"So, Darcy, I see you and Luke got off to an early morning." Nicola took a sip of espresso as she sat perched at the edge of her chair. The breakfast table was covered in its customary spread of toasts, pancakes, breakfast casseroles and fruit salads. Preston was reading the newspaper, scanning the business section. Darcy choked on her scrambled eggs and Loki glanced at her as he nibbled on a piece of pineapple.
"I guess…you could say that."
"Well you know what they say, the early bird catches the worm," Preston flipped the page and both Darcy and Nicola choked on their drinks.
"Dad!"
"What, honey? It's good to have a to-do list."
"Oh and she was doing that list."
"Mom!"
"Just saying."
"So what do you and Mister Lewis have planned for the day?" Loki inquired.
"Oh, well I have a Women's Social meeting. I was thinking maybe Darcy would like to join me?"
"Pass."
"Are you sure? It's cake week, so everyone's bringing a different cake."
"I'm sure. The cake is tempting, but I can't stand those flipping socialites."
"You could always join me at work, pumpkin."
"You still work?"
"If you call meeting his friends at the country club 'work'."
"Yeah I'll pass on that too. Golf isn't my scene."
"So what shall we do today, Darcy?" Loki glanced at her over the brim of his coffee mug.
"Well…I don't know. It's been a while since I've been up here, I don't even remember what all there is to do in town."
"Well you two could always go shopping," Nicola shrugged.
"I don't really need anything, though."
"Well Luke could use some more clothes, don't you think?" Preston glanced up from the newspaper.
"Mm, maybe. Maybe not," Nicola eyed Loki's body from shoulders to pelvis, her eyes lingering just a bit too long on his hips.
"I've got an idea!" Preston held his coffee mug as if he was giving a toast, "Darcy goes with you," he gestured at Nicola, "And Luke comes with me. What do you say?"
"I don't know if that's-"
"I think that's a fantastic idea! Darcy, you'll love cake day."
"But Luke doesn't know how to golf-"
"The boys and I can teach him! Come on, it'll be a bonding thing. You haven't spent time with your mom in so long and I'd like to get to know Luke a bit better." Darcy's father was smiling so wide at her that she couldn't argue.
"Okay…" While Darcy slouched in her seat, Loki retained his impeccable posture.
"I can't wait," he smiled.
"Now the golf swing is a very particular little lady," Preston lectured as he strode across the emerald grass, hands on his hips. Loki walked a few steps behind him, looking like a male model in his khaki slacks, pink polo and yellow sweater vest.
"If your form isn't right, you can not only hit the ball way off course- no pun intended- but you can injure your back pretty easily."
"I see," Loki nodded, feigning interest.
"We'll start you off easy," Preston pulled a club from the bag, waving the caddy back as he set the ball in its place atop the tee. "You want a pretty wide stance, about the width of your shoulders. You've got pretty broad shoulders so you'll have a nice, solid stance," he glanced up, "Are you right handed or left handed?"
"Right handed."
"Right, so you'll want your right hand below your left. Pull back, shift your weight onto the right leg, and swing!" The ball soared through the air, nearly out of sight as it bounced onto the green. "And don't forget the follow through."
"Gorgeous shot, Mister Lewis," the caddy clapped.
"Shut it, Stephen. I'm not letting you date my daughter." The caddy's arms fell to his sides and his smile faded. "Your turn, Luke."
Loki pulled a club from the bag and set his ball and tee right where Preston's had been.
"Don't forget the follow through. It's a very important part." Loki took his stance, shifting his feet like Preston had done moments earlier. He took a slow breath, pulled the club back, swung, and followed through, squinting his eyes to see where the ball landed.
Only it hadn't landed on the green.
It hadn't even left the tee.
"That's fine, that's okay," Preston stepped forward as Loki stared, his mouth hanging just barely open as he stared at the ball. "It takes a bit of getting used to. Why don't you try again?"
Loki repeated his actions, but received the same outcome. There were now two patches of dirt on either side of the golf ball. They were like dark eyes smirking up at him. Loki huffed and tried again. He only managed to make one of the patched even deeper.
"You dare defy me?" Loki growled at the ball. He dropped to his hands and knees, his nose almost touching the ground as he muttered threats and insults at the inanimate object.
"Luke, it's okay if it takes a while to warm up. Most people take a while to hit the ball." Loki turned his icy blue eyes on Preston.
"This game is unfit for my attentions."
Preston chuckled, "Calm down, chief." He pulled Loki to his feet. "Why don't you try it again?" The Asgardian huffed, straightening his shirt and vest, but attempted the swing once more.
And this time he hit it!
Well, grazed it.
The ball did fly forward, about thirty feet. Loki smirked widely, his eyes shining with his achievement.
"Good job! See, it's not so bad."
The laughter of rich housewives floated through the buttercream frosted air, strangling Darcy as she sat on an overstuffed chaise. She was dressed like her mother; floral printed skirt, short-sleeved button up shirt, and a brown waist belt. Her hair fell in large, soft curls, almost completely obscuring her pearl earrings.
"So then I said, 'Harvey, we simply can't let the senator sit there!'," Misses Watson, the wife of a retired joint chief, recounted one of her five party stories. Darcy rolled her eyes.
"Oh Helen, you're simply too much!" Gloria Hazeldine-Trenton, the wife of Blaine Trenton, laughed with an obnoxious tone. The whole room laughed, eventually dying down to half-hearted sighs and chuckles.
"So Darcy," Nicola began, "What's Luke like in bed?"
"Mom!" The room tittered with excitement.
"What' this?" Helen Watson straightened her back, leaning forward.
"Darcy has a new lover. And it seems to be pretty serious," Nicola boasted.
"Mom that is totally inappropriate! And that's not even the case!"
"Oh so you two were just lying naked on your bed, chests heaving for breath out of boredom?"
"Mother!"
"My word," Gloria's hand flew to her chest, "What does this young man look like?"
Nicola pulled her phone from her purse, "This would be the culprit." The women in the room giggled with excitement as their eyes raped the picture of Loki. It had been taken the day they went sailing, while his wet clothes were clinging to his toned body.
"Where did you meet him?"
"Puente Antiguo. Jesus Christ, you're grown ladies! Stop drooling over him like he's Swiss chocolate!" Darcy snatched the phone from her mother, sitting on it.
"Darcy, that is so immature."
"Oh I'm immature?"
"So how is he in bed?" Gloria propped her elbows on her knees.
"Excuse me?"
"How is he?"
"I imagine he's quite good if he gets in your pants in your parents' house."
"So how big is he?"
"I swear by the shores of Asgard you will yield!" Loki screamed. Fifteen feet away, Preston and Stephen the caddy watched as sand erupted into the air.
"It's like a volcano," Preston breathed.
"I've heard of game rage, sir, but this is ridiculous. Where the hell is this guy from?"
"England. Must be pent up aggression. I can't imagine those guys are actually happy about having to drink tea every day."
Loki slashed at the sand with his club, spraying it in all directions. The ball sat, untouched. With a deep yell, he blasted the ball with magic. It flew into the air, sailing toward the green. Preston's eyebrows climbed up his forehead as the ball landed, bounced a few times, then rolled smoothly into the hole.
"Well done, Luke! See? It gets easier!" Preston beamed. Loki emerged from the sand trap, his traditionally perfect hair mussed from his aggressive actions. His eyes were wild, his muscles tensed as he stalked forward like a feral beast.
"This game," he growled, "is an abomination."
"Oh it's not that bad," Preston chuckled. "I mean, if you don't count the sand volcano, you were only five over par!"
"You, sir, are far too optimistic with this demon of a game."
"I've been playing for a while, chief, I'm just used to it. Come on, next hole."
"Next?"
"Yep." Preston and Stephen walked toward the golf cart as Loki stood frozen.
"What do you mean 'next'?"
"There are eighteen holes in a game of golf," he glanced over his shoulder. Loki's eyes darkened.
"This…Will not be forgotten."
"That is way too personal!" Darcy shrieked.
"Just answer the question!"
"You don't need to know how far his tongue can reach!"
"Oh yes we do, young lady," Yvonne rested her hands on her hips.
"That is a very personal part of me, it's not like I have measurements written there," she tried to back away from the older women, who swarmed around her like fish waiting for flakes.
"So you have done oral?"
"Mom!"
"So is he good at it?" Helen perked her shoulders up to her ears, eagerly awaiting a response.
"Excuse me?"
"Is he good at it? Does he just twirl his tongue like a helicopter or does he do different patterns to keep it interesting?"
"You ladies are sick! No, you're not even ladies, because ladies don't ask questions like this!"
"Oh Darcy, don't be such a prude."
"Honestly, just pretend we're your diary. Your dirty little secret diary."
"I barely know you people, I'm not talking about my sex life."
"So is he creative?"
"What?"
"Well does he have a routine for foreplay and all that or does he change it up?"
"I don't think that-"
"I'll bet he likes to take a woman from behind," Gloria mused.
"We haven't done it like that!"
"So what positions have you tried?"
"God you people are way too curious about this."
"What's his favorite position?"
"Have you guys tried anything kinky?"
"I don't know, he doesn't look like he'd be that adventurous, Yvonne."
"Well you know, it's always the quiet ones that are the freakiest."
"Have you two done it anywhere exciting? Like in public?"
"Public? God no! Unless you count a secluded mountainside-"
"Aha!"
"Oh my god, stop it!" Darcy shrieked. "You're gross, all of you!"
"Calm down, Darcy, it's just sex. You're a grown woman and so are we, we're just curious."
By the fifth hole, Loki had broken three clubs- two of them had been broken on the same tree when he hit a ball into the woods. Preston had offered to let him roll the ball to the tree line to get a clear shot at the green, but Loki yelled at him in ancient Norse. Something about shoving a goat into an orifice that was not meant to take something of that size.
"Y'know, we can quit now if you want," Preston offered as Loki attempted to hammer his golf ball into the grass.
"I will conquer this game, Preston Lewis, mark my words!" Loki continued to hit the ground with such force that it threatened to bend or break the club.
"Darcy must be into the alpha males," Preston remarked to Stephen. Loki released a roar as he hit the golf ball and it flew toward the green.
"Mister Lewis, I'm scared."
"Me too, Stephen, me too."
"Seriously?" the ladies blinked at Darcy.
"Wow," Yvonne gasped, "That is creative."
"I know, right? I mean, who would have thought of that?"
"I guess what they say about European men being better lovers is true."
"Yeah," Darcy blinked. "European."
"I'm just surprised it was anatomically possible," Helen breathed.
"Oh it was. And it was fantastic."
"I can imagine."
"Do you think you could draw out exactly how he did it? I think Reggie and I should try that."
"Okay now that is just gross, I'm not drawing that!"
"Now you're just being selfish."
"You could at least make a sex tape," Yvonne suggested.
"Excuse me?"
"A sex tape." A litany of 'Oh's and 'Yes's followed.
"I am not making a sex tape," Darcy crossed her arms.
"Just think of it as a memento. So you'll never forget Luke or his…Fantastic skills."
"Or I could just marry him and keep the fantastic skills forever."
"Darcy!" Nicola bounced with excitement, "Are you serious? Are you two that serious? Oh god I've waited for this day for so long!"
"I'm only twenty-two, mom!"
"Well yes, but you've dated some real winners in the past. Remember Jeremy? Oh I hoped so badly that you two would tie the knot."
"I dated him in high school."
"Yes but he was such a sweetheart."
"We were fifteen and we dated for four months, that's hardly marriage material."
"But he came from such a good family, and you got along so well."
"He dumped me through a text five minutes before he changed his relationship status to dating Marissa Fellop."
"Well still…"
"But you and Luke are serious?" Gloria chirped.
"Imagine being married to that," Yvonne closed her eyes. "Mm, having that tight, toned body every night. That'll keep you fit."
AN: Hope you liked the chapter! I figured I'd try something different where Darcy and Loki spent more time apart. I also thought it would be fun to put them in some ridiculous situations, like Darcy being interrogated by a bunch of rich cougars and Loki being at war with a game. Read and review!