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: I so appreciate all the comments and reviews! You guys are awesome! :D

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

Part Twelve "Thank God It's Monday"

Nothing stays still. We are forever changing and growing in this world. We hope who we turn into is something better. We hope for brighter tomorrows… even when the evidence suggests that may not happen. I can't honestly tell you what I hoped for before all this started. I guess I just wanted what anyone would want. I wanted to be happy. I wanted to find a good job. I wanted to settle down… eventually… maybe have a couple kids. I just never expected it to happen so soon. I certainly never expected for things to turn out quite the way they did. Who could ever see that coming?! Other than Odin, of course! I can't say I would change anything though. I don't regret how it all worked out. It turned out so much better than I could ever hope for. So much change, but the world really can be brighter despite the darkness. You just have to have faith. It also helps if you run over a god….

When the final barrier that separates us is gone I'm amazed and shocked by what I realize. Loki and I… we aren't that different underneath it all. I mean sure, if you want to be technical about it… there's quite a few things I could list that make us supremely dissimilar when it comes to upbringing and personal taste, but that's beside the point. What I'm talking about is deeper than that. I discover in myself something not even I was aware of… this shame I'd worked so hard to ignore and hide away. I was ashamed because I was unwanted once, by the very person who should have loved me most. Loki's shame and self-hate was almost overpowering when I first felt it. I realized I reflected these feelings myself, but I was lucky…. I know Odin tried to be good to Loki. I could feel his love for Loki when our hands touched and he shared with me the vision that would change my life. He wanted me to fix the mistakes he'd made, because he knew his love wasn't enough. Some scars never fade.

Our lovemaking is slow (and that's exactly what it is by now… lovemaking). He takes his time to explore my body without desperation. I force him to show me his true form, and let my fingers follow the lines of his body till he's begging me to stop. I knew it would be hard for him. It was hard for me too. Everything about this feels unnatural. All our lives, experience tells us not to trust, but now we have no choice. Being naked in front of him is nothing compared to the exposing of my thoughts and soul. He gives me the same respect I show him. We take our time and accept each layer the best we can.

Some things are harder to deal with than others. He refuses to believe that he's not somehow 'wrong.' The hatred he has for the Frost Giants is overwhelming, and it takes everything I have not to buckle under the pressure. I refuse to believe they're all monsters. Loki isn't a monster, and that's all the proof I need. Loki refuses to agree with my political stand. He thinks democracy is a waste of time, and that our world will never work together unless we come together under one government. He admits he doesn't feel fit to be the person who makes this change, but he thinks someone should step up. I think he's nuts. Humans are capable of anything, and it's an argument I use often.

Eventually his blue skin fades and the lines fall flat, and I see green eyes replace the deep red. I'll admit they look almost demonic, but it's softened by the beautiful blue of his skin, and the creative ridges that cover his body. I don't mind him either way, but I want him to be comfortable… and I know he prefers his Asgard form best. That kind of self-hatred doesn't just go away. It may never completely go away, but I put it on the list of things we'll work on together.

Loki slips inside me like we were made for each other. Our bond allows us to predict what the other wants and needs. I know how much he loves it when I gasp his name (how it turns him on), and he knows exactly how to move. I don't think I've ever been with anyone who could hit that spot ievery fucking time/i. It's epic…. It's new, but we fuck as if we've been doing it for years. I laugh when he demands I beg him to fuck me. He's such a weirdo, and he won't give me what I want until I've stroked his ego. Ugh….

We come together, and he's filling me up, and I'm milking him dry… I've never done this without a condom before. It's different now though, cause he's the last man I'll ever be with. I can't believe that doesn't freak me out. Loki's lying spent on top of me, and I hold him close and kiss his shoulder and neck. "Darcy… I love you," he whispers. I know he means it. He's seen everything now.

I smile. "I love you too." I didn't think I could or would… but I do. I love him so damn much.

"I don't like being handing things… especially by the bastard that's fucking my daughter," grumbles Stark, and Pepper rolls her eyes.

"Don't worry, Loki… he'll get over it eventually," she assures him as Loki hands her the wedding invitation, and she immediately gives it to Tony. I can't help but laugh at how completely ridiculous this man is. Like honestly… he's such a friggin' wacko! I really hope I don't develop anything weird like that later in life. "So wow… I can't believe you guys are going to make it all official!"

"Yeah well, I mean… we consider ourselves married, but we wanted everything to be legal… especially since I'm kind of… pregnant." I shrug while Loki stares at Tony in amusement, watching him open up his invite. He already knew we were planning a ceremony on Earth, but it feels kind of awkward because I've asked my father to walk me down the aisle instead of Tony. I've got something special in mind for him.

Pepper's eyes widen. Tony's hand clenches the wedding invite just a little too hard. "I'm sorry… did you say pregnant… as in knocked up?"

Loki looks way too pleased with himself. "Darcy has told me it will be a boy. Congratulations… Grandpa!"

I love the fact that Stark goes pale and he's backing up towards his couch. "I think I need to sit down… Pepper… I need a drink! Scotch! Lots of scotch!"

She hurries off to fetch him his drink and I plop down beside him and pat his back for moral support. His head has dropped in his hands and I know this is going to screw him up for a good while now. I was ready for this. Odin's vision is coming true. Poor Tony has had a very big year. "We want you to be the godfather too… you and Pepper."

One eye peeks up to look at me, and he gives me a nod. I always manage to soften that heart of his. Loki is still having… performance issues! Ha! Eventually, he'll dig his way into Stark's heart too. It'll just take time, I guess. "I'd like that… but this kid is NOT calling me Grandpa… EVER!"

"Uncle Tony then?"

He makes a face, but sighs. "Better…."

Pepper hands him his drink and he gives her a grateful look as he takes it down like a shot. His girlfriend is on the other side rubbing his shoulder and smiling in amusement. "Easy… we wouldn't want you blacking out so soon. They just got here!" Stark is such an alcoholic sometimes and I am too, honestly. We have that in common. Like father, like daughter… I suppose.

When I look back at Loki his smile is gone, and he's staring at me. I know he's having one of his 'moments.' I'm slowly getting used to how he thinks, especially as those thoughts drift into my mind. Randomly he'll just pause and have moments of realization… usually regarding just how lucky he is to have me. I won't argue with his logic. I give Tony one last supportive pat and walk back over to be with Loki. "Alright seriously… I'm hungry! I thought we were coming over for dinner… where is the food?!"

Pepper laughs. "Tony wants to go out. I think I know the perfect spot! This is huge… we've got to celebrate!"

I can't stop laughing as I watch Thor drop piles of clothes onto my couch with a wide and excited grin. Jane is rolling her eyes at him, and I honestly wonder how she could ever take him seriously. "Ummm… what is all this?" I ask.

"These are clothes from Asgard! My baby clothes! Since you are to birth a son I felt it was important that you have clothes worthy of a prince of Asgard!"

I'm almost positive I saw armor in that pile. I let out a snort. "Oh god…" and I see it! A tiny toy hammer. I pick it up and laugh, showing it to Jane who is practically shaking with amusement. "Loki would kill me if I gave this to our son… he would literally kill me."

"I am his uncle! It's a gift! Perhaps one day he too will be worthy of wielding Mjollnir!" he insists. I still can't pronounce the name of his hammer. I don't even try anymore.

It's a rattle… I realize, and put the tiny hammer aside. "I'll uh… see what I can do."

Thor looks pleased that I've given in so easily. Jane and I can't breathe. We're laughing too hard.

I give birth on a Monday. It's four in the morning and I have to be taken to Asgard for the birth because of our son's Frost Giant heritage. If not for the bond, and powers I've been granted from Loki's jewel, I probably wouldn't have even survived the birth. As it is… I'm screaming my head off (in the worst pain of my life), but then there's a little baby boy in my arms. I call him Nari, and I realize as the blue of his skin turns pink that he has green eyes like his daddy. Odin stands nearby, and I can feel the intensity of his gaze. I hand him Nari and it's like I've just given a homeless person a billion dollars in cash. He let's out a breath and gives me his thanks. I know he's thanking me for much more than Nari.

It's immediately obvious that Nari is just like his daddy. Loki's so awkward with him sometimes, but eager to learn. The man won't even let me get up in the middle of the night when he cries. He's determined to be a better father to this child than Odin was for him. I keep telling him that probably won't be too hard, but he wants to go above and beyond. That works just find for me. I enjoy watching Loki rock Nari to sleep, and he doesn't even realize how his eyes grow soft when staring at his son. He doesn't even notice how gentle he is… and I can't quite believe this is the same man who once tried to take over the world.

It takes me months to recover, but eventually I'm well enough to get back on track for the wedding. We have it in New York, and there are cameras everywhere! Tony Stark's daughter… that's all anyone else can see, but I don't mind so much. Loki and I are already married. This ceremony isn't quite as special as the vow we've already made to each other in private. When they pronounce us 'husband and wife' Nari let's out a happy laugh, and everyone smiles at my baby boy. It's like he knows something important just happened. Loki can't resist taking him from Pepper as the three of us walk back down the aisle together as a family.

Oh… did I mention? We got married on a Monday too. It seemed fitting somehow.

To Be Continued