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A/N: OMG 53 FOLLOWERS AND 16 FAVORITES! AHHHHHH! I can't believe it, I thought I'd never make it to 10 much less 53 so thank you!

This chapter does have a half a lemon enclosed! if that's not your thing that's okay! Avoid the space between the divider and jump to the last paragraph. Thanks and enjoy my baby...

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Vanaheim:

"Darcy lift with your legs, not with your back."

"This is freaking heavy Loki."

"No your just weak."

Darcy was struggling to lift 200 pounds of metal.

"Loki this is 200 pounds of metal!"

"Darcy you cannot give up just because you don't wanna face something. What if your enemy throws something 200 pounds at you, better yet what if you must rescue someone who is 200 pounds or more. Do not be so naïve my love, as to believe it couldn't happen. Now lift..."

Darcy grimaced and lifted the unyielding metal...

*Two Days Later*

Darcy mentally sighed in her head, today was the day everyone would return from the retreat. She loved the thought of waiting for everyone to settle upstairs for a welcome back party, and then walk in with Loki, plop down on his lap and kiss him senseless in front of everybody. She couldn't shake being scared of losing everybody. As much as she had rationalized it in her head, and as much as in her heart she knew she didn't care about what they thought about their relationship, her head screamed to just wait. She was frustrated with her own self for being so damn confused. Huffing again, she pulled herself from the bed, to get dressed for the day.

She was down to her bra and black spandex shorts with the words "Hot Stuff" printed with gold lettering, when she felt the air grow just a tad bit colder, and she heard her bed creek. She didn't turn around because she knew who it was.

"Well this certainly is a treat for my eyes."

Darcy blushed and went to her closet to find something to wear.

"Good Morning Loki."

"Morning."

She finally turned to look at him. He was laying across her bed, though he looked unaffected by her partial undress it was the exactly the opposite.

"So what do I owe the pleasure of having a sexy Aesir God of Mischief laying across my bed this morning?"

Loki grinned, pulled himself swiftly from the bed, and walked over to her.

"I came to visit the beautiful mortal who has somehow ensnared me in her gaze."

He conjured up a single red rose for her. With one hand behind his back, and the rose in the other, he drew a trail from her neck to the middle of her breasts slowly. They stared into others eyes, their lusts mirroring each other, as Loki's green eyes darkened in response to Darcy's quickened breaths. She stepped closer, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Such a trouble maker."

"Yes, yes I am."

He leaned down and kissed her. The kiss grew in intensity as her back hit the wall next to her closet door. The conjured rose disappeared and he hoisted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around him, as her wall helped support her. She groaned at their centers being so close, yet not being connected. She loved the feeling of kissing him, it was an almost out-of-body experience for her and she wanted to stay in the moment. His fingers traced her spine, and pulled her even closer to him. He carried her to her bed and fell atop it with her pinned underneath him. She relished in his hands running up her sides and she wanted him so bad she couldn't think straight. She fumbled with the buttons on his green shirt and just as soon as she was annoyed she ripped them open. Loki smiled against her lips at her show of strength.

"You see, I told you, you'd need strength."

"I hardly think 6 buttons translates to 200 pounds, but right now I don't give a crap. Kiss me."

He nodded and went back to grope her wherever he could touch. Darcy loved touching Loki wherever she could as well. She wanted him so bad, and she could control herself, despite what her head said. If just his kissing left her breathless imagine, what his cock could do to her. Said appendage was rubbing against her, causing such delicious friction that she was squirming to get more. Loki wanting to bring pleasure from the simplest of touches to her began to kiss down to her neck, to that spot that she had reacted so strongly to during their last encounter. He was rewarded with a moan tumbling across her lips. He wanted to touch her, feel her come apart because of his hands. He reached into the waistband of those arousal inducing shorts and grazed her panty-covered center. She gasped and grabbed his hair. He pulled his hand back out, he wanted to hear her beg for him to touch her. He wanted her to think he could walk away and leave her in such a state.

"Loki please..."

"Please what my love?"

He moved on to unclasping her bra and setting lose her breasts for him to lean down and lave kisses across them and taking a nipple into his mouth, causing her to moan and arch into him.

"Please more... I...I... I need more."

She gasped out to Loki, silently hoping he'd take mercy on her.

"And why would I do that?"

He asking in between kissing her breasts. Darcy on the other hand felt on fire. She needed more and she was stuck underneath him, with no way to get it. In a desperate attempt she reached down and began to rub his length from the outside of its leather confine. He groaned into her neck, and took her hands and put them above her head.

"No no Ms. Lewis. Don't force me to restrain you, control yourself."

He said, a light tone, but Darcy knew he meant it. The words had also brought back the thoughts she had when he mentioned bondage before, and she moaned on pure thought. He went back to providing attention to her breasts. A hand waved and her shorts dissipated and left her in her panties. Loki took his time sliding his hand to where she wanted it the most.

"Ooooh..."

Darcy hissed out and arched further into his hand.

"You are already so wet my little mortal, and it's only for me. Right?"

He drug a finger down her slit, wanting an answer. Lost in feelings she couldn't answer him, but because in some kinda odd way he needed to hear her praise him, beg for him to give her pleasure, to say that she belonged to him, he circled his finger around her swollen pearl. She responded accordingly, clutching onto his back.

"Yes."

Pleased he circled her entrance. Darcy was turning into a major puddle of goo under Loki's actions and when his finger entered her slowly, she knew he meant to torture her with pleasure. He pulled it out just as slowly as he entered with it, and he already could tell with how she gripped his finger, she'd be even tighter when she was gripped around him. He wasted no time speeding up and making her moans a constant. Loki could tell she needed more and when her legs dropped open even further, he obliged her wish and added another finger. Her cries spurred him further in his want to hear them fall from her lips. He left her neck and kissed down her body, pausing to make sure she knew he hadn't forgotten about those, then he continued until he was level with the apex of her thighs. Darcy could feel his cool breath on her sensitive area, and she shuttered in anticipation. Went he removed his fingers she whined.

"D...Don...n't stop please."

"Shhh, now let me take care of all your needs. I must taste you my mortal princess..."

Darcy's eyes rolled back into her head as the ice prince leaned down and began to lick on her most private of areas. He wasted no time running his slightly colder tongue across the pliable flesh of her. Darcy moaned relishing in the delicious torture he was giving her body. The sight of the dark head of hair between her thighs caused her to become even more wanton and grip onto the back of his head.

"Oh Loki..."

She gasped out as his tongue flicked at her, and then his fingers re-entered her body. She twisted around until he had to hold her hips down, she was so close and Loki could feel it, he dipped his tongue inside her repeatedly and she yelped. He loved her response and her thighs wrapped around his head. He removed his tongue in favor of tapping that spot inside that made her toes curl.

"Come for me. I want to taste you on my tongue Darcy..."

That was all she needed to hear was his command and she gushed her release all over his face, praising and cursing his name all in the same breath.

"OHHH LOKI! Yes yes! Shit!"

Darcy relaxed letting her hips drop back down to her mattress, eyes closed, body humming from experiencing his amazing tongue. No guy had ever made her feel like she was in heaven simply from his tongue. Silvertongue was an apt description if one was ever given. Darcy's eyes opened and she looked at Loki's smirking face, who displayed pride all over it, and he stuck the fingers that had occupied her body, in his mouth to clean.

"The sweetest of nectar."

Loki let Darcy pull him back to her mouth by his shoulders. Darcy didn't care about the taste of her on his tongue as she kissed him deeply. She wanted to make him feel like he had her. It would be a treat to see the Mischief god come undone from something she was doing to him.

"That was amazing, but now I think it's time I return the favor."

"By all means..."

He flipped them so her body rested on top of his. The feel of her warmth on the outside of his pants was begging him to vanish his remaining clothes and drive his body into hers. It was strange to have his control hanging on by a thread, he was used to having full control in sexual situations, able to give his partner the highest of receiving pleasure before he demanded his own, but it seemed he was on the edge every time Darcy was around him, and especially now that she had begun to kiss her way down his neck, sucking determined to leave a mark. Then they heard a dreaded knock on Darcy's room door.

"Thump, thump, thump"

"Darcy? Are in you there?"

Darcy huffed and ignored the knocking, while Loki wanted her to continue, he knew the moment would be rushed.

"Darcy! Are you Alive! Answer me in 10 seconds or I'm coming in."

Loki stopped her actions and looked at her.

"Go figure out what they want, because only two people are going to be allowed to come in this room...'

Darcy laughed and got up off his lap. She walked to her closed bedroom door, grabbing her robe on the way and sliding it over her body. Loki laughed that her walk was still a little shaky.

Darcy walked to her front door, and pulled it open to find her best friend on the other side.

"Darcy! Oh thank God your Alive!"

Jane said latching onto Darcy.

"Yes yes I'm alive! Did you expect me to keel over without you for a week?"

Darcy joked, still not inviting the blond in her rooms in favor of getting back to the raven haired man in her bedroom.

"Well I expected you and Loki to kill each other. Thor was looking for him and I was looking for you. I was worried when we couldn't find either of you. Do you know where he is?"

"He's buried just outside the city, tell Thor to look for a gold cross with Loki, a loving mother etched across it."

Jane laughed and Darcy smirked, knowing Loki could hear her barb from the room, about the Myths she had read about him.

"It wasn't that bad was it?"

Darcy, remembering a few moments ago smiled.

"No, in actuality wasn't that bad. In fact we get along now."

Jane's mouth dropped open.

"No way! Hey aren't you going to let me in? Don't you want to talk to me?"

Darcy wanted to talk to her best friend, but she damn sure couldn't screw Loki's brains out with Jane waiting in her living room inches away.

"I would...I just... I was... About to take a shower."

"Darcy I've walked in on you imitating the Spice Girls' "Wannabe" in your underwear. I think I can wait for you to take a shower Dar."

Darcy loved Jane, but she was being a damn cock blocker right now. Darcy knew she couldn't get rid of Jane because Jane was nosy and determined. And Darcy could tell she was determined to talk to her.

"Okay, well come in. I'll be back in a few. Gotta go get sexy!"

Darcy put on her best act and hoped Jane would not notice her scurry off to her bedroom. Loki would had heard the conversation, and knowing Jane, he knew he and Darcy would have to continue later. He began to will away his erection, when he heard Darcy enter the room. He put up a silencing spell on her door and waited for the inevitable.

"Loki, I'm so sorry. I really cannot get rid of her.'

He got up and crossed over to her.

"It's alright, I will enact my revenge later."

"Well I hope so."

He reached down and cupped her face so that he could kiss her. Darcy couldn't understand why he left her breathless every single time he kissed her.

"You have to poof away now, or else I will take you now, and not care how loud we may get."

Loki threw his head back in laughter, the sound so genuine Darcy couldn't believe it had come from him.

"You will take me? Well we will see about that little mortal. I am sure I will take you, and by the time I finish you will be wiling to bend to my every whim, and only able to whisper for your voice will be gone from screaming my praise so loudly. "

Darcy had never been the one to play the faint during dirty talk, but those words, caressed in Loki's sweet brogue had done something to them that made her flush in excitement. Darcy was going to try to respond, but Darcy never said anything to him for he stopped her.

"Later Darcy..."

He smirked and disappeared in her face...