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: So remember that warning about sexual content... ummm... yeah, you should probably keep that in mind and hold onto something. I tried not to make it too smutty cause I tend to hate my attempts at smut, but whatever... it's rated-R for a reason.

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

Part Nine "They Shall Become One Flesh"

You know all those girls that used to wear princess outfits and dream of large castles and having their own prince charming? Yeah… I was not one of those little girls. I wanted to be my OWN prince charming. I didn't want to be saved. I wanted to do the saving. I dreamed about tough chicks like Wonder Woman and making boys tremble before me on the playground. Don't get me wrong… I still liked watching those movies! I still had an unhealthy obsession with Disney like any young girl would, but that doesn't mean my fantasies weren't a little more unique. What can I say? I had a mind of my own.

I can't honestly believe I'm doing this, but I refuse to back down now. I hold onto the visions Odin has shown me like a lifeline. I cling to them because I get it now. It's all been leading to this. Fury said he didn't believe in coincidence. So many connections between us all like a spun web. How else do you explain this? How else do you explain me? We all have our parts to play, but most of us don't have to carry the world on our shoulders. Most of the people on my planet don't get to actually see what their purpose is. Maybe most of them don't even really have a purpose. I do. I can't just walk away from that. No panic attack this time. I'm ready.

"Darcy… are you certain?"

Thor's promised me he can transport us directly to the hospital. We don't have much time. Once he's brought me to Loki I'll be forced to create the bond, and once that process begins there is no stopping it. I just hope it's what Loki wants too. "Thor?"

He's staring at me again… in that special way. I can almost guess what he's thinking right now. He's fought so hard to heal Loki's wounds and repair their relationship. Loki still has so far to go, and it's up to me to help him get there. I'm not just Loki's last hope. I'm Thor's last hope too. "Yes?"

I lick my lips and stare at the device meant to send us home. I choose my words carefully. "Do you think I can do this? I mean… do you think I can handle this?" In a strange way I look up to Thor. I envy his confidence and determination. He can be a bit clueless sometimes, but he means well. I don't always have the answers either. Not even Odin with all his 'infinite wisdom and foresight' knows everything. Making this choice will change everything. It will change me. I know this because I can already feel it happening. It's been happening for a while now, I think. I look back on the person I was before… just an intern hoping to score some college credits. No one was counting on me then. No one had any reason to. I was virtually unimportant in every way. Fast-forward to me now. I've been to another planet. I've become friends with gods and heroes. I'm the daughter of Tony FUCKING Stark! I'm the opposite of unimportant. That makes me kind of proud. I'm finally a part of something greater than myself. "Do you think I'm ready?"

His eyes meet mine and there is no hesitation. He doesn't even pause. "You truly are a goddess, Darcy Lewis," he whispers to me.

I smile. Hell yes, I am! "Then take me to Loki." I grab hold of the other side of Thor's device and the light envelopes me as it did before. When I open my eyes I'm back, and Loki Odinson is lying pale and near death in a hospital bed. No fear. I can do this now.

It's hard to describe what it's like to have this power. Until Odin told me what I was capable of… I didn't even know I could harness Loki's magic. I perceive things differently now. I reach inside myself. It's like buying a house without ever knowing there's a million dollars hiding away in the attic. Now that I know it's there… I can feel it. I can wield it… albeit, I'm woefully unskilled. I know I'm a little rough though, and I just try my best to be a fast learner. I can see the cracks in space and time just like he could. I know how to use them and I know once I bond myself to Loki we're gonna need some privacy. I'd hate to get this started in front of Thor… that would be a bit awkward (and by awkward I mean HORRIFYING). I take Loki's hand in mine… limp and so very cool to the touch. One last look at Thor's face and I pull Loki through the cracks of space and emerge in the safety of my apartment. Loki's weight is too much for me and we fall to the floor, but his eyes are fluttering open so I push all the energy I possess down my arm linked to his and release. It's like navigating water, and I know it'll take time. His lips are dry, and his voice is weak when he speaks. "Darcy… no-"

"Shhhh!" He can't even fight me in this state. It's already started. "Look at me, Loki." His eyes search mine, so dull and without life. There's pain and pity there too, but not for himself. He pities me, and it only makes me want to help him all the more. How could I have ever waited as long as I did? With my free hand I caress his face. "Please… let me take care of you."

I lean down and our lips touch in a gentle caress at first, like breathing for the first time. The fire inside burns and I want more of him. I want all of him. I can tell he feels the same way, because I deepen our kiss and his hands reach up for contact. It's nothing compared to the exchange going on through our thoughts. I can feel his struggle for breath. I feel his hardness as if it's my own, and that's just so fucking weird. I know he can feel me too. Loki's eyes widen and shudders as I press my thoughts against his, let them intertwine and expose myself in a way I never thought I could. This is what terrified me… to share myself with another person, and Loki no less! I know what this bond means. He will carry a piece of me, and I will carry a piece of him. I get some of his darkness, and he gets some of my light. How do I describe it? It's like two drops of water in a bucket. You know you'll never be able to separate them again. You can't tell where one begins and the other ends. That's how I feel in this moment. One soul, and I can't keep track of which thoughts are mine and which are his.

Our eyes flutter closed and there's desperation growing in us like you could never imagine. We've linked minds, but it's not enough. I need him inside me. The burning gets worse, almost painful. I can't live without him. He can't live without me. That's how it feels, and no amount of reasonableness could ever change that. It's a flash of ripped clothes and moaning. He begs, and I love it. I can make the god of mischief beg. Hands explore exposed skin, and all his wounds and broken bones heal as if they were never even there to begin with. He's a god once more, and he rolls us over so he can take the lead. I don't mind. He kisses me as if he won't survive without knowing how I taste. He touches me as if my skin is a giant magnet and he's not strong enough to pull away. He enters me with one quick thrust and it's like he's home. I never want it to end. It doesn't have to. I scream so loud it echoes in our minds. This is the bonding process. This is the moment I stop being just Darcy Lewis. She doesn't even exist anymore. I'm different now. Nothing will ever be the same again.

"Well… that was different." I don't know what I expected after all the sex. I guess you can't really plan for the awkward moments after. We managed to make it in the bed sometime around 3 a.m. and I'm naked under the blanket which is held securely in place. I don't know why I bother being modest now. He probably knows my body better than I do at this point. I've lost track of how many times we fucked.

Loki is lying next to me, and the look on his face would be kind of funny if I didn't feel so completely exposed right now. His eyes are wide and he's staring at the ceiling. The blanket is draped over his midsection and he's wringing his hands. He feels just as awkward as I do. I didn't expect that, but it makes me feel a little bit better. "That was a bit… intrusive," he agrees.

I can't help laughing at that, my body shaking… I honestly can't breathe for a moment. "Intrusive? We mind-fucked each other! Sex is intrusive… that was… shit… there's not even a word for what we just did."

"Seventeen times… you have surprising stamina."

I grin proudly for a moment. "Thanks… I work out. You weren't so bad yourself."

"I am a god," he replies as if it comes with the title. Well, there is that whole 'sex god' thing, I guess. The awkwardness dissipates and he's smiling back at me, more like himself than I've ever seen him. I don't know what happens now, but I hope it involves more sex. He turns back to stare at the ceiling and his eyebrows wrinkle in confusion. "Darcy?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did you do it? You realize there's no going back after this. We can't just break up or divorce like mortals do. This bond cannot be broken. I can still feel you buzzing inside my mind. Why give yourself to me?"

I think about telling him about the vision, but I realize that was only the final push. It was always going to be like this. This was always going to be my choice in the end. I reach over to link our hands together and feel the whispers of his mind. I decide on a simple answer for now, because I'm not quite sure how to explain it. "Why not?" I can tell he's not satisfied, and I roll my eyes. "You got me… I did it for the sex."

Loki let out a frustrated huff. "You are impossible!"

"You can literally read my mind, Loki… why do you even bother to ask?"

When I look at him, he's staring back at me with something almost like respect. There's not a lot of people Loki Odinson respects. I'm glad to be one of them. "Because… it would be rude."

"Rude?" I would laugh in his face, but that's probably just going to get me in trouble later. "You tried to enslave my entire planet and you won't read my mind now because it's rude?!"

Loki rolled his eyes. "Why must everyone always bring that up?!"

"It's kind of a big deal, Loki! People don't forget things like that easily!"

"It's not like I plan on trying again anytime soon!" he argues, but I have a little problem with his wording.

"Anytime soon?! Loki!" I can tell I'm going to have my hands full with this guy….

"What?! Would it be so bad? You would be queen," he replies, with a teasing smile. I don't find any humor in his jokes. I saw first-hand what his army did, and it wasn't pretty.

I smack him as hard as I can. "That's not even funny! You killed people!"

His smile fades, and for the first time I think it hits him, or maybe it's not the first time. He won't look at me now and the tension returns. I know it's partly my fault. I'm in his head now, and he's been exposed to a whole new way of thinking. Thor had to go through this too. He had to learn the same lesson, but his hurt less. Loki's feeling the sting of guilt, and I know first-hand how harsh that sting really is. "I… I couldn't have known. You were just mortals then… such small minds… like animals."

I try not to think about the more outlandish stories involving Loki. "Gee, thanks."

"You know what I mean, Darcy. You wouldn't think twice about forcing a dog you have owned to sit, or putting him out of his misery when he is ill. To my people it is the same. You are the small creatures too lost to take care of yourselves. I never saw what I did as murder… I didn't… I didn't understand then." Loki's mind grows dark and I know he's sinking, but I won't let him drown in those thoughts.

I turn on my side and rest my head over his heart, pulling him close. His arms wrap around me on instinct. "It's okay, Loki… I wouldn't have saved you if I didn't think you were worth saving."

Loki lets out a long sigh and tightens his hold on me. "It's not okay… but perhaps it will be one day… one can only hope," he whispers.

I let my eyes slip closed and live in this moment. Yeah… one can only hope.

I'm at the mercy of Loki, god of mischief. His fingers buried inside me, and his tongue setting my skin on fire. This is my friend… or he was, and now here I am begging him to fuck me. I think we've officially ruined our friendship. The bond glows and shines with each time we come together. I can feel how desperately he wants me. Another finger presses inside and I'm actually whining by this point. My legs open wider, and I whimper his name. It's more than he can take. He's inside me fully sheathed in seconds and I scream my triumph. Eventually our need for each other will fade when the bonding is sealed, but for now I plan on enjoying this part. I close my eyes and grab hold of something. The way Loki fucks me it's possible I may never walk again.

Loki's sleeping and there's a knock on my door. Who the hell could possibly be at my door? Thor's already promised to check on me in a few days. No one is supposed to disturb us. Our bond is almost finished, but I know it'll take a little longer before we can actually leave the house without having to deal with our… urges. With one last glance at Loki to make sure he's still resting I slip out of bed and grab a robe. It's the first time I've worn anything in at least twenty-four hours. I find that kind of funny. What's not amusing is how utterly sore I feel. I can barely walk. Jeez… I've been fucked to death….

I hear whoever's on the other side knock again, and I let out a sigh as I rush for the door despite my pain. "Jeez, I'm coming!" I shout and unlock everything before swinging the door open. Tony Stark is standing on the other side. I try to slam the door shut out of fear more than anything else, but he catches it with his foot.

"Really?!" he shouts.

Oh god… I am so fucked! I totally forgot all about Stark! I forgot about what I told him. "Ummm… nobody's home!" I curse my own stupidity, but I figure if I'm pathetic enough maybe he'll leave.

"It doesn't take a genius to know you're lying! I am a little ashamed that's the best you've got!" he replies.

More cursing follows and my mind is in a frenzy to figure out what to do next. "I'm busy! Come back later!"

"I'm sure you're extremely busy fucking Loki's brains out, but I'm not good at being patient!" I can almost hear his disgust. I wonder if it's at the thought of me with Loki, or the thought that it's his daughter with Loki.

"I'm naked!"

"Put on clothes… I'll wait!"

Damn him! I roll my eyes. "Why are you here, Stark?"

If I keep pushing against the door I'm pretty sure I'll eventually injure his foot wedged in my door. It doesn't stop me from pressing just a little bit harder. "You told me I'm your father and then you left! That is woefully unfair and you know it! Don't get me wrong… I would probably do the same in your position, but like father, like daughter I suppose! Now open the damn door or I put on the suit and break it open!"

I lick my lips and try to calm myself. My heart is pounding and I can barely breathe. I can sense Loki's awake now, but he won't be coming to my rescue on this one. Traitor! "Fine! Fine!" I release the door and open it once more. Tony is glaring at me from the other side, and he immediately walks inside.

"Please tell me you have alcohol in this house."

I resist the urge to glare back and walk into the kitchen to find my stash. "It's the cheap stuff."

"I'll deal," is his reply.

I pull out what I have and make us both a drink before turning to face him… my father. Shit. "Okay… might as well get this over with… how did Pepper take the news?"

Stark held my glaze looking entirely too serious. "She kind of expected for something like this to happen, but I still have to pay… and oh god will I pay." He shudders, and I can only imagine what Pepper is doing to the poor guy. It takes a special kind of woman to take Tony Stark on. Finally he shakes his head. "So… turns out you're my kid. Weird."

I frown, and my heart sinks. Oh god… Tony Stark (the worst communicator in the world) wants to talk. This is going to suck.

To Be Continued