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Chapter 15: A Burden With Glorious Purpose

Loki's head hurt. Had he passed out trying to expand his magical core again? One look around the cold white room told him otherwise.

"You know it was stupid of you to come back, I mean you had us all fooled believing you were dead why come back?"

Fury asked not giving the God time to adjust to being awake. Loki popped up staring at the one-eyed man who was no less than a monster as he, only he justified his with killing of other beings. He found himself confused.

"Asgardians do not kill their prisoners and prey on the weak. That is your own mortal ways. They would not kill a Prince."

"Loki where did you go?"

Loki looked confused what was front with the man? Hadn't he just said he was on Asgard.

"What? Is this old age? I just said I was on Asgard."

Nick looked at the man confused. Loki tried to summon his magic, but he realized he couldn't and panicked.

"What is this magic?!"

"This is a magic dampening room. We had a friend cast something upon the room to stop people like you from escaping using their magic. Then again you knew that, seeing as you're the friend."

Loki's eyes got bigger and then he glared at the man.

"You Lie! I would never help you, the pitiful, sad waste of mortal space. Don't try to play head games with the God of Trickery, you will lose."

"No trickery of any sort Loki. I'm not sure what happened to you or if you're attempting to play me a fool."

"No need to play you for something you already are. Thinking you could control my scepter! It only has one master, it will implode and destroy itself, and before it serves someone without my will."

Nick crossed his arms and walked closer to the glass cage.

"We will see about that. I do wonder if it will serve someone after its master has died."

"As if you could kill me. The Agent, who put me in here. I wish to speak with her."

Nick smirked and moved away from the cell to leave.

"I'll be sending you some food and let me know if you need anything, real power. As far as the Agent, I'll see what I can do; she didn't take too kindly to almost being raped."

Loki scoffed and sat down on the bed attached to the wall and thought about his situation. He could still conjure magic on his finger tips, but nothing with malicious intent, he could try to trick the spell, but he couldn't tell if the spell could read behind the initial intent. It was a rather tricky spell, and according to The Director, he was the one to cast it, but he doesn't even remember the spells creation, much less a way to trick it. Well he'd finally done it, he'd finally outsmarted himself. Something inside of him told him he had done that for a reason...

When Darcy woke up she knew she had to shut down any emotion she felt for Loki because Loki wasn't himself. She had cried in the silence of her room but now she was on her way to the training room.

She hit a punching bag in silence, while trying to figure out with him. I mean he had no respect for her, and had every intention to kill her once he was done with her body.

"Agent Lewis, report"

She heard Director Fury in her ear, and huffed.

"I am in training, I hear your call director"

"Get changed meet me in detention level immediately"

Darcy gulped she knew Loki was down there. He was the only damn prisoner down there. She did as asked, took a shower and changed into a SHIELD suit and met Fury and Hill by a heavy metal door.

"You called."

"Agent Lewis, I need to say that last night was highly unorthodox but I know it had to be hard to do. Why did you?"

"He was clearly trying to steal from SHIELD. I had no choice"

"You both could have taken off with Scepter."

"We'll he didn't come back for me, he came back for his scepter. You and I both know the damage he could have done with it."

"I thought you two were intimately involved."

"Yes we are."

"Yet you turned him in and kicked his ass. Something doesn't add up Lewis."

"That's exactly what I said. Something is wrong with him, he is not being himself"

Darcy said worriedly.

"Or he is being his real self and the Loki we knew for the past year has been fake."

"Director, you don't believe that do you?"

Darcy looked at him pointedly.

"I'm not sure what I believe anymore Lewis. He seems physically fine, despite the fact we saw him ran through during battle. It smells of set up Lewis, only problem was he dropped his scepter. He has plans to enslave us, and as he sees himself above us all as he did before, I think he knows exactly what he's doing."

"Director I don't..."

"Lewis, you are blinded by your emotions for Loki, I've called you down here to see if you can handle being here, around him, if not I can send you on an assignment anywhere you want until Thor can take Loki home."

"I'm fine Director, Are you?"

Darcy knew he was the worried one. He was worried she'd let him out and ride off into the sunset with him, then afterwards help him take over the universe. Not, she would be just as much of a slave as them, even if she got to ride him every now and again. Darcy faced off Fury and Hill.

"Meaning what Lewis?"

"Don't be squeamish because you don't trust me to stand by my oath. I'm not going to forget that, just to be a subject of a mad man. Now I was in the middle of a training session with myself, if there is nothing else I think I'll finish it."

"There is Agent Lewis."

Darcy stopped mid-turn.

"Yes?"

" He has requested to see you?"

Darcy's eyes got bigger.

"Why?"

" I'm not sure. Maybe to tell you why he has been lieing to you. I don't know. All I know is we will be watching you if you do go in."

Darcy contemplated saying no but then again how else would she be able to figure out what was wrong with him, if she didn't have a conversation with him...

*One hour later*

Tony was not pleased with Darcy going to see Loki. He knew she had a tough act going on, and that was all fine and dandy but this was something that could potentially break her mind and spirit, she was that in love and he had the power to do it. Her heart was hurt bad by this whole Loki being alive thing. Although according to her, he wasn't acting like himself and he couldn't determine her from an enemy only that he thought she was hot enough to try to bang on the floor in the lab, but knowing something was wrong she fought him off like a champ. It didn't stop Tony from wanting to punch the demigod in the face because of Darcy's neck.

Darcy had fingerprints that wrapped all around her throat and a couple of bruises on her arms and such. It was odd to have such a protective feeling over Darcy, he never really had the need to protect anybody but himself and of course now Pepper, but that was different. He wanted to protect Darcy because she was like a little sister and he was an only child.

"Darcy I'm not sure if this is a great idea."

"I have to face him sometime Tony."

"Darcy he tried to force himself on you, are you sure you're ready to face him? Of you're not I can..."

She cut him off.

"Yes. I can't hide out. Plus it's not him... Well at least... Not really anyway."

Darcy fixed her ponytail and turned to face Tony who was standing in the doorway to her bathroom. He moved past him and he followed her to the front door.

"Darcy..."

"Trust me Tony. I have to do this. I can't figure out what's wrong with him unless I talk to him. I'll be back and while I'm gone, take Pepper to dinner, and no I do not mean hot dogs from the cart on the corner. I mean make a call, get her into a nice restaurant and take her."

"Fine, yes mother."

Tony agreed and let her leave knowing she couldn't stop her.

Darcy walked in the room, calm, cool and collected as she could be considering the circumstances. Loki was turned away from the glass, and contemplating his options. She watched him, and she wondered how he could be so calm considering if Fury had his way he would be on a one way back to Asgard, permanently. She silently wondered if he would have been a dancer on earth if he were human because of the natural lines his body had, then again his personality was the type that wouldn't stand for dancing. He just had a great natural body, she missed just looking at him. What was he thinking? After 5 minutes, he stiffened and turned around.

"You're mighty good at that. How long have you been standing there?"

Said Loki, turning around and grinning his trademark sinister grin,

"5 minutes, at least. And thank you"

Darcy moved closer to the cell, taking a chair and sitting down.

"Oh this brings back memories; Agent Romanov had that same expression when she first came to see me as well."

Darcy nodded and sat back she had back the grin that threatened to break across her face. Natasha had taught her that face.

"Yes, all of us SHIELD agents have a certain face when talking to an enemy, maybe we should work on getting a patent."

Darcy joked.

"Yes, I rather like the look on you, maybe you should patent it yourself."

"I'll think about it, just don't go stealing my ideas."

Darcy said leaning back in her chair.

"As you wish"

Darcy's breath caught in her chest. Was this really Loki like Fury said. It snapped her back into the moment and caused her to remember what happened last night.

"Do you remember me Loki?"

"Of Course I remember you. You're the little mortal that actually defeated me last night. Congratulations are in order. What is your name warrior?"

Loki was looking her over; Darcy had almost two reasons to cry, the first being she wasn't right, and the second being that he didn't remember her.

"Why?"

"I wish to know"

"Why so you can use it the next time you attempt to force your affections on me?"

Loki stepped back, so unlike him, he had honestly felt bad about the whole thing. He never was going to force himself on her, she would have enjoyed it and by the time he was done, she would be begging him for more and she could rule next to him. As...His Queen.

"No I need it, so that I may apologize for my intentions being misunderstood."

Darcy looked at him, her no bullshit façade slipping away at his words.

"It's Agent Lewis. Go ahead, explain"

"I know your first name is not Agent mortal, Agent is your profession."

"Well that's all you're getting from me, now if you will excuse me."

"Where are you going Agent?"

"Rather than stay here and chat about my namesake, I think my time would be much better served training for the next Aesir gone mad."

His eyes perked at her correct naming of his people.

"So you know that I am of Aesir, what else do you know?"

"Nothing, I'm willing to share with you. Somebody will be bringing you a meal shortly."

"Wait."

Darcy stopped and faced the cage.

"Yes Loki"

"I have not finished my apology. May I finish?"

Darcy walked back toward him.

"You may if you feel so obliged"

Loki smirked, he liked her. She was not like the other mortals he had encountered. She had a fight, a spirit he would like to have rule by his side. She could be magnificent if she got rid of those pesky morals that the oaf Thor and Odin went on about. Then she would be fit to rule by his side, and warm his bed, but first she had to at least want to be in the same area as he.

"Agent Lewis my intentions were never to force myself upon you. Despite my fraudulent childhood, my mother always raised me to treat a woman better than that. So for our first meeting you have my sincerest apologies."

He dramatically swooped down; bending at the waist to show his "respect", and hoping to woo her into letting him talk her into letting him out.

Darcy laughed and stepped back from the cage, normally she would fall for the whole "gentleman" thing with the whole bowing thing, but this was fake. Clearly this was a power play on his end; he would not get an upper hand on her. No siree, Darcy Lewis had become smarter than that.

"Well I do appreciate your apologies Loki, and I do hope you do know better or else the next time..."

She got super close to the glass; he moved closer their faces pressed against it.

"The next time I promise you will enjoy me pinning you to the floor as my tongue plunges into your body, only the next time I'll be holding you down by the hips and it won't be your mouth my tongue will be plunging into Lady Lewis."

Darcy's breath caught and her heart beat raced, but she kept a straight face.

"I think next time I'll use my pocket lightning and aim it at your testicles next time and not just with my knee, I promise an experience you won't forget at all. Touch me again and see what happens."

Darcy backed away from the glass, some slight wetness in her eyes and elsewhere as she remember that she had indeed begged him more often than not to ravage her, as Loki's face dropped and turned into his hardened smirk meant to strike fear into your heart about what he could do to you given the opportunity.

"We shall see Lady Lewis. You have a marvelous night."

Darcy said nothing and walked from the room. Then she ran all the way to her room at Tony's and cried a few tears, followed by a major overhaul on chocolate ice cream and watching The Hangover to cheer her up...

*During the Night*

Loki focused his mind and Magic. While he had already tried creating a copy of himself outside of the cage to open it, the copies he made only appeared at the doorway inside of the cell. He had tried a multitude of other trick including possession of another's body but all he had succeeded in doing was getting that person to bring him a dessert. Nothing could be done to get him out of the cage and his contact with Thanos and Malekith is unable to happen unless they allowed it, so he could not ask for help until then. He was at an impasse. While meditating he found his thoughts shifting from its normal mantra until they got to the Agent. She intrigued him like no other, yet something at the back of his mind nagged at him when she had appeared in the lab and to every moment he appeared after that. It was like he was missing a vital piece about her, and he was sure this piece could be important to control her with. Maybe he could get her to release him if he could figure out what it was, more than anything he wanted to know how in Hel's mistress she had kicked his ass so easily.

Then Loki was struck with an idea. So he may not be able to possess or compel anyone to release him, but maybe if he just wanted to talk to her at a weak state then he could appear inside of her dreams. She would only think she was dreaming, but he could have his fill of her and determine where she truly stood about him. It would...no he couldn't think like that if his magic was going to work. It must be pure...

After major concentration he found himself floating along a black river of her stream of unconsciousness, he waited until reached a point in her sleep that she could dream and entered. In her mind she was in the middle of battle with a two-headed snake, she battled the snake with ferociously tenacity and it was like she was afraid to cut off either head, even as they both tried to attack her. She simply defended herself against it. He thought it would be the perfect time to "save her" so he moved from his spot from behind a tall tree.

"Would you require some assistance fair maiden?"

Darcy stopped what she was doing and looked over at Loki who was wearing all that damn black leather that made him look all bad boy and hot. The blue in his eyes told her this was something similar to the two-headed monster she current fought.

"That depends on what you think I need help with."

She said pushing one snake head away and kicking to other in the faced quite similar to how she had done to him.

"Why this two-headed snake of course. He is a rather nasty thing isn't he?"

Loki said conjuring up his amour. He was happy in her dreams he had a semblance of his normal powers. He began to fight own side and she fought another, when he thought he had taken down his half of the beast her half struggled hard to carry weight, then it made her job easier. He watched her ponytail swish from side to side, he teeth pulled back in a hiss motion with no sound. His side eventually fell and she looked at it smiling and looked to him, he bright brown eyes smiling back at him as well. He didn't hear his side get back up but she saw it, jumping in front of him to finally cut the head from his side.

"You seemed so apt on not killing the beast. Even now your side remains beaten but alive."

He found himself saying.

"I was always going to kill your side anyway; it was always the bad side. It had to go."

She breathed heavy and stepped farther away from him. He saw an opportunity to change the dream as he felt the current one slipping away. He changed the room so it resembled his on Asgard, silk green sheets, large black bed; it was perfect for what he had in mind. She changed her attire to a green silk negligée, without prompt from him. He instantly hardened at the sight of ample curves encased in the silk on display for him. He moved over to her, in Darcy's mind like a black panther making his way to attack his prey. She shivered under his gaze as he eyes her neck. His markings from their fight littered her delicate neck.

"That will never do."

He waved his hand and healed her wounds. At the tickle on her neck she giggled and touched her neck.

"You rid of those finally."

She said grinning and rubbing her neck now that it was not inflamed.

"Yes, and I plan to remove a lot more than that."

He reached up to remove the tie from her hair, letting it fall around her shoulders, just an inch past her shoulders.

"I want to give you the highest pleasure you've ever known Ms. Lewis, you only have to let me."

A/N: "M Rated scene: Not your things keep scrolling until the last paragraph"

He moved close behind her, letting his hardened length poke her in the lower back, and reaching up to turn her head to softly kiss her cheek, then as his hand drifted lower down her body his lips kissed down her neck until he could tell by her quickened breathing he had found her spot to make her aroused. He removed his hands from palming her breasts to slide up her shoulders and take the spaghetti straps of her gown with them. He sucked upon her spot further, grinning slightly as she moaned with her eyes closed. He returned one hand to palm her breast while the other snaked down her body, stopping to circle lightly around her belly button to then cup her sacred place. She moaned and mewed a little. Wanting to hear more of the delicious sound his trailed his fingers across the already sodden flesh.

"Loki..."

He knew he had to play this correctly, so that meant he could not abandon all and toss her across his footboard and plunge into her without regard like he wanted when she gasped out his name. He had to take his time with her and ease her onto his side. His thumb found the swollen area underneath her hooded area, and then began to rub it causing her legs to twitch in pleasure and then he stopped.

"What are you doing?"

"Shhh"

He shushed her and lifted her leg making her footrest on the sitting chest in front of his bed, then he went back to his previous activity, and moving and unexpected finger inside of her body, to which she arched her back and yelped. He teased her slowing down then pulling out and going back in even slower. He enjoyed her moving in his arms. She had feeble attempts to touch him and take control, but with one extra finger she could only focus on his fingers at played all sorts of delicious tricks on her body. He thrust-ed the two fingers inside her gently at first and she surprised him at becoming insistent he move faster and harder. Soon she was rocking against his hand and he was plunging the two fingers deep inside, she head twisting back and forth on his chest, gripping one of his arms to support herself.

"Mmm... Loki feels so good!"

She kissed him by turning her head. Once he could feel her walls begin to signal her release he started talking to implant him ideas.

"You are meant to be mine."

"I'm already yours! Yes!"

He smirked.

"You like when I make you feel like this, when I give you more pleasure than you have ever experienced."

"Oh Yea"

She half moaned half whined out. Her voice going up a pitch.

"I have done so much for you, but you won't even tell me something as simple as your name.

He said trying to keep with the idea that her subconscious was leaking into her dreams causing his mighty erotic one. The only thing he managed to do was tip her off that something was not right with the dream, although she hadn't stopped rocking against his hand. She turned the tables hoping to trigger something in him or at least get him to agree to admit he played her.

"But Loki you already know my name"

At her odd words he sought out the spongy flesh inside of her, that caused her to shriek and start to tumble over the edge moaning his name.

"Loki! Oh shit I'm coming!"

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He held onto her tightly as she moved around in his arms, and dropped onto his hand.

When she began to come down he snapped his fingers and she found herself chained to the mattress.

"You will receive no more pleasure until you reveal you name siren"

She smirked as he magicked his hand clean.

"Oh that's a shame. Then again you have a cell to wallow in and I have to wake up."

Check and Mate. And with that she winked and he was expelled from her mind and back in his cell and he cursed at his plot being foiled though how had she known?

Darcy woke up covered in her own sweat, and twisted in her sheets. One rub of her legs together, told her that if was all one odd wet dream, and nothing more. She took a shower and climbed back into bed, proceeding to dream about Pikachu stealing her poptarts from her cupboard...

A/N: Well I had loads of fun playing with the symbolism in this chapter...