her thighs curiously.
"May I?" Loki asked swallowing, as he rested his hand atop the curly hair of Darcy's womanhood.
'Who would have thought the man who tried to take over her world would have bedroom manners?' Darcy thought amused. Darcy sat up, leaving her legs wide open as she grabbed Loki's hand and guided his long fingers to her opening before letting go. Loki touched the wet lips of her sex before plunging two fingers inside of her.
Darcy moaned wantonly and fell back down against the stone floor.
Loki closed his eyes and moaned from the feel of her warm and wet walls around his fingers as he thrust his long digits in and out of her repeatedly.
"You are wet." Loki groaned out.
Moaning uncontrollably Darcy tried to respond by saying "No shit Sherlock", but she was left speechless when Loki brought his lips to hers and kissed her. Loki trailed kisses all over Darcy's face before stopping next to her ear. "You are the most beautiful being in existence I have ever laid eyes upon my Darcy."
Darcy wanted to warn Loki against possessiveness since this was just a one time thing, but yet again he took away her power of speech. Loki thrust his wet and cold tongue into her ear while simultaneously thrusting his penis inside of her.
If she were to die now she'd die a very happy woman. Never in all of her adventures in sex land had she been filled so fully, and the way he moved his hips!
The church burned around them and Loki devoured Darcy like a man starved of the pleasures of flesh, pulling out and entering her roughly. Loki continued thrusting through Darcy's orgasms, changing the positions of their bodies whenever he came.
Darcy screamed in pleasure until her throat felt raw, as she was taken in more positions than she knew existed. Her body tingled from the friction. She sat atop the God of Mischief riding him cowgirl style as he squeezed her ample breast and played with her nipples.
"Loki!" Darcy cried out when an intense orgasm struck her. The sensations were too much, she felt like she was about to pass out. Loki flipped them over placing Darcy beneath him. Darcy marveled at the fact that no matter what position they changed to Loki's penis never left from inside of her.
"What was I born for?" Loki asked breathless, while not stopping his brutal pace.
Darcy stared into the red eyes of the god above her with half-lidded eyes noting the desperation and wildness in the eyes that stared down at her.
"No more." Darcy moaned when Loki began to move even faster.
"What. Was. I. Born. For?" Loki ground out, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust of his hips.
"Y-you were born to be King!" Darcy arched off the ground screaming as another orgasm was forced out of her.
Loki laughed madly. The red of his eyes seemed to get brighter with his manic glee. "Yes! And all of Asgard will be made to kneel before me." Loki brought a hand to Darcy's cheek and his eyes softened as he stared down at her tired eyes with a look of fondness on his face. "No one else will ever have you like this." Loki vowed, kissing her.
Darcy couldn't hold onto consciousness anymore, so she welcomed the darkness that claimed her senses from the all-consuming pleasure and pain.
Daughter of Dresleim, mother of light, benevolent queen, this world rests in peril. The ether will be taken by the viewer of stars. Darkness will ruin the tree. The despair will be great and Dresleim will descend into madness. May these prayers find throne upon your ears mother.