jatefate:

All these midgardian girls have something special, brother.

jatefate:

CROSSOVERS

  • The Hunger Games
  • Pirates of the Caribbean
  • Daydream Nation
  • Wallander
  • Atonement
  • A Promise
  • Archipelago
  • Pride & Prejudice
jatefate:


Don’t act like you don’t know me,


       It’s still me I’ve never changed.

jatefate:

Don’t act like you don’t know me,
       It’s still me I’ve never changed.




jatefate:

She Waits For Me

You’ll probably never have a dream of me
And I know I’m in love all alone
That’s why we don’t really have memories
In the end, I’ll make them all on my own. (x)

Watch Them as They Fall (40131 words) by mischiefgoddesscomplex [AO3]

mischiefgoddesscomplex:

Chapters: 17/17
Fandom: Tasertricks - Fandom, Thor (Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Loki, Jane Foster/Thor
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Loki (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Frigga (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Fandral (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, subverting said arranged marriage, Pretend Relationship, that sort of slowly creeps up on you and becomes a real one, it’ll be cute I promise, Drama, Angst, Romantic Comedy, Language, set in an AU timeline obviously, Smut for later chapters, Slow Burn
Summary:

When Loki discovers it’s the All-Father’s intentions to marry him off to an unfamiliar Jotun princess in the hopes of uniting the two kingdoms, he’ll do anything in his power to stop it. Even if that means pulling off the greatest lie he’s ever told - with the begrudging help of Darcy Lewis.

Well guys, we made it to the epilogue! I can never tell you all enough how much it’s meant to me to read all your praise for this story that started out with the humblest of beginnings…over 10,000 hits and growing now, look how far we’ve come! 

You probably never think of me at all
And I know we have no memories
But the one who really wants you is me. (x)

riotfaerie:

Tasertricks - ‘My Kingdom and Yours’

riotfaerie:

Tasertricks - ‘My Kingdom and Yours’

mischiefgoddesscomplex:

"Oh my god, Jane, listen to this one," Darcy almost chokes on her wine while giggling. She enlarges the craigslist ad and reads aloud while Jane looks over her shoulder. 
“Seeking applicants for a new living partner. Name: Loki. Sex: demigod, male. Age: 1,118. Appearance is that of a mortal in his early thirties, however,” Darcy reads aloud, her eyes bugging out of her head as she hold back her laughter, “WHAT?”
The night had started out with a real roommate search, because Darcy was looking to move out of the house, but it had quickly deteriorated into a drunken mockery. Jane is hunched over the back of Darcy’s chair in laughter, clutching her side with one hand and the bottle of wine with her other, “This is by far the best roommate ad you’ve found yet, keep going!” 
“Seeking a living arrangement with incredibly strict requirements,” Darcy continues, now putting on a fake, uppity accent for show, “I am not to be bothered, at any time, under any circumstances. If I wish to grace you with my presence you shall know it, though it is unlikely. There shall be NO indication of untidy living quarters. If I so much as find a particle of dust on any inch of space in the house, I will not be pleasant to deal with, to put it mildly. Finally, there will be no loud music, unnecessary appliances, animals, social gatherings of any sort, or FUN while living in this house. If you feel you can adequately meet these requirements, please see the contact information listed below.” 
Both Jane and Darcy practically dissolve into a fit of drunken giggles, to the point where tears well up in Darcy’s eyes, “I’m gunna do it, I’m gunna respond!” 
“Your grace,” Darcy begins the email mockingly, “I’ve come before you as a lowly mortal seeking shelter within the confines of your house. I only live to obey your strict and necessary demands. It would be an honor to so much as breathe the same air as one so powerful as yourself. Your humble servant - Darcy Lewis.”
She hits send, laughing all the while before scrolling through more ads with Jane. When she falls asleep for the night, she has forgotten the whole thing had ever happened. 
- three months later - 
"You are the most incomprehensible, irreconcilable, unbelievable thorn in my side!” Loki bellows, slamming his hand down on the island counter. 
"Well, YOU’RE the one who said you were looking for a roommate!" Darcy snarks back, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge and slamming the door back in place. 
"And, as I recall, YOU are the one who ANSWERED it!" Loki fires back.
Darcy sets the bottle of water on the counter as she takes a deep breath, coming over to where Loki stands, towering over her in his green and gold leathers, “I didn’t think you were serious. Who the hell talks like that?!" 
Loki narrows his eyes, “I do. And that’s simply brilliant, considering I read your response with the utmost sincerity. You were spoken like a true Midgardian who knows their place.”
Darcy growls, biting her lip, “Okay, whatever that means, I’m gunna let it slide for now. Let’s compromise here. You’re angry about the impromptu dance party I held in my room last night with my study group, correct?”
"Correct," Loki replies, his voice taught.
"And I’m mad because you found a crumb on the kitchen floor and practically tore my head off over it," Darcy rolls her eyes, "So here’s what I’m thinking. I’ll cut the impromptu dance parties, if you promise not to jump on my back anymore about chores. Deal?"
Loki studies her eyes, setting his jaw in a hard line as he considers his options. “Deal,” He finally answers begrudgingly with a huff.
He sticks out one hand to shake on it, and as Darcy grabs it, she adds, “Oh, and you have to be okay with me getting a pet kitten.”
"A kitten?!" Loki asks skeptically, though still shaking her hand, "Fine, as long as you are its sole caretaker. I do not wish to ever catch it in my sight."
"Phew," Darcy says, breaking the handshake, "Good, because he’s already here."
With that, a tiny black kitten comes strutting out from her bedroom, purring as it traipses over to Loki and begins to rub itself over his legs. Loki tilts his head back in exasperation, blowing out a long breath of disbelief. 
"You are impossible."
"Love you too, roomie." 

mischiefgoddesscomplex:

"Oh my god, Jane, listen to this one," Darcy almost chokes on her wine while giggling. She enlarges the craigslist ad and reads aloud while Jane looks over her shoulder. 

Seeking applicants for a new living partner. Name: Loki. Sex: demigod, male. Age: 1,118. Appearance is that of a mortal in his early thirties, however,” Darcy reads aloud, her eyes bugging out of her head as she hold back her laughter, “WHAT?”

The night had started out with a real roommate search, because Darcy was looking to move out of the house, but it had quickly deteriorated into a drunken mockery. Jane is hunched over the back of Darcy’s chair in laughter, clutching her side with one hand and the bottle of wine with her other, “This is by far the best roommate ad you’ve found yet, keep going!” 

Seeking a living arrangement with incredibly strict requirements,” Darcy continues, now putting on a fake, uppity accent for show, “I am not to be bothered, at any time, under any circumstances. If I wish to grace you with my presence you shall know it, though it is unlikely. There shall be NO indication of untidy living quarters. If I so much as find a particle of dust on any inch of space in the house, I will not be pleasant to deal with, to put it mildly. Finally, there will be no loud music, unnecessary appliances, animals, social gatherings of any sort, or FUN while living in this house. If you feel you can adequately meet these requirements, please see the contact information listed below.” 

Both Jane and Darcy practically dissolve into a fit of drunken giggles, to the point where tears well up in Darcy’s eyes, “I’m gunna do it, I’m gunna respond!” 

Your grace,” Darcy begins the email mockingly, “I’ve come before you as a lowly mortal seeking shelter within the confines of your house. I only live to obey your strict and necessary demands. It would be an honor to so much as breathe the same air as one so powerful as yourself. Your humble servant - Darcy Lewis.”

She hits send, laughing all the while before scrolling through more ads with Jane. When she falls asleep for the night, she has forgotten the whole thing had ever happened. 

three months later - 

"You are the most incomprehensible, irreconcilable, unbelievable thorn in my side!” Loki bellows, slamming his hand down on the island counter. 

"Well, YOU’RE the one who said you were looking for a roommate!" Darcy snarks back, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge and slamming the door back in place. 

"And, as I recall, YOU are the one who ANSWERED it!" Loki fires back.

Darcy sets the bottle of water on the counter as she takes a deep breath, coming over to where Loki stands, towering over her in his green and gold leathers, “I didn’t think you were serious. Who the hell talks like that?!

Loki narrows his eyes, “I do. And that’s simply brilliant, considering I read your response with the utmost sincerity. You were spoken like a true Midgardian who knows their place.”

Darcy growls, biting her lip, “Okay, whatever that means, I’m gunna let it slide for now. Let’s compromise here. You’re angry about the impromptu dance party I held in my room last night with my study group, correct?”

"Correct," Loki replies, his voice taught.

"And I’m mad because you found a crumb on the kitchen floor and practically tore my head off over it," Darcy rolls her eyes, "So here’s what I’m thinking. I’ll cut the impromptu dance parties, if you promise not to jump on my back anymore about chores. Deal?"

Loki studies her eyes, setting his jaw in a hard line as he considers his options. “Deal,” He finally answers begrudgingly with a huff.

He sticks out one hand to shake on it, and as Darcy grabs it, she adds, “Oh, and you have to be okay with me getting a pet kitten.”

"A kitten?!" Loki asks skeptically, though still shaking her hand, "Fine, as long as you are its sole caretaker. I do not wish to ever catch it in my sight."

"Phew," Darcy says, breaking the handshake, "Good, because he’s already here."

With that, a tiny black kitten comes strutting out from her bedroom, purring as it traipses over to Loki and begins to rub itself over his legs. Loki tilts his head back in exasperation, blowing out a long breath of disbelief. 

"You are impossible."

"Love you too, roomie." 

darkthestars:

I've run from the cold, to the throne, to the dungeons too,but now I know, home is you.

darkthestars:

I've run from the cold, to the throne, to the dungeons too,
but now I know, home is you.

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