Chapter 3 – Reading with Loki
Darcy watched Frigga sweep Thor and Sif away. She was stunned at how nice Thor was being to her after being such a dick earlier.
She felt so much better following those two readings with Thor. Calmer and more settled, looking forward to the final reading. Shame it wasn't going to be with Thor and Loki, listening to her gut though, she didn't trust Thor. As nice as he had just being she couldn't shake the feeling, there was more going on between the brothers, specifically concerning her.
"Darcy, Loki, could you turn to Act 3, scene 2 please"
Walking back towards Odin, brushing away her thoughts, Darcy rustled through her script to locate the start of the scene. She moved to Loki's side, feeling nervous but excited to be reading with him, alone. Lifting her head she flashed a winning smile at him hoping to impress, but she was met with a sour, icy glare.
Mood plummeting, she turned back to the script. Confusion ripping apart her stomach, why was he so mad at her? For the first time that evening she didn't want to be there. The show was 4 months away and this brother's behaviour was painfully erratic.
"When you are both ready I want Loki to romance you Darcy, he yearns for you but you think he is your sister's husband. You try to stay away from him but his words move you and you physically struggle with your conscience. Ready?"
Both nodding, Darcy glanced back to his countenance, still horribly stormy.
Feeling wretched, Loki glowered throughout her first stuttered soliloquy. Thor had actually been kind to her earlier even though he was clearly a dick. But here was Loki, beauty personified, only moments before gazing into her soul but now seemingly repulsed by her. After barely sharing a dozen words, how could he be so cruel so fast?
Loki launched into his soliloquy where his character started to woo in earnest. The hard lines of his features began to soften with each verse he spoke.
"Are you a god? would you create me new?
Transform me, then, and to your power I'll yield."
Loki kneeled, gently taking Darcy's hand, pulling her down towards him. Doe-like eyes gazed up, pupil's enlarging, speech low, vibrating through her. She leaned in, so close to his slender frame.
Caught up in his soft words she missed her cue. Loki nudged her, pointing to the script.
"Oops, sorry" Embarrassment flushing her cheeks.
Loki smirked as Darcy rose and spoke her next line. Unwittingly feeling the same as the character, affected and distracted by the sweet words attributed to her.
Darcy stepped back on each line as Luciana might, ashamed by the compliments Loki delivered, taking a step closer in turn.
Loki hooked an arm, finally catching her. Swinging the brunette into an embrace, his arms wrapped around voluptuous curves. Her back curved into his chest, touching his cheek to hers.
"Sweet love, I'd rather close my eyes than look at darkness." Desire dripped from his voice.
Darcy struggled to read her next line, believing Loki could feel her heart beating wildly. Catching her breath, she smelt sandalwood and vanilla. Feeling heady she pushed away, delivering breathlessly the last line before exiting stage left. Flushed she looked to Odin, hoping that he wouldn't ask them to redo the scene.
Odin however, was in a hushed conversation with Frigga. She must have snuck back to watch the scene with Loki. Speaking of which, where had he gone?
Confused and horny, she sat on a stool next to the main door and pulled herself back together, feeling completely laid bare at the experience. She waited for Odin and Frigga to finish their conversation. Loki had gone from contempt to hot as hell, and then abandoned her. What the fuck was going on with him?
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Loki scowled at Darcy during the beginning of her soliloquy. Disappointed and angry that she could fall for Thor's infantile behaviour. He had hoped after that intense moment in the kitchen that she would see through his brother's façade.
The petite brunette flashed a beautiful smile as she began, lighting up her whole face. Deep blue eyes sparkled and the anger he felt wavered.
He was determined to ramp up the sexual tension by the end of her speech. Loki knew this play completely and this was the perfect scene.
His father was watching them with more interest than he had shown with her other readings. Damn! Odin only perked up when a decision had been made. He was going to cast Darcy as Luciana. Damn again! He was auditioning for Antipholus of Ephesus not Syracuse. It was the bigger part and he was going to get it this time, not Thor. But, he needed to be this Antipholus. He had to play opposite this staggeringly beautiful woman.
"Are you a god? would you create me new?
Transform me, then, and to your power I'll yield."
Loki kneeled, pulling Darcy towards him. She came easily, her eyes seemingly lost in the moment.
Acutely aware that he had caused her to miss the next line, he gently nudged her back into life, reluctantly. He was enjoying the eye contact immensely. Smirking at her as she stood, clearly flustered and moving away from him, he reached towards her.
Uttering his line, he hooked Darcy's arm and swung her into his embrace, wrapping her up completely. Pressing his face into hers he spoke again.
"Sweet love, I'd rather close my eyes than look at darkness."
He longed to kiss her, his mouth a mere inch from her soft plump red lips. Her body curved back into his, moulding together, igniting his desire. The scent of her hair intoxicating his senses.
Darcy pulled away abruptly. Finishing the scene without touching again. She exited stage left and Loki excused himself immediately. His mother was already in deep conversation with Dad, they wouldn't notice him leaving.
Running to the bathroom, he closed the door sharply behind him. He ran the cold tap, splashing handfuls of water over his burning face, cooling his ardour. Darcy's touch had had an enormous physical effect on him. He couldn't have any member of the Company seeing the evidence.
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Frigga moved the swaggering Thor and slightly agitated Sif into the Wardrobe room. She knew what was going on with her sons. She loved them immensely but Thor always wanted what Loki had, he could never leave his little brother alone. She knew they loved one another but the constant fighting grated.
"There are boxes on the top shelves up there. Please could you get them all down? I need the box with wigs in. When you find it can you sort them out into colour and length piles please? We are going to need a few matching ones for this play."
Loitering in the doorway she watched Thor and Sif get on with the assigned task, grumbling quietly to themselves. Slipping away, Frigga headed back to watch Darcy's final audition. Intrigued to see the level of chemistry between her lonely, brooding son and the pretty newcomer.
Arriving as Loki kneeled to Darcy, Frigga quietly sat in the armchair in a far corner.
"Are you a god? would you create me new?
Transform me, then, and to your power I'll yield."
Darcy was clearly lost in the part and probably in Loki too. Their eye contact was intense. Radiating wonderfully the impression that Antipholus was spellbound by Luciana, momentarily tempting her.
This was perfect, exactly the level of attraction she hoped for.
Quietly rising out of the chair she stole over to her husband. Placing a hand gently on his knee, making Odin aware of her presence. He turned eagerly towards his spouse. Raising his eyebrows he nodded his head sideways towards Loki and Darcy. Frigga bobbed her head in agreement, smiling widely.
"Sweet love, I'd rather close my eyes than look at darkness."
They watched the young players entwined on the stage, the magnetism palpable.
"You must cast them together Odin, you must!" Frigga whispered into her husband's ear.
"She is very new to this my love, there's quite a lot of lines to learn for Luciana. She would be better suited as the Courtesan, get her gently introduced." Odin gently countered.
"No Odin! She needs to be opposite Loki, look at their chemistry. I am certain he can help her with lines but she's obviously familiar with the play." Frigga insisted.
"If you think she will manage, then yes, I think that will be fine" Odin agreed.
A flustered Loki dashed off leaving Darcy alone in the hall with them. The corners of Frigga's mouth turned up in amusement at her son. Darcy sat heavily onto a stool looking completely wrecked. Frigga peered a little further and saw confusion and desire flash across her face. Apparently Darcy wore her emotions on her sleeve. Yes, she would be good for Loki.
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