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I am a happy camper. I was worried this chapter wouldn't make it today, but it has, so I am posting it! I must warn you, this chapter has some M rated ideals and feeling, and creates a bit of Imagery, but nothing too explicit... yet. * Loki Smirk*

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*Loki Pov*

To find Lady Darcy in such a tantalizing position was unexpected for this early in the morning. Her back was arched as she held herself up by her hands and feet. It was quite interesting. The thoughts he had about her in that moment weren't completely pure, but he would never act on them. He magicked her rug away just to piss her off and as a distraction so that she would get out of that position. There was no clear sign of what he may have done if she stayed that way. The enragement across her face brought pure delight to his, when she left the room and was fairly certain she'd come back with some kind of mortal weapon that she was hardly trained to use and attempt to do damage, but instead she disappeared until they were to meet again in the lab

* No Pov*

Darcy was dressed in a long sleeved royal blue shirt with her skinny jeans and black converse shoes. Her ponytail was at the nape of her neck and she drunk a cup of hot chocolate. At 7:59 Loki came in the door, dressed in what he calls normal attire, but was really a bunch of black leather and dark green fabric.

"You're going to be hot in that."

Darcy said.

"I'll be fine. Let's just get this over with for the day."

"Fine. I'll be gathering the data so that you can compute it into that simulator and then I'll write down the results. We can both take notes."

"Why must you gather data? Surely I am more capable of such intelligence."

"Well you are certainly more capable of being a dick. No, I'm having you run the simulator because you have more knowledge of what the end result should look like Mr. I'm going to destroy it by trying to commit Genocide."

Loki hissed at her word. He cringed at the thought of how he had almost killed an entire race of his ego trip, had subsequently resulted in the destroying of the Bifrost. He accepted that he had lost touch for awhile, but that doesn't mean he liked being reminded about it. He grabbed her arm, roughly but enough to bruise but enough to prove his point.

"That is none of your business mortal girl."

"It is, especially when I'm stuck here with you trying to rebuild the damn thing."

"You know nothing about me! Don't pretend you do!"

His grip got tighter; she squirmed and looked at his fingers as they began to turn blue.

"Loki! Let me go!"

She wanted to panic, everything in her said he could snap her like a twig, but her new training said otherwise. She calmly tried to employ a breakaway move, but he pulled her closer not being affected by her weak move.

"You puny humans, think you know the truth based off lies told to you by your elders who know about as much as you do. Pathetic."

She saw the blue run up his arm, but she wasn't frightened by the blue skin, it was the lost look in his eye that told her to leave before he lost sanity. She employed what any woman should employ when she was being held against her will by a man. He kneed him in his balls.

He released her instantly and he skin cold changed back to his normal tone as he dropped back to the ground. Her skin was already beginning to blossom into a hand shaped blue bruise. He was lucky she had forgotten her taser this morning! She poked at it and hissed.

"Fuck man that hurt!"

"Likewise Lady Darcy, Likewise."

She tried to leave to find ice, but a subtle hand on her ankle stopped her. He pulled himself up for the floor, his breath much shaker, but he still recovered much quicker than any normal person would.

"Well played Ms. Lewis, I'll be better prepared in future forays with you."

He noticed the bruise he left on her and he felt horrible about what he'd done. He magicked the chairs closer, and motioned for he to take a seat on the chair.

"Please sit."

She sat and then spoke. She didn't want to meet his eyes again, she knew she had pushed a button and hoped these weren't her last seconds alive.

"I really need to go find ice."

"Lady Darcy I am the descendant of giant frozen ice, I think I could provide what you need quite easily."

His skin ran colder as he touched her arm. She shivered from the contact, Thor hasn't told her and the rest of the Avengers the story of Loki, only that he was adopted and that was one of the reasons he went a little bat shit crazy. He said it wasn't his story to tell. Who could stand to be as cold as he was now?

"Wow your cold."

He started to pull away afraid she remember something Thor had told them and she'd run off screaming.

"Wait! No it's a good thing."

"I do apologize Lady Darcy. I've caused you injury."

Darct swallowed her pride, the wounded puppy look on his face was enough to make her speak up.

"I'm sorry as well Loki. I clearly crossed a line, and for that I'm a jerk."

The moment was different than either had experienced before, and Darcy reverted to her clumsy college self, knocking over a cup of black, ballpoint pens fro mthe table next to them

"Shit, my bad."

They picked the pens off the floor together, and they made eye contact. Darcy had a sudden urge to kiss him as he had the same urge for her. He lifted his had brush back a few brunette curls that had fallen in her eyes, but he caught himself and played off the action by healing her arm. Her arm felt better and it snapped her out the moment rather quickly.

"Whoa. You can heal others?! That's so awesome I never knew that!"

She asked touching her arm where the bruise had been, a large warm smile on her face, and Loki had never seen somethign so real and warm.

"Of course."

"Then why in the hell do you make the others suffer through the pain?"

She asked after thinking about all the times she patched up Tony or Clint after battles, and Loki looked surprisingly unscathed.

"How will they ever learn not to be such imbeciles in battle if I take care of their injuries?"

"Jerk."

"Well I could let them die? Would that still make me a jerk or a murderer?"

He countered liking that her fire was coming back. She considered her response for a moment.

"No matter what you do you're a jerk. Mr. Laufeyson. Do the others know about your healing powers?"

She quipped, and then questioned.

"No. They'd resent me for it. No, Lady Darcy I think this is something I'd rather not tell them."

"Fine i'll keep it to myself."

Loki wasn't expecting her to agree so easily, and his comeback couldn't be put to use so he soundlessly sat back down. Darcy who had wanted to get over the moment and creepy feeling she was feeling, went back to looking at the material in front of her.

They worked mostly, in silence trying to accept they had agreed on something. They only discussed data and results. Loki was itching to say something, he knew it would be a bad idea to piss her off and she didn't want to rile him up, especially since he had healed her, the time was nearing 5 so she paused the data stream.

"So it's 5, I think we should stop here."

"Tired already?"

"No, I just have...plans."

His eyebrow arched elegantly as he side-gazed at her.

"Really, and here I was thinking the only thing you would be busy doing involve your own sexual self pleasure."

Her jaw dropped wide, and Loki was going to say more but she beat him to it, effectively making him end the jokes.

"No, just because you can't find anyone but your hand, does not mean we are all that desperate and in need."

She cleaned up the papers and put them where she could find them in the morning. She knew if she didn't put them in a proper spot, she's go crazy trying to remember where she left them in the large lab.

"All jests aside, what are your plans for the evening?"

He asked before he had the chance to stop himself.

"Honestly?"

"It's not like you can lie to me."

She rolled her eyes.

"Nothing special. A long hot bath and then relaxing in front of my T.V. with Dinner. And you? What are your plans?"

" Meditation."

"Is that all you do?"

She questioned.

"No. I just choose to do it."

"I think you should watch a movie or something. Relax for a minute if two and you might be more personable to others."

"I find myself to be personable. You just have unfortunate timing when it comes to interactions with me."

"Whatever."

They walked out the lab, where they locked it and walked toward their respective rooms.

"Ok it's off to that exciting night I have planned. I will see you in the morning same time?"

"On the roof?"

"No, in the lab. Good night."

She said though the day was still young. She started to open her door, when she turned to him.

"Oh and if you do see me in the morning on the roof, please don't interrupt me again, you will find me much more personaible."

"I'll see what I can do."

They parted into their separate rooms for the night. Loki tried to dismiss the thought of Lady Darcy in her bath but the thought plagued him until he found himself staring at her, well his imaginary her.

She was moving around the room, her hips slightly swaying to music generating from the black box on the table. Her dark curls swung across her back to the tune of her sway. He wanted to cross to her and wrap the curls around his hand as he pulled her head back for a passionate kiss, but he found himself content to just watch. She shed herself of her shoes and her sock monkey socks, and danced her away into her bedroom. The lights dimmed low, the earth tones sounding her in richness. She sang along softly to the words in the music. She pulled the top from her torso, providing Loki with the glorious sight of her chest covered by a black lace bra, containing what he wanted to view, just out of sight. He became angry with his own imagination, because it was torturing him with Darcy's slow, deliberate movements as she moved across the room and into her bathroom.

She ran bath water for herself, adding Lilac scented bubbles to fill to the top of the giant tub. She dragged the black jeans she had been wearing earlier that day down her smooth, long and toned legs. She clipped her hair back out of her eyes. She moved her music playing device closer and then Loki's imagination gave him great pleasure as she unsnapped her bra and let her panties fall to the ground along with it. He did not get a frontal view of her, but he could tell she was magnificent. The bubbles immersed her body up until her Neck. He would love to be those very bubbles that got to delight in their short lives, over touching the smoothness of her skin.

"Breathtaking."

He whispered to no person in particular. When Darcy sat up and looked around curiously the bubbles where just short of exposing her. Then it hit him that she could hear him, which meant he was really in her bathroom!

Panicked about how he had teleported without meaning too. He made himself reappear in his room in spot he had been in. Was he losing control of his powers? He was nervous, he had experienced the feeling of no control with the Tesseract and he wasn't about to go through that dark fire field again. He still couldn't shake the image of Darcy that he had seen. He had wanted nothing more than to crush her body to his and possess her in the most entirety of ways.

This was going to be hell for him if he could not figure out this issue soon...

Darcy had relaxed back into the warm water after she thought she heard a whisper in the sanctity of her bathroom. Dismissing the sound as a figment of her imagination, and faded away in her thoughts. As hard as she wanted to pretend, she felt that moment in the lab earlier. His touch had sent Goosebumps up her arm and not because of the coldness in his touch. It felt strange to have this feeling about Loki. It felt almost misplaced, but a part of her wanted to welcome it. Pull it closer and make it one with her...

An hour, dinner and two glasses of wine later she found herself contemplating about Loki. There must be a reason he is isolated. She only knew about him, what Thor had told her and it hadn't been much. Darcy had never waited on guys, never fawned over one, but once she was in with a guy, she was all in. Gave them her all, which is why she was so angry with her previous boyfriend. She had given him the most dedication and time she could find in her mind. And let it be known that was an accomplishment for her. But now here she was again sitting at home by herself. Scratch that... In a whole building… by herself. She decided to cut her brain off of all thoughts; it seemed that it was a better option was to not think about her failed love life or Loki at the moment...