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Up All Night To Get Loki	By : Artemis_Wilde Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor 2: The Dark World Views: 4344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A clattering of dishes, some very inventive profanities and the smell of burning toast awoke Darcy sometime around midmorning. It took a second for everything to come back to her, slamming into her chest and leaving her breathless.
Another round of clashing and swearing had her climbing out of bed to investigate. She thought for a moment about putting on pants, and then she thought fuck it, this was her home and if she wanted to parade around in an old Van Halen tee that barely covered her ass, that was her prerogative. Loki wasn’t the only one who had assets to show off.
She quickly freshened up and then sauntered out to investigate what trouble the god had gotten himself into.
He was flustered and seemed to be having a dual with the toaster, poking at it hesitantly with a butter knife while whatever was in there continued to burn and billow smoke.
“You know, rule number nine of being mortal is don’t stick pointy metal things into toasters.” She sashayed over to him and plucked the knife out of his fingers before he could do any real damage while he stood transfixed by her bare legs. His eyes moved their way up her body, darkening with desire as they lingered on her lust-hardened nipples that were tight against the thin grey material of her tee. He took a step forward and she stepped back into the bench, he closed the distance between them placing his hands on the countertop to either side of her, caging her in. Darcy’s heart thundered so hard in her chest she was sure Loki would hear it, though she wasn’t sure what she was more afraid of, that he would give in to the passion his eyes promised and ravage her right here on the countertop, or that he wouldn’t. He leaned in, his warm breath caressed her cheek as his eyes, completely devoid of their usual mischief, searched hers.
“Darcy…” he started, his voice raw.
“yes?” she breathed a whisper of the word, afraid to break the spell between them, her face against her will inched closer to his. She craved to be bathed in his dark light.
“ I need…” he began but before he could finish the toaster finally decided to pop and the tension between them snapped. He pushed away and turned from her, running a hand through his hair, “ I need,” he turned back to her, teasing smile in place and eyes twinkling with their usual mischief, “ something to eat. This mortal body seems to require constant sustenance. How do you humans deal with this relentless need? Tell me you can cook?” he implored.
Freed from the tension Darcy was able to breath again, able to wrap herself back up in the sarcasm and irony that she used to deflect any real emotion. She brushed past him and reached for the cereal box in the cupboard above the fridge fully aware that as she stretched she was giving Loki an eyeful of the skimpy black panties that she knew perfectly cupped her ass. Although barely audible, she heard the soft growl that escaped his restraint and a satisfied smile spread across her lips though she schooled her features to disinterest before she turned back to him. “ If by can you cook you mean can I pour cereal and milk into a bowl without setting anything on fire. Then yeah, I’m friggin Iron Chef.”
He gave her a quizzical look, “ Iron…Chef? Is that one of Stark’s?”

The sun had long gone down as they sat on the couch watching the credits roll in silence, Loki was the first to break. “ How long until the next season?” He asked.
“ Um, not till like next year. I still can’t believe you watch Game of Thrones.”
He gave her a dubious look, “ Darcy, I live on Asgard, not under a rock.”
“ Speaking of, what where you doing here in the first place? Before you got zapped.”
“ I’m here on a mission.” He waved his hand dismissively but she didn’t let that dissuade her, “ What mission?” she asked.
He shifted in his seat, “ yes, well, about that. I’m afraid it’s classified. And you, having left the fold so to speak, are no longer privy to these things.” He gave her an apologetic smile and a small shrug.
It stung but it had been her choice to walk away from Asgard, from her duties there. From him.
“ Yeah well I didn’t really want to know anyway.” She said nonchalantly, getting up from the couch she bustled around the kitchen opening and closing all the cupboards. “ Jesus, where has all the alcohol gone? Is this an intervention? Cause I swear I don’t have a problem, I only drink on days I wake up before noon and weekends, cause we all know they don’t count.”
“ Worried you’ll have to endure my company sober?” Loki mused.
More like have to endure herself, or at least her traitorous thoughts. She just had to make it through a little longer and then he would be gone and she could get back to forgetting him.
“ Well it’s decided then.” She declared, “If the booze won’t come to us then we must go to the booze. You in?”
“I might be mortal but I’m still Asgardian. It would be sacrilege to turn down the opportunity for revelry.” He paused giving her a most serious look, “Though I swear on Odin’s left eye if you take me to a Karaoke bar I will turn evil again.”

Walking into the club with Loki by her side was like standing next to a solar eclipse. She had opted for a dance club over a bar hoping to have Loki blend in with the masses. She had been wrong. Even as a mortal he had lost none of his beauty or grace and every head turned to look at him as he walked by. She expected him to lap up the attention, to soak up the adoration. In fact she wouldn’t have been surprised if he had stopped to make a speech. Instead he looked down into Darcy’s eyes, into the very depths of her soul, and placed his hand delicately on the small of her back, “ After you M’lady.”
For a moment, caught in that hypnotic gaze she forgot how to move, how to breathe. In that moment she forgot how to exist.
She broke eye contact and came back to her senses, swatting away his hand and heading towards the bar. “ Don’t call me that.”
Without losing a limb she fought her way through the intoxicated masses to the front of the bar and vied for the bartender’s attention, which she was about to get until a blonde lollipop in a tube dress pushed in front of her. Darcy looked at the back of Lollipop’s bleached locks and tapped her on the shoulder, “ um excuse me.”
Lollipop turned and gave her a damning once over, “ you’re excused.” She turned her attention back to the bar flicking her hair into Darcy’s face. Darcy was about to throw down, or at least give this bitch a piece of her mind when a sure hand settled on her shoulder. Loki gave her a killer smile as he manoeuvred around her “ Allow me.”
He sidled up beside Lollipop with a half smirk and a haughty glint. He turned the charm on, “ What is a delightful creature like you doing fetching your own beverages?”
Darcy watched as Lollipop got caught up in the Loki thrall. “ Um, I don’t know. I was thirsty.” She looked him up and down and definitely liked what she saw. “ Very thirsty.”
He leant in, “ so I’m to assume you don’t have a gentleman in your life?”
“ You mean a boyfriend?” she looked disappointed, “yeah I got one of those.”
He feigned heartbreak, “ I should have known a flower such as you would not be unattached.” He looked around, “ is he here with you? Point him out so I know who my competition is.”
She giggled like a drunken cheerleader and pointed an over-manicured finger. “ Over there, in the blue shirt.”
“ The muscled one with the military haircut?” he confirmed.
She nodded.
“ What a coincidence. I encountered him in the lavatory earlier. You must be Vanessa? He was detailing the many talents your tongue possesses. I must say I’m unequivocally jealous.”
“ Who the fuck is Vanessa? I’m Katelyn.”
Loki pondered for a moment, “ no he definitely said Vanessa. Not a shy wallflower by the sounds of it.” He seemed to notice the anger brewing on Katelyn’s face. “ Oh dear.”
She pushed past him and Darcy, fuming, shouting her boyfriend’s name. Darcy joined Loki at the bar in the freshly vacated spot. “ Why do I get the feeling that is going to come back to bite you on the ass?”
“ Darcy if I was always concerned with the repercussions of my actions I wouldn’t have half the fun I do.”
“ I’ll drink to that.” She turned to Loki, “ what do you say, are you ready to take that mortal liver of yours for a spin?”
“ Do your worst.” He cajoled.
An hour and a half of a bottle of top shelf tequila later and they were both in stitches as Loki finished telling her yet another sordid tale from the halls of Asgard.
“ Suffice to say I’ve never been able to look at that particular statue of my great aunt quite the same way.” He concluded.
Darcy’s sides hurt from laughing so hard, “ and Volstaag?” she asked.
“ Walked with a limp for near on two weeks.” He chuckled, “ and it was many more before he would look any of us in the eye.”
Darcy poured them both another drink and they clinked their glasses together clumsily and drank to the many misadventures of their pasts.
Snuggling back into the comfort of the couch she sighed contently. “ I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.” She raised her glass, “ thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Loki replied.
“ Actually I was talking to the tequila.” She burst into more fits of laughter at the look on his face. “ I’m kidding. I’m kidding.” She tried to assure him.
“ You wound me, Darcy.”
“ The booze has been great but I have to admit the company has been exceptional.” She conceded.
“ Save your pandering, I’ve moved on.” he declared loftily though Darcy could’ve sworn she saw a hint of satisfaction from her words. Before she could analyse him any further he stood and stretched, his tee lifting to show of a decent sliver of his taught stomach and Darcy had to force herself not to stare.
“ I think I would like to dance.” Loki declared.
“You dance?” she couldn’t mask the scepticism in her words.
“ Would you care to join me?” he held out a hand to her.
“ I don’t dance.” She shook her head and stared at his hand like it was a angry snake.
“ suit yourself.” He retracted the invitation his hand offered and made his way to the dance floor without her.
Darcy could only watch on as a horde of beautiful woman closed ranks around him, their eyes full of suggestive promises.
She didn’t like to dance but she would have liked for him to try a little harder to get her out there.
But this was what she wanted wasn’t it? To put a distance between them, to make it easier to ignore those feelings she pushed deep, deep down into the darkest recesses of her heart.
She caught glimpses of him through the undulating bodies, and found to her surprise that the God of Mischief was a demon on the dance floor. His movements were confident and laden with the promise of his sexual promise. He divided his attention between the women expertly, making sure to give them each just enough to keep them panting for more. Darcy was both erotically transfixed by him, and insanely jealous, and had to resist the insane urge to storm out there and claim him as her own. She settled for drinking more and sulking on the couch while the club raged on around her.
Why was it so hard to reconcile what she knew in her brain? She knew that it was a hopeless endeavour to pursue anything with Loki and that it would only end in her heartbreak, yet her heart yearned none the less.
If she thought she could fuck him and get it out of her system she would have already done it and still be living in Asgard. But just like with Krispy Kreme she knew that one time would never be enough, not when Loki Laufeyson and her heart were involved.
The tide of bodies on the dance moved this way and that, slaves to the pounding of the bass. She searched for him among them, sure she had seen a glimpse of him only moments before but now he was gone. She knew she shouldn’t care, that he really wasn’t her responsibility. How much trouble could one God of Mischief get into, especially while mortal. She thought about it for all of two seconds before getting up.
Probably a lot.
She entered the throng of sweaty half-naked bodies, pushing her way through their writhing, swaying forms as the music and lights assaulted her senses. Her eyes swept the faces all around her but none were the one she was looking for. The seconds ticked by and she began to worry, a thousand and one scenarios flashed in her mind. There were still plenty of people who remembered that day in New York and didn’t buy into the ‘reformed’ thing, people that could recognize him. She cursed at herself for being so stupid, letting him out without his magic what had she been thinking. This was Loki and trouble always found him.
The music changed up and the dancing went up a notch, fighting against the flow as she was Darcy got bumped and knocked around until she finally made it to the other side. She stumbled clear and looked around. This side of the club was all shadowy alcoves and dark nooks perfect for illicit trysts and illegal dealings. She began looking into their depths, unsure of what she was more afraid of, finding him beaten half to death or happily entwined in some female company.
She was so fucking over this.
Leaning against a pillar she was taking a moment to gather herself when a hand grab hers and hauled her into the darkness.
His scent enveloped her as he pulled her against him, her back flush against his front he placed his hands surely on her hips, and leaning in he whispered in her ear, “ Dance with me.”
With his hands guiding her movements they danced, a slow seduction not to any music that the ear could hear but to the song that longed to escape from her heart.
She let her hair fall to one side as she tilted her head and exposed the expanse of her bare neck at him. He took the bait, his breath tickled against her flesh as his lips stopped just short of touching, driving her to the edge of madness until she was given the barest of reprieves as they brushed shyly against her skin. He nuzzled into her and gave her the smallest of nips on her earlobe and still she didn’t pull away. Instead she closed her eyes and leant into him, no longer needing his guidance to find the rhythm of their song. His hands began to explore, moving about her stomach and up and down her sides, and then lower until it was skin against skin. His fingertips traced maps to the stars there, gooseflesh rising wherever they touched as they slowly, agonizingly so, made their way higher and higher. Dipping beneath the hem of her skirt his hand moved to the inside of her thigh where his fingers continued their upward exploration until finally, tentatively, they brushed against her silken panties and she jolted at the sensation. He immediately froze, “ if you want me to stop, just say the word.”
One simple word so easy to say, at least in theory, but his touch had ignited her and it was too late to put out the fire. She was so tired of denying herself what she wanted most.
Him.
She reached up with one hand to caress his face and with the other she took his hand and guided it down the front of her underwear.
It was all the answer he needed.
He explored her softly at first, teasing tiny gasps from her as he grazed his fingertips over her bud, sending little lightning strikes through her and only when he had her writhing wantonly against him did he delve into her depths. At first one finger and then two, Darcy couldn’t contain the moan they elicited, and as the pad of his thumb stroked circles around her clit the tension began building in her core.
His free hand found its way beneath her shirt, under her bra where he massaged her breast and softly pinched her puckered nipple. The pleasure built within her, she rocked against Loki’s hand in time to the slow fucking of his fingers, felt his hardness at the small of her back throb in response to her movements. Then he hooked his fingers inside her and found that elusive spot, Darcy didn’t even have time to register the shot of pleasure that rushed through her before she came. Shattering apart, every cell in her body rippled with electric bliss and she cried out before he clamped a hand gently over her mouth to stifle the sound while he pumped his fingers deep within her extending the waves of pleasure.
Without giving her a moment to recover he spun her around and pinned her against the wall. Their heavy breaths mingled in the dark inches between them, Darcy could feel his proximity like static crackling against her skin. She wanted to feel him against her, have him crush her to him until they couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended.
Instead he kept that briefest of distance, only letting his hands touch her as they glided up her thighs, hiking her skirt up and stopping at the waistband of her panties. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic and began sliding them down, slowly, sensually, as he himself slid down to his knees in front of her. With gentle nips and nibbles his mouth worked its way up the inside of her thighs and Darcy could already feel the heat of wanting blossoming again between her legs.
With a commanding movement Loki swung her leg over his shoulder, leaving her completely open and exposed to him. Several seconds ticked by and they seemed an eternity to Darcy as she trembled in anticipation, his breath teasing against her wet cleft.
When he finally plunged in her legs buckled under the ecstasy but Loki’s strong arms held her steady while his hot mouth began its divine assault on her sex. His tongue expertly licked and lapped in his worship at the altar that was her cunt, his fingers digging deep into the flesh of her backside as he held her to him. This was no gentle exploration, Loki’s mouth was fucking her senseless. She wrapped her fingers up in his soft tresses and bucked her hips against him as he grazed his teeth over her clit and drove her wild. When he plunged that talented tongue deep inside her Darcy felt, to her surprise, a second climax escalating within her. Loki returned his attention to her bundle of nerves, ravaging it with everything he had and it wound her up quickly. Gripping him against her even tighter she let out a moan and he growled against her in aroused response. It was enough to finally send her tumbling over the edge and she came harder than she ever had before, flying apart so completely she was sure she could never be put back together. Loki clamped down over her clit and drew out every earth-shattering shudder.
As she pieced herself back together he pulled away and guided her trembling legs back into her underwear, pulling them up and lowering her skirt back onto place. Rising back up to his full height he reach out in the dark and caressed her jaw, running his thumb over her parted lips.
“You are without a fucking doubt the single most sexy creature I have ever laid eyes on.” he purred, “ and delicious too.”
As she settled back into herself she wished could feel regret over what had just happened but instead the feelings she had been running from were now bubbling up, refusing to be pushed aside anymore. It was just as she had feared; one taste was never going to be enough.
“I can’t do this.” She declared, ducking around him she found her way back out into the light before he caught up to her, “Darcy, wait.” He grabbed her upper arm and spun her around to face him though she refused to look at him. “ Loki, please,” she raised her eyes to meet his, “ just let me go.”
Releasing the grip he had on her arm he watched as she fled, disappearing into the crowd. Sighing deeply he muttered to no one but himself, “ I can’t.”
And with that he chased after her.
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