The Darcy Lewis Story

Author: daxcat79

Rating: R

Pairing: Loki/Darcy, Tony/Pepper, Thor/Jane

Genre: Drama, Humor, Romance

Warnings: Non-Explicit Sexual Content

Summary: We've heard the stories of superheroes and assassins, but no one really knows Darcy's story… until now.

A/N (1): So there were a couple questions and reviews I wanted to go ahead and answer now (as best I can anyway!) lol Thanks to CrossoverAUman, QuestSeeker, and the others that are reviewing for this story! I really appreciate the feedback and encouragement!

katdemon1895: I agree with everything you said about SHIELD keeping a watchful eye on Loki, and no worries, it didn't escape my notice. Look for more info in later chapters! ;)

Kyrie Twilight: I never actually stated how old Darcy's mother was when she 'hooked up' with Tony. In my head she was a teenager, but still at least eighteen, so just really a young adult. There will be more reveal about Darcy's birth mother, however I can tell you that I think it's totally possible for a twenty-something year old Tony Stark to sleep with a regular person if she's attractive. I could see him check out a hot waitress and decide she's worth his time, but that's just my opinion. I will shed SOME light on how they met and their background, but it won't truly be flushed out until later chapters.

A/N (2): This chapter is where all the 'real' plot comes to play and hopefully you like it. If you have any questions/concerns don't hesitate to let me know what's on your mind guys! I love the reviews!

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but I enjoy borrowing them.

Part Five "Here Comes The Plot"

My mother used to say that the best kind of love was like getting hit by a brick. It was often sudden and painful, but once you recovered at least you have a brick for your troubles. Yeah… I never knew what it meant either, but when she'd say it I'd just nod and smile. Dad would shake his head in amusement. I don't think he got it either. I can't see how having a brick would be worth getting hit in the head, unless of course, you were a bricklayer. And even if you were a bricklayer, I think I'd be a bit pissed off that I'd just been hit by a friggin' brick! And who the hell would throw a brick at someone? Who would do something like that? A brick to the head could cause brain damage I'm sure! If that's what love is than jeez, maybe it's best I've never really experienced it before! But then I met Loki… and you know what… suddenly it all made sense. I can't explain it, and I wouldn't want to try… but I totally bgot/b it, and that's all that really matters I guess.

I woke up to the sound of glass breaking. I had my taser out in seconds, ready to attack someone who didn't even exist. No one was breaking in, but my window was broken and there was a weird glowing blue crystal on my bedroom floor. This kind of shit iwould/i happen to me. "What the hell?!"

Now I'd seen some peculiar shit in my day. I'm friends with the god of thunder. I'm the daughter of Iron Man (which he still doesn't know about). Don't even get me started on this unusual friendship I've developed with Loki. Finding a glowing rock on my bedroom floor isn't enough to freak me out anymore. I could feel the energy pulsing from it, calling to me as if it was meant for me. There's nothing to describe it really. It was like a heartbeat, but as loud as the sound of drums. It was beating in time with my pulse, and it glowed so bright the closer I got. I reached out hesitantly, but I couldn't resist it. I couldn't shake this feeling like it was mine. It iwas/i mine. This strange rock on my bedroom floor… calling to me like a gift. My hands touched the glowing rock and it shines so bright I had to look away… and then everything stopped. No more heartbeat. It was as silent. It's glow faded. Was it possible I was seeing things? I stared at it for a long time waiting for something else to happen, but it just seemed like a lost cause. My phone was the only thing that shook me from my dazed state. It was Jane… and she was totally freaking out. I decided not to tell her about the glowing rock just yet. She had her own problems to deal with.

"You wanna run that by me again?"

"The Bifrost! It opened up over New York! You didn't see it?! Everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D. has been flipping out! Thor's been asked to contact Odin and find out how they managed to make a new Einstein-Rosen Bridge! Thor believes they used the Tesseract somehow, but I have tons of data I need to go over, and I need you to start working on cataloguing all this! It's a lot to make sense out of, not to mention the fact that-"

"Whoa! Hold your horses science lady! It's really early in the morning and my brain doesn't work like yours does. So… Odin opened the bridge?"

"We are uncertain."

I turn my head to see Thor standing at the door. He glances at Jane for a moment before turning back to Darcy. "I am to return home to see what has happened. Something was sent through the Bifrost… a blue jewel of great power. Doctor Banner and Stark are working on a way of locating it now."

That gets my attention. Blue jewel… sent through the Bifrost… oh shit. My hand reaches into my bag and I pull out what I'm sure everyone has been looking for. "You mean this?"

Jane looks completely lost, which is a first. She's staring at it like she doesn't know whether to run over and grab it or get the hell away from it. Thor goes pale, and his eyes get really wide. After seeing how he reacts I'm starting to think I never should have touched the glowing rock. It probably wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done. Thor points to it, but keeps a healthy distance. I wonder if it's radioactive. I'm probably gonna die now. It's Monday too… I iwould/i die on a Monday. "Where did you find this?"

I glance at the jewel that is probably killing me with each second that I hold it. "Ummm… it broke my bedroom window. I decided to bring it in to show Doctor Banner or Tony in case it was important. Am I dying? Please tell me this thing isn't radioactive. It was glowing like crazy until I touched it!"

Thor shook his head, eyes never leaving the jewel. "This morning Loki grew very sick. His injuries are not healing as they should and the Doctor is worried he has developed an infection. That jewel is from Loki's staff, Darcy. It is the source of his power."

My eyes light up at that. "Do you think it could help Loki?"

Thor doesn't look pleased. In fact, he looks grim… almost horrified. "Darcy… I need you to sit down."

It's never good when someone tells you that. I know instantly that something really bad is happening and my smile fades. I look down at the jewel in confusion and back towards a stool nearby. Jane still looks confused. Sitting down sounds like an excellent idea and I do so without complaint or question. "Thor… what's going on? Why would Odin send the jewel to Darcy?" Jane asks and her voice is a little shaky.

Thor refuses to look either of us in the eye. That's also a bad sign. Maybe I am dying. I hate Odin. I really, really hate him. Finally Thor kneels before me, and drops his hands to my shoulders as if he's trying to hold me together because I could shatter at any moment. "Loki is of Asgard, but as I have told you his true parentage is Jotunn. He is a Frost Giant, and in some ways very different from my race. He is especially different when it comes to his… biology."

It's too early in the morning for a biology lesson, but I have a feeling it could be the meaning of life or death for me, so I try my best to keep up. "I don't understand what that has to do with the jewel."

"I am getting to that, Darcy… please be patient." Thor licks his lips, finally holding my gaze, and there is pity in his eyes, and hope. Pity and hope? "A Jotunn mates for life. Usually, their mates are chosen for them. Those who are truly worthy are saved for the strong to ensure the offspring will be sturdy and equally superior. Loki's father broke the confides of his bond to mate with another… and Loki was the result… a runt. Loki was abandoned and thought weak. When a Frost Giant has chosen a mate there is a ceremony. None of my people have ever witnessed this event, save my father. A special bond is created between mates that cannot be undone. It seems… it was Odin's intention to create this mating bond using the jewel from Loki's staff. It cannot save him now… only you can."

It was a lot of information to get at one time, and I'm pretty sure I didn't really understand most of it. My chest feels tight and my mouth is dry. Jane looks positively ill. "Are you telling me your father sent this to me on purpose?"

Thor winces, and turns away. "It would seem so. Everything the All Father does has a purpose, Darcy. You must understand that. He saw something in you. You don't even realize it yourself, but I have known Loki a very long time. He favors you. If my father sent the jewel of Loki to you, it was because he felt you were his last hope. Perhaps it was his will that you influence Loki in much the same way as Jane has changed me. I was not… kind before my banishment to Midgard. I dreamt of war and chaos as Loki did… for my own glory. When I was banished… I had single-handedly declared war on the Frost Giants. So you see, Darcy… Loki and I are very much the same. He can be saved and redeemed as I was! I beg of you… please understand the gift you have been given!"

I didn't. I didn't understand. I had absolutely no idea. What did Thor want from me? What did he want me to do? "Thor… what are Odin's plans for me? What does he want from me? What could I possibly do to help Loki?" I know any moment I'm going to have a panic attack, because it's bad. This thing isn't going to kill me, but I'm pretty sure I'll wish it had.

Thor closes his eyes and runs a hand through his long locks of hair. "You are to be Loki's betrothed. Your fate is sealed. Loki's powers are yours to command. You are the only one who can save him now. Loki Odinson must mate, and be bonded to you for eternity. Once your bond is fully sealed his powers will be restored."

The jewel falls from my hands and hits the floor, but it doesn't shatter. In fact, I don't even hear it fall really. I can't breathe. The walls are closing in and I can't even breathe.

It's all a dream. I'm sure of it… because there is no way Odin's forcing me to live an episode of Star Trek. Loki isn't Spock, and I'm not the person who's gonna cure his seven year itch... not that it's really a fuck or die situation, but it's close enough! I refuse to even think about it. It's insane. It's unbelievably wrong. I'm not in love with Loki. Loki's not in love with me. I've just barely begun to tolerate him as more than a thorn in my side! Odin is a sick, SICK man. He needs to stop fucking with people's lives. When I open my eyes I realize Thor is holding me and brushing the hair from my eyes. Jane is boiling red with barely contained rage. "We're talking to Fury about this! How could your father even do this?! There must be a way to reverse this, Thor! Look at her! She's having a panic attack! Odin can't possibly think we'd just go along with this! How dare he!"

"Jane please! This helps no one! This decision is Darcy's alone," argues Thor even as he tries his best to keep me breathing and calm.

I realize I'm losing it. The full weight of what Thor's told me is hitting me hard, and I'm in agony just to fill my lungs with oxygen. Why me? Why would Odin possibly think I could help? I'm just a silly mortal! I'm a Midgardian… and he's supposed to be a god, but does that give him the right to play with my life like this?

"What the hell is going on?"

My eyes widen, and I feel faint. This just keeps getting better and better. Tony Fucking Stark is staring at me with concern in his eyes and they're going to tell him what's happened and I just can't deal with this now. "I need… I need to get out of here. I need air. No one follows me! Just leave me the hell alone!" I pull away from Thor and rush out of the room in desperation. Thor and Tony are calling my name, but I pretend not to hear. This is just too much right now. My plan was to go outside, but when I get in the elevator I'm heading for Loki's floor instead. I need to know what's happening, and I feel like Loki should know what's going on. I can only imagine how pissed he's going to be. What did Loki say? Everything Odin does has a purpose? I'm starting to see why he sounded so completely dejected when he told me that.

"Aren't you going to say something?" Loki won't look at me. I've told him exactly what Thor told me and I'm out of breath, but calmer now. It just bothers me that Loki won't even meet my gaze.

"I see."

"Are you kidding me?! Loki, I just told you that basically the only way you'll ever be immortal again is if you ibond/i yourself to me and that's all you have to say?!"

"What would you like me to say?" He sounds cold and detached. It pisses me off.

"Something! Get angry! Tell me there's another way! Tell me you can fix this! Odin has no right to put me in this position!" I realize only now, that I have no idea what I want him to say. I don't even know what I expected from him, but it wasn't this. He looks beaten. He looks like a man who's ready to give up, and that bothers me. "Loki… how can you just sit there?!"

Finally his eyes meet mine, and there's a sad smile on his face. They told me he was sick and I can see it in his eyes. They look dull, and his skin shines with sweat. "When Thor was banished here his powers were stripped from him, Darcy. Odin sent him down to this planet, and threw his hammer down with him. Only if he showed himself worthy, would the hammer return to him and his immortality restored."

"What the hell does this have to do with anything?!" I'm growing impatient, and his calm just makes me more agitated.

Loki holds my eyes, and it's like he can see right through me. "Don't you see it, Darcy? I was banished here like Thor because of my actions against this realm. I demanded subjugation. I killed. I declared war on this world and if not for the Avengers it would have been mine. It is not enough that I suffer for my crimes, Darcy. The fact that I am here proves nothing. Odin sent the stone from my staff as my final test… an impossible one and he knows this. It is not enough that I regret what I have done. He knows my heart. He knows I still crave the glory and power I once had. He sees the darkness that will forever reside in me. However… if I were to be loved… by a woman so pure and innocent, then I would prove my worth. Darcy… you are nothing more than a tool for Odin's test. It's not enough that I suffer… I must prove I deserve my birthright."

To the gods we are nothing more than children. We are tiny and small. I realize now why Loki was capable of such terrible things as murder. For so long I have been comparing him to the evil born and raised here, but Loki is not from Earth. He's of Asgard. He was a god. Our worlds are so completely different. Our morals so fundamentally diverse. I am a pawn. The 'gift' I've been bestowed, as Thor calls it, is no gift at all. It's a curse. If the beauty can love the beast… then he is worthy to be restored to his former glory, but this is no fairytale. Loki knows I could never be happy with this. He's already given up because he knows me. It's possible he's always known it would come to this. Suddenly his mood changes make sense, and I realize he knew what would happen all along. He was iwaiting/i for this. I don't know how he knew, but it's obviously true. "You knew… you knew Odin was going to do this."

Loki turns away, and that's my first clue that I'm right. "Everything he does has a purpose, Darcy."

I feel physically sick. I realize to Odin, he's done nothing wrong. In his eyes he's well within his rights to use me this way. It's all a game to him… like pieces on a chessboard, and he's maneuvering each piece to suit his needs… including me (and Loki). I've never truly felt sorry for Loki until this moment… Thor too. Even more surprising, I feel sorry for Odin. They live in the heavens and call themselves gods, but they've lost touch with their humanity. I suppose that's the point of Odin's tests. Perhaps he wants his sons to be different. Maybe he realizes things need to change and his sons cannot follow in their father's footsteps. I reach out for Loki's hand and hold on tight until Loki can meet my gaze again, but I know he doesn't want my pity. "This isn't fair," is all I can whisper.

Loki's lips curl in a self-deprecating smile. "Oh but it is, Darcy. I will fail his test. I have brought nothing but shame to my father, but in this state he will not have to endure me much longer." He grows quiet for a long time, and I see the deep hurt in his eyes. It's no wonder he craves to be seen when so many have cast him aside. "You should go, Darcy. Do not concern yourself with this any longer."

I can't go. I can't leave him like this. Perhaps this is the moment I first feel what others might define as love for Loki. I don't quite know what it is just yet. It feels like I've been hit by more than a brick… more like a bus. My grip on his hand tightens, and I'm overcome with anger. The injustice of all of this fuels my rage. "I'm not going anywhere."

Loki looks at me confused, but still just as broken. "Darcy-"

I shake my head. "You think I'm just going to abandon you like this? Get it through that thick skull of yours, Loki… there are people who care about you now! Thor would do just about anything to help you. I'm not promising anything, but I swear to you… I will figure this out. I won't let Odin do this to you, Loki. You deserve better. This test is a farce!"

His eyes search mine as if he's trying to find the truth. He called me pure, and maybe I am (though there are probably some people from college that would beg to differ). All I know is I have to do what's right… and this feels right. Eventually Loki nods, hesitantly, but he says nothing. He doesn't let go of my hand and I don't let go of his.

To Be Continued