begitalarcos:

Darcy and Loki meet in an abandoned valley away from the prying eyes of  family and friends but neither can seem to escape the others sass

aristo-kitty:

Loki glared down at the the sink full of soapy water and emptied batter bowls. “I should be ruling this pathetic world, not assisting in rewarding its protectors.”

Darcy didn’t even look up from the cupcake she was frosting. It wasn’t a new reaction to asking Loki to do chores. In fact, she heard it nearly as often as the ‘I am a prince of Asgard you cannot expect me to’ bullshit line. “You can’t keep freaking out because you’re not where you want to be,” she said. “I mean, it’s life. Lower your expectations.”

When Loki only stood, eyes fixed on her, she shook her head with a huff. “Look. Help clean up after the birthday cupcakes and maybe I’ll let you help find ways to use up the left over icing.”

Loki’s Departure

Awe, their first fight.

blackhawkinbudapest:

Loki’s mind was twisted as he watched the girl across the room pour over a bound, bundle of papers, marking ferociously in red pen every now and then. The same red pen that she kept brushing against her hair and cheek. The same red pen that was teasingly brushing her lips causing his eyes to narrow in on the lips so plump they couldn’t possibly be real. 

Loki’s thoughts were twisted with the thoughts of what he could do with those lips and he detested it. 

It was like she knew what she was doing to him. 

She, a mere mortal girl with a simple albeit cunning mind had his - Loki God of Mischief - head spinning with the simplest of movements. 

Her doe eyes flickering to his every so often and a small smile gracing those lips. She knew exactly what she was doing alright and Loki hated her for it. 

Scowling, he tried to focus on something other than her, something other than the vixen with long, shapely legs clad in a scrap of fabric curled under her like a cat and eyes that were glittering brightly as though a cunning plan was falling into place. 

He knew that look. He was the God of that look. 

“What’s up, Mad Science?” She asked innocently, the pull of her lips (by the gods those lips) betraying that innocence.

“Nothing.” He growled, flexing his fists in the pocket of his coat he glared at her from across the room. 

“Really? Because it looks to me like you’re either wanting to rip my heart out or rip my clothes off.” The pull of her lips deepened into that pouty smirk he’d seen many times in his stay here on midgard (the one that he couldn’t get out of his head for nights on end) and she winked, placing the pen back to them. 

His scowl deepened and he forced himself to look away. His claims weren’t his imagination - she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

begitalarcos:

*One Shot*

Darcy is dying of a human disease, but Loki refuses to let it take her from him and he calls upon a deep form of healing magic to save her

“Now kneel,” Loki said softly, pressing the tip of the scepter to Darcy’s neck, “and I may show mercy.”

pastatheory:

“You would rather get yourself hurt, or worse, die than accept help from anybody and especially from your brother. Despite all the shit you done, Thor’s still trying because he loves you.” 

They stayed for a moment in silence, Darcy’s blue eyes never trailed away from him. Loki took in a breath of air and told her it will be best if she does not come near him for the duration of her stay and made his leave. He was by the doors when heard a soft mummer, ‘coward.’

Loki stopped and turned to her, she knows what he can do, she has witness what he’s done and he can break her, but he saw no fear. Chin tiled up, Darcy’s face was still, but it screamed deride. 

He stepped towards her, but she stride to meet him halfway. They were a few inches apart from each other, Loki’s tall stature didn’t faze her, he lend down to see her eye to eye. Neither one was going to back down. 

“I’ll make you regret saying that,” She felt Loki’s hot breathe on her. His narrowed green eyes burning into her. Darcy didn’t know why she was doing this, but all she did was smiled sweetly and whispered,’ Bring it.’  

silverrumrunner:

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