Special delivery prompt fill for #Kristenroseann ! I hope I did the idea justice.
Special delivery prompt fill for #Kristenroseann ! I hope I did the idea justice.
"Look at me. Towards me, a bit more. Don’t move. Stay like that. You have such fair skin." Before Darcy could reply she felt Magnus’s lips pressed against hers. Deepening the kiss Loki couldn’t help but feel the uncertainty of his plan. He mustn’t actually fall for this human.AU: Where Loki’s plans to steal the Tesseract and destroy New York comes to a halt when he slowly finds himself drawn to Darcy Lewis after pretending to be Erik Selvig’s assistant.
Thor Fanfiction: DarcyxLoki,
AU Phantom of the Opera crossover
As Darcy sat at her vanity, she felt a strange sensation inside of her. It was him and he was finally back.
His voice echoed within her mind and Darcy closed her eyes, smiling. He had been gone for so long and now he had returned. Darcy placed two hands on the vanity and slowly stood.
Turn around, my Angel.
Darcy turned around to face the full length mirror. She peered at her reflection, looking intently at herself. The white floor-length dressing gown that she wore contrasted with the dark curls of hair cascading down her shoulders. Step by step, she moved closer to the mirror, seeing her reflection grow larger and larger…and that’s when she saw him.
Darcy felt it deep within her soul, this was the man of her dreams…the one who would invade her thoughts at night, slipping in silently and dispersing at dawn. It was as if half his face was hidden in the shadows. His features were hidden, but his eyes…oh his eyes! A chill ran down her spine as Darcy stared into his piercing eyes. One was the shade of a rich emerald, and the other was an intense deep red. Her soul was caught and Darcy couldn’t escape from his invisible grasp.
She wanted to see him…feel him…closer. Her feet lead her towards the mirror, and her arms started to rise. If only she could get past the mirror, past this barrier…
The mirror seemed as if it were melting away, slipping into the depths of the Asgardian Opera House. Flowers, tables, walls and ceilings were distorted as the mirror curved and twisted, disappearing while leaving behind an empty void. Her own body looked as if it were coiling away, surrendering to the reflective constraints. Darcy watched the man in the mirror…he continued his intense fixation on her but his body failed to morph into the imaginary grotesque shapes that acted upon Darcy’s own reflection. His body and his eyes remained completely real.
Darcy took one last step and her hands were now just in reach of the threshold. The last remaining elements of the diminishing mirror faded to the ground and behind it, the man stood tall. An invisible force pulled her towards the man, and the closer she stepped, the more Darcy could see. The look of his pallor skin, pronounced facial structure, and his wildly fierce eyes were hidden by an alabaster half-mask, covering his face. Darcy’s subconscious said to flee, but her body…her body said come to me…my Angel.
Darcy raised her hand in the slightest bit, raising it above this unknown man’s long fingers. She met the palm of his hand with the tips of her fingers and Darcy felt a physical jolt in her heart. It was as if a current passed through both of their bodies, ignited by the magnetic connection. The impact started straight from her fingertips, travelling to her torso, up her spine and down her legs. Darcy’s heart pulsed in her chest…strong, steady…stimulating.
As her heart pounded in her chest, the man led her through the tunnel behind the mirror. The walls and floor were stone and emitted a biting chill through her thin dressing gown. Were it not for the candles perched along the stone walls, they would have been surrounded in utter darkness.
The man picked up a lantern, holding it delicately in his right hand while he secured Darcy in his left. They continued their brisk pace as they travelled lower and lower throughout the maze. All she could hear was their echoing footsteps and a mysterious gentle hum. The end of the hallway was soon interrupted by a spiraling stone staircase, heading downwards into the darkness. He continued to lead her down the winding stairs, glancing backwards every so often.
They reached the bottom of the winding staircase and their footsteps seemed to echo more. The stone floor was slightly damp, so Darcy lifted her gown slightly off the ground. The air started to change as he pulled Darcy down the pathway.
He looked backwards once more, and this time his gaze lingered just a second longer. Darcy felt his gentle grip on her hand and it seemed to contradict his fierce expression. His one green eye and one red eye seemed so vivid, even in the darkness. Darcy wanted to see more…to see what was beneath the stark white mask that covered everything but his red eye and part of his mouth.
Who was he, this man of mystery?
"Tell me," Darcy asked. "Who are you?"
He didn’t respond and simply glanced her way. Quickly, he tore his gaze away and looked forwards towards their destination. Darcy spoke again.
"Are you my Angel of Music?"
She wanted to hear it for herself, straight from his lips. The man that had captured her soul by speaking to her in her dreams.
He turned around again at Darcy’s words and stopped them both. The cryptic labyrinth mattered no more as the man stood just inches from Darcy’s face. He looked directly into her soft brown eyes.
"I am Loki…The Phantom of the Opera."
Darcy’s mouth parted slightly as the Phantom gauged her reaction. Perhaps he was pleased, or perhaps he was less than satisfied…but he took a step away from Darcy and pulled her to the dark water’s edge.
Darcy couldn’t focus on the change of surroundings as she recalled the image of the Phantom’s close proximity. His pale skin, and mismatched eyes…all hidden behind the beautiful, fragile mask. As Darcy thought of his eyes, she couldn’t help but to linger on his one red eye. The skin around his red eye seemed to be…blue. A soft grey-blue colour. However, the opposing unexposed skin on his face was a pale and…almost translucent. Was it the trick of the light? Was it really blue?
They met the edge of the solid ground and he turned to face Darcy. The blackness of the Loki’s hair seemed to blend into the unlit tunnel ahead of them as the length fell at his chin.
He waved a hand and the lantern disappeared. Just as it faded away, the light source reappeared at the small vessel at the edge of the water. The Phantom gestured with his free hand to the boat, nodding his head at Darcy.
Darcy took both of his hands in hers and gingerly took a step into the boat. She had anticipated that the boat would be unstable beneath her feet, but it felt just as solid as if it were on the ground. Loki’s gentle touch guided her expertly and she sat on the soft floor of the boat. The interior was layered with dark fabrics and intricate Asgardian designs fit for a King.
Darcy turned to face the Phantom as he stood behind her, looking out to the impending darkness. His eyes shifted downwards and met Darcy’s. A slight, mischievous grin crossed his lips. The colour of Loki’s lips were also…strange. It was as if he had attempted to kiss the winter air, but had been bitten instead.
Loki snapped his fingers and the boat started to gently rock in the water. It was free of the sturdy binds, and they travelled forwards into the tunnel. Loki’s hand remained raised, as if guiding the mystical vessel.
Is this magic? Darcy asked herself. Is this a dream?
Darcy turned her upper body towards the tunnel, her eyes darting to capture any source of light. She gripped on with both hands onto the sides of the wavering vessel. The air had changed as a ghostly mist crept up upon the boat.
As Loki took them both deeper and deeper through the depths of the water, a voice emerged, calling to Darcy in her mind.
Beware of the Phantom! From his lair in the depths of the dungeons, he watches upon us all. None have seen him, but his presence is always known.
Jane’s delicate speech cautioned Darcy of the frightening tales. The stories had been fables as children, but now they were true.
He’s there. He’s always there.
Jane’s voice faded from her mind as a faint light appeared at what seemed to be the end of the tunnel. As they travelled closer and closer, small flickers of light started to appear above the water. They were candles, set high on elaborate candelabras.
The sparks of light grew larger in number the further they travelled. It seemed now as if hundreds of flames littered the air and the emitting light was now able to illuminate the scene in front of them.
Darcy’s jaw dropped as she took in the sight. It was a secret hideaway, beautifully furnished with what looked to be antique pieces. A set of stairs led to an open landing up high. Couches, end tables, and cabinets were completed with hanging drapes flickering in silver threads. A tremendous spanning bookshelf displayed books upon an entire wall, and beside it sat a dazzling black organ.
The vessel made its way to the edge of the raised platform and stopped with a gentle bump. Within seconds, Loki had used his magic to secure the boat and stepped out, opening both his palms to Darcy. She rose steadily and placed her hands in his, allowing him to guide her way onto the land.
He pulled her towards the foot of the stairs and turned to face Darcy, looking deep into her eyes. Loki raised his hand and tenderly pushed back the curls from around her face behind her ear. They continued up the stairs and Darcy raised the hem of her gown so as not to trip. As Darcy took a quick look down from the railing, a rush of adrenaline flowed through her veins as she saw the distance below. She could see the entire lower level now and all the furnishings seemed small and insignificant.
They reached the top of the stairs and Darcy looked upon the tables in the otherwise empty landing. Fabrics in shades of white, cream and silver in lace and silk lay across the tables. The fabrics seemed so familiar…Darcy looked down and realized the gown she was wearing were the same fabrics and shades as the pieces on the table.
Loki led her towards the edge of the landing and Darcy held on to the railing. Loki stood beside and slightly behind her, his soft breath tickling her cheek. As both of Loki’s hands moved to rest on her waist, he spoke in her ear,
"Sing, my Angel of Music."
Darcy’s hands started to tremble. She could feed the chill of Loki’s hands through the thin dressing gown. She turned to look upon the vast space, fully aware of Loki’s attention behind her. The mystifying water shimmered by the flickering candles, and the jagged stone walls stretched high above her.
Darcy opened her mouth and let her voice carry. A pressure started to build from the depths of her body, but she continued on. For her Angel.
Darcy pushed her breath through her lungs, singing from her very soul. She obliged the Phantom, giving him everything that she had to give. Darcy’s voice echoed by the distant walls, piercing the air with her strength.
"Sing for me!”
Darcy sang her fullest, letting her voice soar above them. The pressure in her body grew and grew, constricting her insides. Darcy sang for Loki, pushing past the restraint within her. She sang, and sang. The Phantom’s lair had never heard such life as her voice carried to the most hidden corners of the lair.
The pressure became too much for Darcy. Her voice ceased to create sound and Darcy couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t breathe.
Darcy’s muscles could not hold her any longer and her vision faded to black. The last thing she could feel was Loki’s strong hold gather around her body.
|So um, if you're still accepting prompts how about Darcy with Lady Loki?|
"…and that is the story of my first kiss. Daniel Kennedy. First grade. I have this very vivid memory of shoving him into the sandbox and calling him a butthead for trying to kiss me again months after that, so obviously whatever spark was there did not last."
Darcy and Loki were cooped up in Stark Tower, and as usual, she had been tasked with the assignment of guarding him while the rest of the Avengers were out fighting crime or eating shawarma, whatever they wanted to call it. This happened at least twice a month or so over the course of the past year, and it was just the two of them left alone in the tower.
At some point Darcy got bored of simply watching him from behind his glass prison, so they began talking, and before long they formed a kinship with one another. Eventually she began to enter into his chamber to hang out with him in secret for the night, because if Director Fury ever found out, it would be her head. But Loki was just too much fun to have a conversation with for them to be separated by a glass wall, and he really didn’t seem that dangerous to her - just lonely. And he was also really hot, she had to admit.
Tonight they were in the middle of a heated game of “truth or dare.” They had started out on opposite ends of the couch, but somehow - throughout the duration of the night - they had ended up scooting closer and closer together. Darcy now sat cross-legged facing Loki, who was sitting upright with his legs out in front of him.
"So now it’s your turn," Darcy instructed, eying him inquisitively from where she sat, "Truth or dare?"
"Truth?" Loki responded, as though he was still unsure of what he was getting himself into.
"Embarrassing story from your childhood," Darcy requested boldly, "Go."
Loki chuckled and ran a hand through his hair as he leaned back into the couch, staring up at the ceiling as he wracked his brain for memories. Darcy had just enough time to admire his smile before he turned to her, draping one arm casually on the back of the couch so that his fingers hung just below her shoulder blade. She felt a little unexpected shiver - the good kind - race down her spine.
"Alright, I can’t believe I’m telling you this," Loki started, his voice on the edge of laughter, "But when I was an adolescent, still learning magic from my mother, I began experimenting with shape-shifting. Once I accidentally shifted into a rather - shall we say - voluptuous, promiscuous woman. I was stuck in that form for weeks before my mother could figure out how to change me back."
"Nooo," Darcy replied, her eyes wide with shock and jaw dropped open.
"Oh yes," Loki continued, "You can imagine the relentless torture I faced at the hands of Thor and his companions. ‘Lady Loki’ was the nickname I was officially deemed."
"You have to show me," Darcy commanded instantly, as if he had no other choice.
"Ah, I believe it’s my turn to ask the next question though?" Loki challenged, a hint of teasing in his voice.
"No way, not until you show me Lady Loki," Darcy adamantly shook her head.
Loki studied her demanding eyes, holding her gaze for a while before he nodded slightly in agreement, the smallest hint of a smirk on his face. Suddenly he began to shimmer in front of her, an illusion like Darcy had never seen before. Waves of his magic rippled down from head to toe, transforming him into a gorgeous woman. Locks of luscious, jet-black hair fell in tresses across her exposed shoulders, her skin glowing a creamy white. She wore a figure-hugging emerald green gown, with a plunging neckline that teased at some more than ample assets. Darcy didn’t mean to stare so outright, but she had never seen a woman so beautiful before.
Lady Loki caught Darcy’s eyes with her own shimmering blue orbs. She smiled at Darcy, and with just a hint of dark seductiveness asked, “like what you see, Miss Lewis?”
Even the voice had changed into that of a silky, sultry temptress. Holy shit, Darcy thought, swallowing hard, unsure of how to answer. She thought Loki by himself was unbelievably hot - but she never expected to find his feminine counterpart equally as attractive.
"So," Lady Loki lowered her voice, leaning in so that her face was directly in front of Darcy’s, noses almost touching. "Truth or dare?"
Darcy felt a palpable shift in energy, like the air around them was suddenly electrically charged. Her heart began beating louder in her chest, and her voice sounded far away as she whispered, “dare.”
Lady Loki’s smokey eyes narrowed as she smiled ever so subtly. She tilted her face just slightly, allowing her better access to Darcy’s mouth as she ran her tongue across Darcy’s lower lip.
Darcy shivered at the intimate contact, liking the feel of Lady Loki’s cool tongue as it glided across her lips. She was just about to lean in and kiss her back when she heard the familiar sound of footsteps on the floor above them - signaling the return home of the Avengers.
Darcy cursed, pulling away from Lady Loki as their intimate spell was broken by the sound of company upstairs. Darcy stood up from the couch quickly in a panic as Lady Loki transformed herself back into Loki.
As Darcy walked towards the chamber’s exit, she could feel Loki’s eyes on the back of her head and could sense his smile. She turned around to spare him a glance after she entered the pass code that unlocked the sliding glass door. Sure enough, he was staring at her, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
"Until next month, Miss Lewis."
Darcy looked down at the floor and smiled, a heat creeping into her cheeks. She wasn’t sure exactly how this was going to change things, but she found that she didn’t really care. Let the Avengers have their fun - she was going to have hers. A little rush of adrenaline flooded her system as she looked back up at him, feeling confident.
The soft pitter patter of raindrops falling on the pavement echoed in Darcy’s ears. The weather had been colder than usual in the past week and Darcy’s breath created a mist as she huffed a breath out. Her hands balled into fists inside her jacket pockets as Darcy tried to race home as fast as she could.
i am have been a long standing fan of the tasertricks community for quite some time and have now decided to create a blog dedicated to my love for these two little trouble makers.
I SHALL ATTEMPT TO WRITE PROMPTS so send me some….
(it may not end well, for you see, i have never done this before)
but imma give it a shot
oh and i am doing anything wrong about not giving credit to someone something that is simply bad ff writer edict PLEASE TELL ME i am a novice at this…. I’m used to be a reader not a writer
This sounds like a great idea and I’ll be here whenever you need help. So guys please be nice and polite when sending prompts!
|Darcy x Loki's first time being parents cause I'm a sucker for family fics <3|
Here we go my first prompt! (be nice i am not sure how to so this stuff)
"Darling!" came a frantic voice from a bedroom. It used to be a rare occurrence that Loki used a tone that suggested that he was out of his element, however ever since the little half frost-giant half human came into the picture it was becoming a common occurrence that you would hear the tone of uncertainty in the norse god’s voice.
"Ya! what is it?" Darcy came in with her batter-covered spoon still in hand. She was attempting to bake something during the short time that their daughter was actually settled down for a nap.
TITLE: Cold as the Night
CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: 1/?
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Loki
FIC SUMMARY: Darcy’s first time on Asgard… but all pretenses aside, why the hell did she have to come along with Jane? Arranged marriage AU.
AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: I was trying to work on an English essay, and then this happened. Might be continued if the spirits move me. Note: some swearing.
He’s glaring at her again. Jane maintains that Darcy is imagining things, but every time she sneaks a peek at the guest seated on her left, his eyes meet hers directly, unflinching. She freezes as he openly trails his eyes over her. She can feel the blood rushing to her already pink cheeks, and she wishes, not for the first time this night, that she could be back into New Mexico, and not on another planet in the company of ridiculously attractive aliens – one alien in particular, whose gaze is still trained on her. Embarrassed, she finally gives up on the staring contest, and looks down at her hands, fingers awkwardly tangled in her lap. She has to stifle a gasp as the previously blue fabric of her dress fades to a deep emerald green. Darcy’s eyes jump back to him, and he cocks an eyebrow expectantly. Your move, the gesture seems to say.
Yo, Tasertricksters, can we talk about the fact that this is apparently Loki’s “type”?