Author's Note:

Thank you all for the wonderful reviews. Honestly, this story is longer than what I had previously thought it was going to be. I was going for something short and sweet, but the characters just keep going. It's not just me—it's THEM. They want more in the story, so I keep writing. Your reviews go a long way towards the next chapter, as well. Love from you guys makes me smile!

I feel the need to kind of write my heart out here, on why and how I wanted to write Darcy and Loki. There was absolutely nothing between them in the movies. Absolutely nothing. But in a strange warped world, we can see them together, right? I can. As we all like to say...

Mischief and Tasers.

Chapter Fourteen

Darcy wasn't sure what to make out of what had just happened. There was one thing she was sure about though. She turned beneath Loki's arm and looked up into his face.

"Are you trying to start another war?" She questioned.

Loki arched an eyebrow, staring down at the confused brunette half in and half out of his arms. She had absolutely no idea. None whatsoever. The thought left him strangely amused. "While the thought pleases me greatly, no."

Darcy winced at the thought of her now deceased room. Where Loki had made it as fine as a princes room would no doubt look, the memory of what it looked like now was enough to make her cringe. Even in her own sloppiness she couldn't have made that big of a mess. But wait, she wouldn't have to clean it up, would she? S.H.I.E.L.D Personal would see to it, since they thought she'd been attacked.

Fuck yes!

Fuck no to Nick Fury.

Her eyes widened into saucers. Nick Fury. Oh my insane green God glory! Nick Fury had seen her with Loki and then not there with Loki. If there was ever a reason for a hostage situation, there was one now. Whether or not she was a willing hostage, Nick Fury was going to see it as the complete opposite.

"Dare I ask why you are staring at me as if I've grown two heads?"

"You should know. You're reading my mind."

"Actually, no, I'm not. Your mind gives even one such as myself a migraine."

Not funny. Not funny at all, Darcy thought.

Loki grinned, signaling he had caught onto the last thread of thought.

"Nick freakin' Fury is going to have all of his Grade-A Badass men on you! Don't you get that? He probably thinks you're torturing me right now." Darcy said but when she looked around, she didn't see a single torture device handy thankfully. "You don't just take people. Because when you take people, other people take big offense to it. Military big. Nick Fury big. Avengers big. Your big brother kinda big."

Loki rolled his eyes at her exaggerations. That mouth of hers ran rampant when she was frightened. It did the same when she wasn't. He contemplated forcing her vocal cords into silence so he could get a few words in but decided against it. He was enjoying her little temper tantrum.

"If you like, I can return you to Nick Fury and you can explain why I was in your room and where you've been." That would have been a sight to behold, watching her try to explain to the Director how she had traveled between worlds, been confronted by God's and a giant snake.

Darcy opened her mouth and then closed it. She had a lot of explaining to do, didn't she? There was a growing history between Loki and her that had started when she had went with Jane. How was she going to explain that? She didn't want Nick Fury peeking around in her head with his medical team. Well, he wouldn't be doing the peeking around, he'd be watching.

Watching as they dissected.

Shit.

Loki arched an eyebrow. "Are you done now?"

Her shoulders sagged and she nodded. Yes, she was done with her tirade. Loki had seriously just did a mess of her life and she was going to have to find a way out of it. What was Jane thinking right now? Wondering where she was? There wasn't a fat chance in history that Jane hadn't been notified.

So much for Loki being redeemed in S.H.I.E.L.D's eyes. He'd just fucked that up.

Loki gave a soft laugh at the expression on her face. If only she knew what light ran through that blood of hers. He was in no hurry to divulge that information to her just yet. "Now that you're done..."

Darcy looked around and her mouth fell open. "Holy mother of GOD—where are we?" She blurted out, interrupting him.

When Loki had whisked her away, they had re-materialized in a whole different room, void of Nick Fury and his goonies. The room was huge. The walls were gold and the windows were lined with green curtains. On the far wall was a bookcase that stretched from one side to the other, filled with books. Books from ceiling to floor. There was a desk in one corner, along with some cushioned chair across the room and a large, canopied bed covered with green silk sheets.

Green, green, green and gold.

There was no extra pieces of furniture to clutter the room. There was only what was needed. She had never seen anything so...so refined and clean. Even after he'd "cleaned" her room—he'd cheated with that—her room hadn't been no where near as fit as this one was.

She wasn't sure what color the middle carpet was.

The room reminded her of the joys and woes of Asgard and realization dawned. "We're in Asgard!"

"Right you are, Sigyn."

"YOUR room."

"And right you are again, my pet." Loki murmured.

"One nickname is enough, thank you." Darcy snapped out.

Loki gave a soft laugh and watched as she turned in a circle, as if not believing what she saw. She was so accustomed to living in the filth of Asgard that she didn't know what true cleanliness was. He felt a moments pride at the wondrous expression on her face.

She was already at the bookcase and leaning on her tiptoes to see the row right above her head. She pulled out two books but they must have not been to her liking because she dropped them onto the table beside her as she resumed her exploration. Loki took the books she'd left discarded and returned them to their proper place.

"You have a serious case of OCD."

"No, I just prefer organization."

"Same thing."

He reached over her head and plucked a book from the shelf. The book was thick with a well worn binder, the letters engraved in gold in a language that she didn't understand. He didn't have to fight for her attention as he opened the book one handed and then waved his hand over the unfamiliar pages. Darcy watched in amazement as the unintelligible letters seemed to blur and move before they stilled—and she could read them.

Darcy snatched the book out of his hand with no care for his decorum and stared down at the now English language.

She saw Loki for what he was—he was magnificent. He'd made mistakes in his past—ok, some serious fucked up mistakes—but who hasn't made mistakes? Let the person without sin cast the first stone..

No one should be throwing stones at him.

"Is this like, you know, a book about pulling rabbits out of hats?" Darcy asked, turning the page. There was nothing about rabbits, but it was definitely a book of spells. It wasn't some Harry Potter spell book, either. This was way cooler.

"Why pull rabbits out of hats when we can cause so much more mischief?"

Darcy looked up.

Now that he had her attention, Loki could feel the smile tugging at his lips. "You see, Sigyn,"He said and tugged the awful beanie off her head. "Odin wasn't trying to kill you. Perhaps he was trying to punish me again." He ran a hand through her tangled curls and tugged them over one shoulder. "Whatever he intended, is not what I intend."

No, he had something more much defined in mind. Something much more...devious.

"He gave you something. Something you should cherish." Loki pressed his palm against her collarbone and spread his fingers and leaned in, trapping her against the bookcase. He had her full attention now. Good. He took the book from her with his free hand and snapped it shut, efficiently putting it back in its designed spot.

She actually looked nervous. Good.

"He gave you power, Sigyn. Worthiness. You see...it wasn't a bomb or an earthquake that tore your room apart. It wasn't even myself. You did that. You. Your thoughts, your emotions, what He gave to you—made you."

Darcy said the first thing that came to her mind. "You're lying." And then again. "I am not a God."

"Goddess." Loki corrected her.

"Odin hates my guts. Even my intestines."

Loki chuckled and gripped her chin in his hand. "You are." He didn't understand the reason behind Odin, but he was turning what was meant for Odin's own use into his own.

"I'm not. I can't. HOW CAN I BE?"She remembered the ball of light Odin had tried to kill her with—okay, not tried to kill. Loki had done something similar before...No freakin' way. She didn't feel any different. "But I didn't...I didn't do anything to trash my room like that." Darcy looked down at her clothing. "Why am I not wearing a toga? No glowy light?"

Loki couldn't help himself. He laughed. "Am I wearing a Toga? I think not." He shook his head, mirth in his eyes. "The instability in your mind caused that."

"My mind is not unstable." Darcy demanded.

"Yes, it is." Whether or not she agreed was of no consequence to him. "Instability with power can cause havoc. And that is what I need."

"Can I hurt you?" The possibility didn't seem so impossible now. Loki had done it before. To her. She'd seen the reality of it when she'd swept her hand and the books had righted themselves by her own hand.

Loki arched an eyebrow at her question. "Specify the reason for your question."

"You say I'm a God—er, Goddess—strong?"

"Compared to mortals, yes."

"Am I capable of hurting a God?" Like, stronger than Loki.

He shrugged. "Sif has bested me on occasion."

Darcy swung her fist and Loki caught it in mid-air, eyebrow raised. "Such violence."

"Thor is violent."

"He is the God of Thunder."

"And you're the God of Lies."

"Among other things."

"How am I supposed to believe I'm a Goddess if you won't let me test this...stuff out?"

Valhalla, the woman was beautifully insane. Just as crazy as he was. He laughed again.

"Fine." She tugged her fist down and then looked at the room beyond his shoulder. She thought really hard on what she wanted to do and then every single book hit the floor at once and the blanket on his bed rolled to the floor. One of the curtains twisted.

"SHIT." Darcy mouthed. The God of Lies was telling the truth.

A sour look crossed Loki's face when he looked over his shoulder. Disgust filled his expression. Darcy wanted to laugh because he really, really didn't like disarray.

The room righted itself and Darcy wanted to clap her hands.

She took the opportunity to ram Loki football style with her shoulder against his stomach. He budged—but barely. That was all she needed to do. She wasn't naive enough to think she was stronger than Loki. But she was a GOD!

Why would Odin do that?

Why?

Loki stared down at the girl who once again had her arms wrapped around his waist. "What are you doing?"

Darcy stood. She could say that she had tackled the God of Mischief, even if it was only a halfway tackle. "Aren't God's supposed to be...graceful?" Because there was nothing graceful about her. She wasn't a soft hearted individual by any means. She had a filthy mouth and even dirtier thoughts.

Loki laughed. "There is nothing graceful about you, Sigyn."

That actually hurt her feelings. She hid the emotion behind a bout of sarcasm. She could be graceful if she wanted. Anyone could. Even Jane could. "I can walk and chew gum at the same time."

Loki caught her chin again and his smile faded. "You are graceful in your own way. That makes you unique." It annoyed her that he'd chosen that moment to peek into her mind. Why couldn't he take a peek when she was thinking about Thor in the shower or something?

The amusement left her eyes. "Why did he ...you know?" Was it forever? Shit. Good or bad?

"I honestly cannot say. I can, however, say that even he does not know what you're capable of." He did. Her mind may be unstable when comparable to a God of his stature, but she was unlike any other human and Goddess alike. Twice as unique.

"But I only have one question for you, Sigyn."Loki murmured, getting down to the matter at hand. "How would you, as you call it...like to cause mischief with me?"

Darcy wasn't exactly sure what he had in mind, but she remembered Fury's expression when he'd seen Loki. And Odin's treatment of him. She knew Loki was using her as a means to...something. But she was all too happy to let herself be used.

She grinned and nodded. "Mischief and tasers, baby, mischief and tasers."