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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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Loki caught up to her quickly and she was almost in reach when a rough fist grabbed at him, twisting up in his shirt and pulling him up short. He tried to shake it off but was held firm, not used to the weak human body. “ Unhand me you brute.” He growled, keeping his eyes on Darcy he watched as she pushed her way to the fire exit where she disappeared though a door and into the night.
“ I hear you been telling my lady I’m foolin’ around on her. You and me gonna have some words about that.”
Loki dragged his eyes away from the empty space where Darcy had just been and turned them on the man who had just spoken. It took a few seconds for Loki to recognise him as the boyfriend of the twit at the bar he had manipulated earlier. Darcy had been right; it had come back to bite him. While almost a foot shorter than the god, he had an air about him that told Loki he was accustomed to getting things his way, by force if necessary.
“ Take your need to quarrel elsewhere, mortal, I’ve no time for this.”
“ What you gonna do it about?” the boyfriend gave Loki a firm shove.
Loki took a settling breath, relaxed his shoulders and closed his eyes. When he opened them it was with the full force of Loki Laufeyson behind them, a thousand year old God that was not to be trifled with, for though he may not have his magic he had not lost his power. Teeth clenched tight with restraint his stare burned holes through the other man’s soul. “ Let me go,” he ground out, “ or your future holds naught but pain.”
That gaze, it had brought gods to their knees in times gone by and it did not fail him now. This mortal looked into the eyes of one who had seen the darkest despair the universe had to offer and he found himself wanting.
He let go of Loki’s shirt, “sorry man, my mistake.”
Loki seethed at him, “ indeed.”
Following Darcy’s path he barged through the door, the crisp night air washing over him, along with the stench of garbage and vomit and piss that accompanied most alleyways. He looked both ways, searching for any sign of Darcy as she couldn’t have gotten far but the alley was empty. Walking in the direction of the main street, his foot knocked against something on the ground. Stopping, he leant down and picked it up, recognising it immediately as Darcy’s taser.
“Darcy?” he called out, a tiny seed of fear blossoming in his gut. “Darcy, can you hear me?”
A small whimper and the sounds of scuffling were all he needed to take off running in their direction taking him out the end of the alley in time to see Darcy being bundled into a van down the street. The van began to drive off with the door still open and he put everything into his legs to catch up with it. He got so close, enough so to see inside and lock eyes with Darcy. She lunged forward towards him, crying out his name, but was yanked back away from him and the door slid closed in his face. He slammed a useless human fist against it several times before the driver put his foot down and the van fishtailed away.
He swore ferociously, profanities that hadn’t been uttered in a thousand years were given new life on his loquacious tongue. But he gave himself only a moment to indulge his anger and then he went to work. Retracing his steps he found where the van had been parked, the ground was dry there but the surrounding area was wet and looked like it had been raining steadily for at least an hour. This was no random attack. There would have been plenty of opportunities to take any random person but they had waited for her specifically. But why Darcy, why now?
He picked up a scrap of paper, a valet stub from a very exclusive hotel and he immediately knew who had taken her, he also knew it was because of him. Loki’s mind started whirring and he began to form his plan of attack. Whatever it took, he was getting Darcy back.

*

Darcy felt thin tethers of consciousness tugging at her from far away, coaxing her back to the waking world and into her body, which felt heavy and cumbersome. She didn’t want to leave the warmth and weightlessness of sleep but something niggled in the corner of her mind and she knew it was time to wake up. Slowly her senses began to register; there was the heady scent of jasmine hanging lazily in the air and the soft hum of melodic strings being plucked by an expert hand. Her eyelids were as heavy as cannonballs so she stopped trying to open them, shifting her body as much as she could while her sleepy limbs still felt like they were laden with lead. She could feel she was lying on something soft and silken and definitely not her bed. Where was she?
Memories began filtering through; Loki showing up at her apartment, going out for a drink and then what had taken place in the dark. Her face flushed red hot at that memory. She remembered running off and leaving the club and the two men that had followed her out. She had tried to use her taser on them but she was drunk and they had caught her off guard, adeptly disarmed her.
Natasha would be disappointed in her.
One of the men had clamped a hand over her mouth and she had been overpowered by the scent of tobacco ingrained deeply in his skin from a lifetime of smoking. They dragged her into a nearby van, and though she kicked and fought they were able to get her into the back. The van began to move and she had looked up out of the still open door where she had locked eyes with Loki as he desperately tried to reach her. She tried to get to him but her kidnappers had held her tight and closed the door on her only hope. She tried kicking and fighting but one of the men jabbed a needle into her neck and oblivion had taken her swiftly into its arms.
So here she was, all drugged up, waking in a strange place and a quick survey with her hands told her that yep she was naked. It was college all over again.
With an effort greater than she thought she could muster Darcy opened her eyes and was greeted with the sight of the most beautiful woman she had ever laid eyes on. Blond tresses that glowed as if their own personal sun shone down on them, almond eyes so bright they could have been emeralds and perfectly flawless sun-kissed skin. Darcy had lived amongst those who would be known as gods and goddesses, but this woman made her believe that she was in the presence of true divinity. She felt a sense of calm and belonging, like she was finally home, and suddenly nothing else in the world mattered more than doing this celestial being’s every bidding.
“ You’re awake, little dove. I was afraid my boys might have been a little heavy handed in their dosage.” She cooed, sitting in an Edwardian reading chair like it was her throne. Darcy opened her mouth to speak but the woman held up a finger to silence her.
“We will get down to business in a moment, but first a test of faith.”
Darcy stilled her tongue and listened intently as the woman continued.
“It would make me so very happy if you would go and stand on the balcony railing.” She said sweetly.
Only to happy to comply, Darcy eagerly ran out through the French doors and into the brisk morning air. Unconcerned by her nakedness or the fact she was over twenty-five stories up she climbed onto the stone balustrade; her toes dangled carefree over the edge.
The goddess came to stand behind her, “ If I asked it of you, would you jump?”
The wind whipped Darcy’s hair about her and she looked over her shoulder, smiling widely at the happiness she felt being able to do her mistresses bidding, “ of course. Is that what you want?” she fervently asked and made ready to jump.
“ Not right now, dove. You can climb down, I think I have proved my point.”
Darcy couldn’t believe this goddess was deigning to even speak to her, she was so lucky just to be in her radiant presence let alone have her musical voice caress her ears.
But the moment her feet hit the floor the goddess gave her a wolfish grin and nonchalantly waved her hand, the way a magician weaving his magic might, and the spell dropped. Darcy’s mind was hers again, though it felt like she had been violated down to her very soul. Now when she looked upon the woman with clear eyes she saw nothing more than a mediocre beauty with cruelty and madness itching beneath her skin. Just what she needed, another Asgardian with too much magic and not enough marbles.
Perfect.
Her eyes ran the length of Darcy’s nakedness and when Darcy moved to cover herself a flick of the woman’s wrist and she was immobilised by invisible bonds. “ Where am I? Who are you?” she seethed, struggling against the unseen ties.
“ How remiss of me, child. I am Amora and you are guest in my home.” Amora walked back inside, her power lifting Darcy and floating her along behind her. She gestured around the room, “It was the presidential suite but I had to make a few alterations to suit my taste. Do you like?”
Darcy felt her leash loosen enough so that she could move her head and take in her surrounds. The base was a richly decorated upper east side apartment but then there were Grecian columns laden with vines, marble statues all of Amora, platers laden with every fruit you could imagine and fountains whose water disappeared into thin air. And of course, a bunch of naked men. Real life Magic Mikes all in various acts of servitude; holding a jug of wine, fanning Amora with palm leaves, playing a lute or just standing around like flesh statues.
“ Yeah it’s great. Looks like an ancient Greek cliché threw up in here.” She answered. Amora’s blazing smile faltered and Darcy realised she was going to have to tread a little more carefully if she was going to make it out of here alive.
“Do you know why you are here?” Amora asked her.
“ I do not.” Darcy replied shacking her head and schooling her voice to remain calm and courteous.
Amora feigned disinterest, focusing intently on her manicure, “ I’m going to ask you a few questions and I am giving you this one chance to be completely honest with me.”
“ And if I’m not?”
She met Darcy’s eyes, “ Do you remember how you felt standing out on that balcony?”
“like if you had asked me to jump I would have and been happy about it and smiled all the way until splat.”
“ Exactly.” She stood from the chair and approached Darcy, a predator stalking its prey. Sticking a finger under Darcy’s chin she tilted her face up.” I can make you mine with just a thought and you will not even realise it. So be a good girl and answer my questions truthfully.”
“ Why don’t you just make me all zombie slave now? I’d answer you truthfully and you would know for sure.”
“ Because it is never any fun if I can’t taste the fear.”
Darcy gulped, trying to get a handle on the very real fear that was turning the blood in her veins ice cold, “ What do you want to know?”
“ I want to know what he sees in you.”
“Who?”
“ No lies remember dove, feigning ignorance is as much a lie as any.”
“ You mean Loki?”
“ Who else.”
“ I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“ I want you to tell me why my dark prince has spent months, MONTHS, ignoring me, choosing instead to watch over a stupid filthy little human.”
While Darcy took exceptional offence at that she kept her numerous retorts to herself. Though at the time on the balcony she hadn’t been scared, the memory of the long drop down turned her legs to jelly and if it weren’t for Amora’s magic she would have crumpled to the ground. She did not want to end up out there again.
“ I have no idea what you are talking about. Until the other night I hadn’t seen Loki since I left Asgard last year.”
“ Stupid human. I felt his presence in this city almost a year ago. I waited patiently for him to come to me. It had been so long between drinks for us, so to speak, but he always comes back. Until now. Days, weeks, months have gone by. So I decided to see what was keeping my lover from my bed, which as it turns out was you. He was always watching over you, usually under glamour or from the shadows, but I always know him. I thought it must have been some mission that stupid oaf brother of his had sent him on and I left it, not wanting to interfere. And then I get word from my spies inside Asgard that he is on some sort personal leave.” Amora scoffed, “personal leave? The Prince of Lies does not take personal leave and yet there he is, following you around like some lovesick poet.” She leaned in close, close enough that Darcy could smell the wine that lingered on her lips. “Who are you that he would devote such time and effort into you?”
Darcy looked directly into Amora’s crazed gaze, and with a truth she felt in her very soul she answered, “ To Loki? I am a silly human girl. I am nothing.” Amora searched Darcy’s face for some sort of tell or sign that she was lying but found none, “ As you say.” She acceded, backing out of Darcy’s face,“ Then why is he so transfixed by you?” she asked almost petulantly.
“ I don’t know.” Darcy replied honestly.
Darcy kept her cool on the outside but inside was a tumult of thoughts and emotions. Had Loki really been watching her all this time? She didn’t know whether to be angry, embarrassed or flattered. Had Jane sent him? She had been concerned with Darcy’s sudden departure. Or was it some sort of game? Was Amora lying, toying with her?
Amora huffed and dropped back into her throne-chair, “ this is not fun at all. You know nothing useful.” She waved her hand and Darcy felt love for this heavenly creature bloom throughout her very soul. Free now from her magical shackles she scurried to sit at her mistress feet where she gazed adoringly at Amora and knew she would do anything for her. All thoughts of Loki fled as her mind devoted itself to nothing but her wonderful Goddess.
“ How can I please you mistress?” she asked.
Amora gave her a dismissive glance, “ugh you are nowhere near attractive enough to be allowed to pleasure me. Here,” she conjured a delicate stiletto blade and dropped it unceremoniously in front of a prostrate Darcy, sighing with acute boredom. “ Take that and carve my name into your flesh until you run out of room.”
Darcy picked up the knife and gladly pressed it against her inner forearm. The blade was so sharp it needed only the slightest pressure to bite in and she began on the A, humming happily to herself as she went.
She was halfway through the R on her third ‘AMORA’, this one on the back of her hand, when the shouting began. At first it was far away, maybe on the floor below but it swiftly came closer and closer accompanied by the thuds and thumping of fighting and Darcy looked to her mistress to make sure she wasn’t concerned.
Amora clicked her fingers and her previously naked menservants were suddenly decked out in SWAT gear. “ Go see to that.” She commanded.
Darcy paid no attention keeping her focus on the knife and her duty, ignoring the growing noises of combat, the sticky blood cooling quickly on her skin and even the pain. She didn’t even look up when the double doors were kicked open and the ominous booted footfalls casually stalked across the marble floor towards them.
“ Your welcoming committee leaves a lot to be desired.” Loki drawled, catching his reflection in one of the many mirrors he slowly licked the pad of his thumb and wiped away at a single drop of blood that marred his cheek.
“ You don’t call, you don’t write. What’s a girl to think?” Amora asked petulantly.
“ After Berlin? I was pretty sure if you ever saw me again you were going to skin me alive.”
“ That was almost a century ago. I got over it.”
“ My current state as a mortal says as much.”
“ I wanted to get your attention.”
“ Well you have it now.”
Amora stood up and slunk towards him, “ I better make good use of it then.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew his mouth down to hers. He kissed her with passion and abandon that left her breathless and full of the contentment one finds when they get their own way. She tucked her head under his chin as he held her close.
Darcy had been blissfully oblivious to everything around her as she decided on the next place to begin carving but then she noticed Amora was no longer by her side. Terror of abandonment flooded her and she looked up searching for her goddess who was only a few feet away in the arms of Loki. Darcy felt unfathomable relief as she looked lovingly upon Amora, until her eyes met those of Loki looking directly at her. In an instant Darcy was herself again, like waking abruptly from a nightmare and she began to freak out over her predicament. There was blood everywhere and she felt the pain from her self-inflicted wounds let alone the fact she was naked. Her hands began shaking and she dropped the knife looking to Loki for a sign of some sort that he was going to help her. He was stroking Amora’s hair but subtlety placed a finger to his lips telling her to keep quiet. She returned it with a look that said ‘what the fuck are you waiting, for hurry up and get me away from this crazy bitch’. He mouthed back ‘trust me’ and that was all the time they got as Amora looked up and he devoted his attention back to her.
“ I have so missed you, my love.” He cooed.
Amora traced her pointed emerald-painted fingernail down his chest, “ are you sure about that, Loki? I gave you every opportunity to come grovelling back to me and yet you spend you time watching over some insipid mortal girl.”
“ I have my orders.”
“ The Loki I know would never take orders from his brother. Besides, my spies tell me no such thing.”
“ Are your spies privy to every word out of the kings mouth? Sure they may be able to relay to you maters of court but not when a command is given in secret.”
“ So this is your lot now? Playing guard dog for your brother while he sits on the throne?”
“ I do what I must to ensure his trust. I haven’t fully reclaimed it so if needs me to watch over some silly Midgard girl, I will. I will gladly, humbly even, carry out every innocuous errand until the stupid oaf trusts me again. Every trite step brings me closer to the throne.” He smiled maliciously. Darcy’s blood ran cold at the sight of it, and the words out of his mouth. She did not want to believe them, she knew they had to be lies and yet they were so convincing, ringing of truth that left her swirling in despair.
“You have a plan then?” Amora asked.
“ I always have a plan.” He replied. So fast that she wasn’t even really sure she saw it, his eyes flicked to Darcy’s, silently conveying that the words were actually for her.
“ So you really didn’t choose that ugly human girl over me?” Amora whined, twirling her fingers through his hair.
He barked out a cold laugh, “ Is that what you thought? I am not my brother who seems to be able to see past these mortal’s filthy bloodlines as if they were actually worthy of a god’s time, let alone affections. I wouldn’t sully myself in that girl’s flesh even if you promised me all of Asgard, it’s akin to bestiality. I would do a lot of morally corrupt things to win the throne, but there are just some lines one does not cross. I am simply doing a good thing now so that later on I can do very, very bad things.”
Darcy felt the hot tears welling in her eyes as his words confirmed her worst nightmare. They had cut into her like a rusty saw; a slow and painful shredding of her soul. She should never have let him back into her life, it just gave her an excuse to entertain the hopes that now caused her so much pain as they were ripped away by his careless words.
“I can think of some bad thing we can do right now.” Amora suggested, unclasping a diamond broach at her shoulder that caused her dress to float to the floor and left her stark naked.
Loki took her in his arms and began laying kisses down her neck, along her collarbone and then, much to Darcy’s horror and disgust, Amora’s breasts, as he pushed her down onto the settee. When Amora’s moans of pleasure reached Darcy’s ears she knew it was time to get the fuck out of there. Screw Loki. The only problem was she couldn’t get to the door without being seen. She would have to wait until Amora was completely preoccupied with Loki. Darcy just hoped she didn’t stab her eyes out before then. Picking up her only weapon, the bloodied knife, she waited for an opportunity to escape to present itself.
“You taste better than I remember.” Loki mumbled around a mouthful of Amora’s breast.
“ And your tongue is just as talented as always.” She replied breathlessly. His hand found its way between her legs and she moaned her acquiescence, “ your fingers too.”
“You never could get enough of me. And usually I am equipped to keep up with your voracious appetite. But alas, without my powers we will just have to do it the same way the mortals do.” He sighed with forlorn and continued to pleasure her, but she pulled away from him.
“ No, no that will not do. If we are going to do this then it has got to be earth-shattering. I’m going to need at least three Lokis, probably four. We have a century to make for after all.” She smiled greedily and produced a golden crystal out of thin air and closing it within her hand she crushed it into sand which glittered like diamond dust when she opened her palm. “You’ll need your power back if we want to do this right.” With a short and sharp exhalation she blew the dust into Loki’s eyes and they flared with golden light for several seconds before fading back to their glorious green.
Darcy watched all this with trepidation, hope was such a difficult thing to snuff out completely and hers had flared as she witnessed Loki manipulate Amora into giving him his powers back.
I always have a plan.
Darcy let the flame of that hope catch fire within her chest. Despite the ugly words he had said and the disgusting things he was doing Darcy realised she trusted that he was going to get them out of this mess. This was all just part of his plan and Amora had naively sashayed right onto it.
Darcy smiled.
Loki straightened and closed his eyes as he felt his magic, the very essence of himself, return to him. It flooded his veins like warm honey and he welcomed its embrace.
“All better now, my love?” Amora questioned as she wrapped herself around him, “Ready to have some real fun?” she went to kiss him but he stood, shirking her affections.
“ What is it, lover?” she stood and tried to drape her naked body about him but he pushed her away.
“ You never change, do you?” Loki chuckled, “ So sure that you can control men with your wiles, that we want nothing more than to exist within your embrace. So certain that all I wanted was you, you didn’t even hesitate to give me my power back.”
Amora’s face went from confusion to anger but before she could lash out Loki bound her with magic, just as she had done to Darcy.
“ You lied. You tricked me.” she seethed, her face turning a blotchy red as she struggled futilely against Loki’s magic.
“ You make it too easy, Amora. Really, you should know by now not to trust my words, but you never learn.” He chastised.
“ You would incur my wrath just to get you power back a day early? ”, searching his face for answers Amora continued, “ no, this is more than that. This is about her.” She spat. “You would choose that human over me!” her screeching voice escalated, “ I will never release her from my thrall. If you care for her then you can watch her die.” she captured Darcy in her gaze, “ slit your throat.” She commanded. Darcy brought the knife level with her throat and a viscous smile of victory spread across Amora’s cruel face until Darcy dropped the knife unceremoniously to floor. “Not today biatch.” She declared smugly to a confused Amora.
Loki smiled warmly at her, “ that’s my girl.”
“Eyes up here sailor.” Darcy admonished, trying to cover her nakedness.
“ I’ll do you one better.” He countered, and with a click of his fingers Darcy was no longer naked, instead she had on her trusty combat boots and ripped black jeans and a suspiciously low cut singlet. She gave him a wry look, “ you didn’t see enough of them before?”
He feigned innocence and shrugged his shoulders but his eyes sparkled with mischief and Darcy just shook her head, smiling in her resignation.
“Impossible.” A stunned Amora chocked out, “ I have not released my hold over you, you should not be able to ignore my commands.”
“Get over it. Your Jedi mind tricks are obviously no match for my awesome brain.”
“ Stupid girl. Nothing but my own will can break that spell.” She looked thoughtful for a moment, “ except for…” horror contorted her features and she directed her furious glare back to Loki, “ you have got to be fucking kidding me.”
“ My, my! So vulgar. Anymore of that and I’ll have to silence that filthy mouth.” Loki warned.
“ What is she talking about?” Darcy asked.
“ I am talking about the fact that there is only one thing powerful enough to break my thrall.” She looked at Loki, “ did you know?”
“I suspected.” He mused, eyes flicking to Darcy he looked directly into her soul, “ I hoped.”
Darcy wasn’t sure what she was missing but she didn’t really care, not when Loki looked at her like that.
“ This is an abomination!” Amora cried out, “ this mortal harlot isn’t fit to lick the dirt from my feet let alone be your…” Darcy’s fist connecting with Amora’s nose cut off her tirade. The Asgardian, still frozen in place, howled in anger and pain. “ I am going to skin you alive and then make you eat it, peasant wench. Mark my words, I will m.…oooff.” Darcy silenced her with a swift kick right into Amora’s crotch.
Loki raised his eyebrows at her, “ you are aware she is a woman. I’m told the effect isn’t quite the same.”
“yeah, trust me it doesn’t tickle.” Darcy replied.
Tears streamed down Amora’s face and she whimpered in pain. “As you say.” Loki conceded. “ Well, Amora. It’s been fun but lets send you on your way shall we? I’ve got the perfect dimension for you. Free of magic and full of asexual lizard people. That should keep you busy for a century or so.”
Amora’s eyes widened but before she could even begin her pleading she popped right out of existence.
“ That is definitely going to come back to haunt me.” Loki ruminated.
Whether from the blood loss or all the excitement Darcy swayed on the spot, suddenly feeling very tired. Loki closed the distance between them, “ Are you ok?” he asked softly, brushing his thumb over her cheek.
“ No.” she replied curtly, “ Have you seen my arm? That’s going to scar and I’m going have a permanent reminder of her. And you,” she punched Loki in the shoulder, “ you said some really mean things, those words hurt. Dick.” She admonished.
“You’re right. I. Am. A. Dick.” His delivery was so straight and earnest that Darcy couldn’t hold back the bubble of laughter that escaped her, causing Loki’s lips to twist as he fought his own smile, “ and I’m sorry if my words caused you pain. I had to convince her you meant nothing to me.” he finished.
“ Yeah well you were a little too convincing.”
“ Loki. Prince of Lies. It’s kind of my thing.” He shrugged in apology.
Darcy decided not to let all the implications of the infamous title bring her down and instead gave him a small reasuring smile.
“ Let’s fix that arm shall we.” He said and Darcy just nodded.
There wasn’t too much that surprised Darcy these days, even when Loki made a circle with his index finger in mid air she was only mildly curious. But when he put his arm through his imaginary circle and it vanished up to his elbow she let out a shocked squeal.
“Relax,” he told her, “It’s just a pocket universe where I keep my things.” He continued to fumble inside looking for something specific, leaning further in so that his arm disappeared almost to the shoulder.
“ So it’s like Mary Poppins’ bag?”
He paused in his rifling, “ no it is a very complicated form of temporal displacement that required a lot of power and finesse to create without causing our universe to implode.”
“ Could you pull a hat stand out?”
“ If I had a hat stand in here then yes.”
“ It’s a Mary Poppins bag.”
“ Must you refer to it as thus?”
“ Would you rather me refer to it as your magic hole of endless wonder?”
He gave her a droll look, “ Poppins is fine. Aha, here it is.” He withdrew his arm and with it a small crystal jar that he handed to Darcy. “Put that crème on all your cuts, it will heal them quickly and ensure there is no scar.”
“Thank you.” Darcy said with all earnest and she applied the cool salve to all the nasty red slices marring her skin. Once done, she had barely handed the jar back to Loki when a heavy drowsiness began creeping over her. “ What was in that stuff?” she asked through a lingering yawn.
“ Slaughbugg saliva. It’s a fantastic healing agent. I should have mentioned before though that it is also a powerful anaesthetic.”
Too drowsy to keep her feet, Darcy felt her legs give way but instead of ending up on the floor she was scooped up into Loki’s strong embrace. “I’ve got you.” He assured her.
She closed her eyes and snuggled against his chest, too tired to fight him, and breathed deep that scent that was all him, a mixture of memory and promise, before falling into a deep and dreamless sleep.
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A/N
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