A/N: this chapter is longer and has some smut in it. enjoy!

darcy/tony/loki – trick or treat

Darcy is pretty sure that it was Tony Stark's idea to have an annual S.H.E.I.L.D. Halloween party and she's pretty sure that Nick Fury either doesn't care to join in on the festivities or he simply doesn't know about it. Regardless, Darcy is psyched that it's happening because she hasn't been to a Halloween party in years.

She didn't really know what to expect, but she was wowed when she walked into the party room. The room was transformed into a spooky themed haunted house. There were fake cobwebs hanging on the walls and the ceiling (at least she hoped they were fake), the lights were dimmed down considerably, they put something on the walls that made them look like rotting wood, gigantic spiders were hanging from the ceilings (once again, she hoped they were fake). Tony may be annoying, but he can decorate a room! She thought fully ready to party.

She wasn't all that surprised when an already drunk Tony Stark dressed as Superman approached her with a stupid grin on his face. She prepared for the worst.

"Catwoman, you made it!" He greeted with a drunken grin.

Darcy rolled her eyes. "Tony, I told you I was coming like fifteen times."

He burst out laughing. "You're coming, huh?" Then he laughed some more.

Darcy blinked. Really? He's a thousand times worse drunk.

"Did you come to whip me?" He asked pointing at the whip hanging on her belt. "I never realized how big your twins are, by the way."

Oh yes, much-much worse. She knew that it was a bad idea dressing in a faux leather body suit with cat ears and a whip was a bad idea. It's just that she wanted to be sexy too. Jane was dressed as sexy Tarzan Jane (guess who her Tarzan is), Natasha dressed as Power Girl, and even Pepper looked damn hot as Wonder Woman. No one at S.H.E.I.L.D. ever noticed her. She wanted to be a sexy awesome woman too! What better than Catwoman?

But Tony was being drunk and stupid now. No one talks about her girls.

"Ooooh, I am so telling Wonder Woman what you just said!" She threatened him immaturely.

Tony's eyes went wide. "Later!" And then he scurried off.

Grinning in triumph, Darcy sauntered over to the 'bar'. There was a punch bowl and she's 99.9 percent sure that it's spiked. She poured herself a big cup.

"Well, me-ow!"

Being that she already encountered drunken Tony, when Darcy turned around she was expecting Clint, or one of the S.H.E.I.L.D. agents, maybe even Steve… Hell, maybe even Coulson! She was not expecting Loki. Drunk Loki especially. Can gods even get drunk? She wondered. Apparently they could.

There was a big doofy grin on his face, his eyes were glazed over, and for some reason he was holding a chocolate cupcake.

"Hellloooo, kitty-cat."

"Oh dear god, what did you drink and how much of it?" She asked seriously, but for some reason Loki thought it was hilarious and he laughed.

"I have had twenty of the celebratory drinks called 'vodka shots'." He replied proudly and Darcy nearly dropped her spiked punch.

She's 100 percent sure Tony had something to do with that. Probably challenged him to a drinking contest or something. However, she would get plastered off of like two vodka shots. How the hell was he able to have twenty? Darcy quickly reminded herself that he is a god and he is now currently drunk.

"That's crazy—and Loki, why aren't you dressed up?"

"I am dressed up, kitty-caaaaattttt." He sang and she's positive that she's never seen him this happy before. Drunk, but happy. He was having a good time.

"It's Catwoman." She corrected him. "And Loki, you're dressed in a business suit. An expensive looking suit, but a suit nonetheless."

"I am a mortal business man." He replied giving her a wink and she giggled despite herself.

"That's hardly a costume, stupid. How about you be Bruce Wayne instead?" She suggested suddenly getting a bright idea. "Ohmigod! You can be my Batman!"

"Who?" Loki tilted his head to the side adorably.

Since when is Loki adorable? Pull yourself together, Darcy. You haven't even had a drink yet! She scolded herself.

"Don't worry about it." She assured then looked down at his hand. "Now what's with the cupcake?"

He suddenly snapped out of his confusion and beamed brightly. "Ohhh, it's a delicious chocolate cupcake. Here, taste it!" He then shoved the cupcake onto Darcy's face.

"Dammit, Loki!" She yelled over his laughter and the music, and she tried wiping the smeared cupcake off of her face.

"Oh, let me help you with that." Loki got very into her personal space then began licking the chocolate frosting off of her face making sensual 'mmm' sounds. Darcy's eyes went wide and she nearly jumped back, but his arms flew out, wrapped around her waist, and held her in place. He continued licking her face and damn, it feels good. She thought in a haze. Pushed up against her, Darcy felt a certain 'hard' organ in his pants. 'Damn, he's big. 'He suddenly stopped and she made an involuntary sound of protest. "Darcy… you're wet."

She nearly choked. "W-what?" She questioned stunned. "Ho-how the hell do you know that?"

Loki grinned like Cheshire cat. "Because you just told me." He replied wolfishly and Darcy gulped. "Aaaand—" He then promptly grabbed her 'love canal' as she so affectionately put it. She squeaked in surprise. "I can even feel it through your leather suit, you naughty kitty-cat."

He began rubbing his long fingers against her. She bit down on her bottom lip. Hard. She was near tears. Behind the embarrassment of it all, it felt so damn magnificent and even though she was embarrassed beyond belief, she didn't want it to stop. Stupid god of mischief!

"You are a pretty kitty, Darcy. You want to play fetch?" He asked rubbing a little harder now.

She was trying not to moan. "Loki, dogs—oh god—dogs play fetch, not cats." She whispered, hoping to god that no one saw them. The last thing she needed was for everyone to think that she was some freak who did sexual things in public. "Loki, stop! There are people here! It's a damn party!" She whispered harshly grabbing his wrist and trying to push his hand away.

"What people?" He asked coyly.

Everything went dark then and Darcy felt confined. "Loki… are we in a closet?"

"Yes."

"You are so fucking weird! You are never allowed to have vodka shots ever again." She stated firmly and after a quick thought she added, "Or eating chocolate cupcakes."

In the dark janitor's closet, Darcy's tone spoke of no arguments, but Loki was… well, he was Loki.

"I do what I want, kitty-cat."