Earning it

by Ankhet

Summary:

Darcy likes intense play. So does Loki. Darcy has never been fisted. Loki makes her earn it, one finger at a time.

Notes:

Thank you to Justheretoread for the beta reading, encouragement, brainstorming and idea-bouncing, and thank you to the entire Tasertricks discord for the community, encouragement, etc. And finally, thank you to the WIPBB team for getting me to the finish line!

 

All strikethroughs are intentional.

Chapter 1: What's Past is Prologue

Notes:

Thank you to Justheretoread for being my beta and my writing cheerleader/co-conspirator. You are a delight!

 

“God, you’re good.”

Darcy felt the man between her legs rumble in assent and couldn’t help the thought that streaked across her rapidly dwindling ability to care: Who the fuck knew her bff’s boyfriend’s brother (what kind of Spaceballs shit is that, anyway? she thought) was so good at eating pussy? But damn was he good at eating pussy. Darcy moaned and gripped the bed frame tighter — with the hand that wasn’t buried in his hair, anyway.

“God, I’m so close, just a little mo-ooohhhh FUUUCKKKKKKK!”

Darcy’s orgasm ripped through her quick, fierce, more intense than she’d ever felt before. She screamed, dimly glad in the back of her mind that their housemates weren't home to hear her cries of ecstasy. It would be well-deserved payback, though, for the number of times she'd been kept awake by her former-boss-turned-best-friend and her studly boyfriend. But if Jane and Thor heard them, there would be questions neither of them particularly wanted to deal with from said best friend and brother. Pesky questions like "oh my god are you two together?" (no, just fuckbuddies) and "how did this happen?" (could you blame her, really, when Thor's "annoying little brother" — Jane's words, not Darcy's — was hot and "insisted on tagging along wherever Thor went" — again, Jane's words — up to and including moving in along with Thor when he'd moved in with Jane and herself; it was a good thing they had enough bedrooms!) and "I thought you two hated each other?" (clearly not, not that you'd know it from their sniping interactions in the common living areas.)

Darcy's mind drifted in her post-orgasm haze, slowly coming back to reality.

GOD Loki was good! Had he.. stuck his finger in her ass? Oh. Oh wow, okay. So that was something she didn’t know she liked. Good to know.

Loki sat up between her thighs, smirking like the cat that caught the canary. “I wasn’t entirely sure you’d like that. I’m so glad you did,” he said, delicately wiping his face dry. He moved to lean against the purple-covered pillows they'd piled at the head of her bed. Loki dropped his hand to his cock, already stiff and straining from his feasting on her quim.

“You and me both, dude!” Darcy squeaked out, still catching her breath. “I uh.. An orgasm like that is.. Well. Usually I’ve gotta work a lot harder for it.”

“Oh?” Loki stroked himself lazily as he watched her, one eyebrow quirked in curiosity.

Darcy laughed a little, embarrassed. “Well. I mean…” She heaved one last deep breath, then rolled partially over the side of her bed and rummaged around for a bit in a drawer in her nightstand. Her legs and ass stayed on the bed, giving him quite a show.

“I must say, while the view is rather nice, what are you doing?”

Darcy found what she was looking for, wiggled her ass at Loki a bit in celebration — and didn’t she just love the moan she heard from him and the shifting of the bed at that — and sat back up. “Looking for this.” She held the dildo up. It was not a small toy. It was, in fact, the largest one she owned. “This is how I make myself come that hard.”

Loki eyed the toy, his grin growing wider, his hand never stopping on his dick. “Oh, I see. You like being stuffed full, do you?” Darcy blushed, what little skin that hadn't been flushed from her orgasm now completely pink from head to toe. “Ah yes. Now tell me, that toy looks to be about the size of this.” He held his free hand up, fingers held together in a tight wedge. His voice dropped lower, his breathing more ragged as his hand sped up a bit. “Have you ever had someone’s hand inside you, dear girl?

Her eyes grew round and she replied. “N..no. But I’ve always been curious.”

“Well. I would be happy to help.” His breathing had grown labored, his hand keeping a steady pace she could see he fought to maintain. “But…”

“But?” She asked him.

Loki swung around to lean over her, propping himself above her body, his hand continuing to pleasure himself. “But you must earn it.”

Darcy licked her lips.

She watched his eyes flicker to her mouth, watching her as she asked, "How?"

His gaze darkened, his grin turning predatory, his movements gaining speed again.

"One finger at a time."

She bit at her lower lip to hold her whimper back, somewhat unsuccessfully, as she considered his words. His offer. Then she nodded.

“I want to hear you say it.” His eyes closed as pleasure nearly overcame him. He wanted to hear her say it.

She leaned up to kiss him and reached for his weeping cock, wrapping her fingers around his. She pulled away from his lips a moment later.

“Yes, Loki. I’ll earn it," she murmured in his ear. "One finger at a time.”

Her words had an immediate effect on him, pushing him over the edge and into orgasm. His body stiffened, his mouth dropping open in pleasure as cum pulsed over their hands and across her body. As he came down his eyes slowly opened and focused on her, his grin growing again.

“Good. That’s all I ask.”

 

Chapter 2: The Pleasure You've Been Missing

Notes:

beta read by Justheretoread

“Can you come like this? Just one finger inside you?”

Darcy rolled her hips, trying to get more contact. “Loki, I want more.”

"I know, darling." He leaned down to suck a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue briefly before he raised his head again. Norns, he wanted more too, but a deal was a deal. He knew the destination was worth the slow, deliciously infuriating journey, and that sweet knowledge shone through his eyes as he looked back up Darcy's beautiful chest to her eyes. "But you can't have more. Not yet." The corner of his mouth crooked up in a mischievous grin, his thumb slowly circling her clit. "How do you expect to earn five fingers if you can't even handle just one?"

As he spoke, his finger crooked just so against her front wall; her response was immediate. Darcy practically leaped off the bed, arching into him as her eyes flew open in shocked pleasure.

"Oh- oh my god, what is that? Fuuucckkk it feels so good, keep going Loki, god, don't stop, pleaseplease…"

His eyebrows shot up in surprise momentarily, before a smug smile crossed his face. So no one had done that for her before? More's the pity, for her. He decided then and there that he was going to ruin her for anyone else.

Loki dragged his mouth from her chest up to her collarbones, up her throat and to her jawline, lips dragging and teeth lightly scraping, tongue darting out to taste her skin. "That," he crooked his finger against that sweet spot again, "is your g-spot. Has no one found it before?"

Darcy whimpered her negative response more than she spoke it, shaking her head.

"Darling girl, allow me to show you the pleasure you've been missing out on." Pleasure he'd be happy to ensure she received whenever she wanted.

Loki slid his thumb through her slit, gathering wetness as he made his way through her lips to her clit. He let his thumb whisper along her nub as he gently stroked her sweet spot, never letting her hips buck so far he lost control of her pleasure. His free hand worked its way slowly up her side to her breast, his mouth drifting south again to its soft twin. Loki paid attention to every response, to every whimper and shift and moan as he licked and squeezed, teased and stroked.

Loki knew he was close - that she was close - when Darcy started trembling under him. He sucked her nipple particularly sharply before letting go of it entirely and, hearing her choked whimper, mirrored his action with his fingers on her other breast as he leaned up to rest his forehead against hers.

"Yes that's it Darcy, let go, come apart for me, let me feel you shatter…."

She did. Her mouth opened in a wail, her body feeling like it was going to shake itself apart. It seemed like her orgasm would never end, which, if Loki was being honest, was indeed part of his goal this evening. He held her steady through the quaking and spasming of her body under him. He dipped his head again to softly lave her nipples with his tongue, enjoying every renewed whimper each time he flicked his tongue against her.

Loki's ministrations slowed but never stopped as she came apart on his hand. His thumb slowly, softly, steadily circled her clit, working her gently through her climax in time with the fluttering of her inner walls around his finger, his tongue softening, lapping at her breasts.

Darcy was truly a magnificent creature, lost in the throes of ecstasy. Loki wanted to see her like this all the time. He felt the faintest flutter in his chest at the thought, pushing it away in favor of savoring every sound, movement, and look he drew out of his lover. She was always enthusiastic; why couldn't he have her like this every night if he wanted? His eyes darkened hungrily, watching her writhe in pleasure as he drew out her orgasm, never quite letting her come completely down. Maybe he could, in fact, have her like this as often as he wanted. That was the nature of their arrangement, was it not? And she was always enthusiastic in her responses, giving as good as she got.

Her hands had gripped the sheets tightly through the peak of her orgasm. Once she'd started to come down — as far as Loki would let her come down, at least — her shaking hands flittered from the bed to his back, her own thighs, and finally into his hair. She pulled him from her breast up to her face, kissing him shakily. She felt him grin at her as his thumb started to circle her clit more firmly, clearly aiming to keep her coming. Instead she detached a single hand from his hair to grab his wrist. "Loki, I need — "

His hand stilled obediently and her grip on his hair loosened in relief. "I know what you need." Loki sat back on his heels, bringing his finger up to his lips and sucking it into his own mouth. His eyes closed in pleasure and the corners of his lips turned up in satisfaction at the taste of her pleasure on his fingers. Darcy watched hungrily, clearly affected by his pleasure at her taste.

"Loki…" Her needy whisper interrupted his private enjoyment of the proof of his skills with his lover. His eyes darkened in lust. He grabbed her, not ungently, and flipped her over, pulling her hips into the air and thrusting into her wet, greedy cunt. Darcy's mouth dropped open on a pleasured scream, her hips arching back to meet his forceful intrusion as his cock slammed against her overly-sensitized g-spot. "Fuck, Loki, yes! So good! So fucking good, god, fuck, yes! You're amazing, god, fuck yes keep doing that yes god I love it—"

Darcy's increasingly disjointed babble became muffled as she shoved her head further into the pillows, attempting to find the leverage to give as good as she got. But he wanted to hear her, wanted to hear every word. In between thrusts, he pulled her upright against him, her back pressed to the front of his body. His hips thrust faster against her. "Let me hear you, sweet girl. I want to hear all of your noises," he panted in her ear. He held her with one arm across her chest, holding her securely to him. The other slipped down to her pussy and stroked her again, just the way he knew she needed. Her babble started turning into moans and whimpers, increasing in volume as she inched closer to a second — or was that a third? — peak.

Loki was close — so close — but, using every speck of his not-inconsiderable willpower, he held his own orgasm at bay; he wanted to feel her pulsing around his cock when he came. His hips pistoned into hers, the hand across her chest dropping to grab her breast, her cunt tightening around him, signaling her impending climax. "Yes, just like that," he growled into her ear in between his own grunts and moans. "Come for me, Darcy, sweetheart, yes faen I'm so close —"

He knew the moment she lost all sense of anything but his dick in her cunt, his hands on her body, his lips against her ear panting his pleasure along with her, and her world shattered into a million pieces. She screamed her pleasure, bucking against his hold, and he followed her over the edge with a roar, his hand tightening on her breast as his world whited out and narrowed to nothing but the pleasure and the feeling of his lover held tightly against him.

They collapsed back onto the bed as the world slowly coalesced around them. Darcy turned to face him, still happily fucked out, and traced a finger down his side. As she moved, he saw the beginnings of a bruise in the shape of his hand blooming on her breast where he'd grabbed her as an anchor in his bliss. He reached his own hand out to lightly trace the finger marks with his knuckles. He was glad of the fact that she didn't mind bruises acquired in the name of fun. A small, dark, possessive part of his mind crowed in satisfaction, knowing she'd bear his mark for the next few days. The rest of him watched Darcy in contented silence as she drifted gently to sleep; eventually he followed her, knowing she'd wake up and sneak back to her own bed in a while during the dark early morning hours. For now, though, he greedily took the comfort her presence in his bed offered.

 

Chapter 3: Persuasion

Notes:

beta read by Justheretoread

The party wasn't a complete waste: where normally Darcy would be bored with all the chitchat, the rich people, the scientists she still had to babysit despite their insistence they knew how to be grown adults at a grown-up holiday party, this year she had entertainment in the form of one God of Mischief.

"Hey, Reindeer Games! Don't break my Intern or you get to find me a new one. You break it, you bought it!" Stark yelled across the room when he spotted her making a face at something Loki had leaned in and said. Darcy rolled her eyes at Loki's lascivious grin at Stark's words. Oh, he was breaking her alright, but only in the best ways. Most of the time.

"I'm not your intern, I'm Jane's. And you couldn't find another me for a million dollars!" She yelled back. But Tony had already turned back to the crowd around him, basking in their attention.

"You are not a thing to be bought or sold," Loki said to her in a low voice, leaning in close to her. His lips brushing against the shell of her ear was accidental... right? And his fingertips skimming across her knuckles — totally a result of their proximity, nothing more. "But I do believe you can be persuaded." Oh. That whisper in her ear was absolutely not coincidental.

Darcy's turned her lust-darkened eyes to him fully then. "Depends on what you're persuading me to do."

Loki chuckled under his breath, turning the full force of his smolder on her. "I think you know exactly what I want you to do," he said.

Then he turned around and headed for the doors.

Darcy stood rooted in place for a few moments, left staring after him until her brain stuttered back online. She set the remainder of her drink down on a nearby table and made her way after him.

The elevator ride to the shared apartment seemed to take forever, and no time at all. Neither of them wanted to give Stark a show on the elevator cameras, much less fodder for Stark Tower gossip, so they maintained a reasonable distance and did their best to keep their heated looks to themselves — or at least only exchanged them through the medium of the mirrored interior of the elevator.

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The second the apartment door closed behind them, Darcy pushed Loki against it, putting her not-inconsiderable skills to use kissing him hungrily. Her hands wandered, tugging at his jacket, his shirt, his belt; his hands pushed into her hair as he gave as good as he got.

Loki pulled her head back from their kiss, separating briefly to stare deep into her eyes. Then he used his leverage to spin them around, pinning Darcy to the door instead of himself. Somehow in the process he managed to remove her dress, exposing her body clad only in her silky green lingerie to him. He raked his eyes down her body greedily.

"Are these for me?" Loki's fingers played with a strap of her barely-there underthings.

She grinned cheekily at him. "No, they're for me. I don't think they'd fit you." In truth, she did buy them specially for tonight, definitely with Loki in mind. She knew green was his color. She liked the way he stared at her whenever she wore anything green. She even privately, way deep down, liked the idea of what wearing his colors would mean, were they in Asgard. She secretly hoped he did too.

"You are exquisite," he praised her before diving back into their kiss.

Darcy's hands trailed over Loki's skin, wandering. Occasionally her nails raked up and down his back. Occasionally they trailed over his nipples, increasing the intensity of their kiss until they were both panting and gasping into each others' mouths. Darcy reached to undo his pants as he ran a hand behind her back and unhooked her bra. She had only managed to rub his cock through his underwear, not yet under it, when his hands trailed along her sides to squeeze her tits as he kissed and nipped his way down her throat and along her collarbone.

She whined as he knelt and her hand left his pants, and the whine turned into a moan when his talented lips and silver tongue explored her tits. God, he felt good against her. Darcy's hands plunged into his hair to hold him to her while he stopped to play there for a while. Her hips undulated in time with his tongue and teeth, an unconscious but not unwelcome response to the pleasure he gave her. Loki trailed one hand down her body, down her side and over her soft belly to rest against the front of her underwear. He hummed around her nipple when he found they were soaked through, causing Darcy to gasp and arch into him even as he pressed two fingers against her through the silky material.

Loki continued to tease her like this for several minutes: mouth pulling, tugging, licking at her breasts and nipples as he stroked her pussy through her underwear. Darcy groaned, tugging gently on his hair every time his fingers passed over her clit; even through the material his fingers felt so good on her.

"Loki, please…"

He looked up at her from his knees, a mischievous, sexy grin on his face. He pressed his palm against her sex through the sodden material.

"And what, exactly —" He bent his head to briefly suck a nipple into his mouth before turning his face back to hers, "are you begging for? Is this what you want?" He pushed the material between them aside and slid two fingers through her throbbing lips, not quite touching either her clit or her opening.

"Loki, stop tea-OH!" She cut herself off with a gasp of pleasure as his fingers, slick with her juices, pressed into her. God, he felt good — god, he made her feel good and she never wanted this to end.

"Neither do I, darling." Darcy felt more than heard his response growled against her. She briefly realized she must have said that out loud — and then promptly lost track of anything but the sensation of her panties being torn from her body, her leg hoisted over his shoulder, and his mouth pressed to her pussy.

She moaned and writhed against him as he sucked her clit between his lips, stroking it with his tongue in time with his fingers inside her. He really did have a talented mouth… and fingers… and everything. The pleasure built quickly — not that Loki was really doing anything to slow it down; quite the contrary, really — and within minutes she was all but riding his face and his hand. The only things holding her upright were the door behind her and Loki before her, her rocking hips leading her into full-body rolls against them as the tension wound tighter within her. Her body started to tremble and bliss swept in rolling waves from her swollen pussy out to her extremities until her fingers and toes curled with the intensity of it, until it burst out of her mouth in the form of his name when it couldn't reach and curl the ends of her hair too.

Loki lapped and kissed and flicked his tongue gently against her, slowly bringing her down through the aftershocks that left her shuddering against him. After he eased her down from her high, he slid back up her body, letting her leg drop from his shoulder to his hip, to stand in front of her once again. He dragged his fingers from her pussy, causing one last twitch of pleasure to take her, up to his mouth where he eagerly licked her juices from them. When he finished, Darcy pulled his face, still shining with her wetness, towards her and kissed him eagerly.

Loki moaned into her mouth and thrust his hips against hers. Somehow, without her noticing, Loki had lost his remaining clothes. He groaned as he thrust shallowly against her, breaking their kiss to rest his forehead against hers. His eyes closed as he visibly struggled to control himself.

"Not here, not against the door. Deserve better than that," he muttered, clearly more than half to himself in his determination to treat her right.

Screw that, Darcy thought.

She trailed her hand down his body to his groin and lightly drew her fingers up and down his cock, pausing briefly enough to swirl them against the sensitive spot just under the head before continuing her teasing, barely-there touches.

"Faen!"

Swiftly, faster than Darcy could process in the moment, Loki hauled both her legs around his waist and carried her to the couch where he sat, holding her above his lap. He deftly positioned himself against her entrance and slid her down his cock to sit in his lap, filling her in the most delicious way. Darcy's eyes crossed as he thrust into her as far as the stiff couch cushions would allow. She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him, adjusting her legs until she had the leverage she wanted.

And oh, did she use her leverage well if she did say so herself. While Loki desperately tried to fuck her hard and fast, Darcy knew she had the advantage here. She kept her own pace slow and steady, squeezing around him as she rose and sank. God, it felt so intense. She squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face in the crook of his neck. "Loki, Loki, Loki…" his name flowed out of her like the sweetest honey, forced from her lips by their at-once competing and complimentary rhythms.

Loki whimpered, panting, into her ear every time she sank down around him, every time she tensed her muscles around him. His whimpers grew louder and gradually turned into words the closer he drew to his climax.

"Darcy, sweet Darcy, faen, Darcy, come for me, please, I need to feel you — "

Darcy knew what he wanted, what he needed. She reached a hand between them to rub and flick at her clit. His hands gripped her ass. The sweet sensations built to a head so fast, she was flying over the edge into orgasm within moments. Loki followed, holding her against himself and thrusting helplessly through his own bliss. Their cries of pleasure mixed into the sweetest music only barely paid attention to by the artists creating it.

They eventually collapsed into each other, thoroughly spent and basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking climaxes.

Loki's arms continued to cradle Darcy to him even as they stretched out naked on the couch. Darcy, for her part, enjoyed the comfort and closeness of their position, dropping the occasional kiss to his shoulder, his chest, his throat. She didn't want to start anything up again, but she couldn't help the soft touches she almost felt compelled to bestow upon her lover Loki. For his part, Loki took pleasure in softly dragging his lips and nose through her hair. They laid like that for several minutes, lost in the floaty closeness of each other.

"Miss Lewis, Prince Loki, I feel it prudent to inform you that Thor and Doctor Foster are in the elevator headed to this floor," JARVIS said from the ceiling.

"Shit! Thanks, J!" Darcy shouted vaguely upward as she scrambled off of Loki. Or, she tried to anyway. Loki grinned and held her from getting entirely off the couch. "Loki! I'm not going to just sit here naked waiting for Team Fosterson to walk in the door," she hissed.

"I have no intention of being naked in front of either of them, nor of letting my brother see you naked, Miss Lewis." Loki winked at her and in a flash of green they were both dressed in their normal "comfy clothes" — whatever that counted for each of them. Darcy was in her favorite PJ pants and loose sweater; Loki was almost as fully dressed as he was when they left the elevator, save his suit jacket and shoes. And maybe a button or two on his shirt.

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By the time Jane and Thor stumbled through the front door, Darcy and Loki had found a baking competition on TV and were heckling the bakers. Loki might only be yelling about how what they were doing would obviously not work they way they wanted because of science, but Darcy was a baker. She was yelling about flour choice, gluten, dutch process cocoa vs. natural, and anything else she disagreed with. Honestly, Darcy might have a few strong baking opinions and she knew it.

Loki glanced at their compatriots as they came through the door. "Brother, Doctor Foster."

Neither seemed to notice them, caught up in each other as they were. Jane managed a wave in Darcy's general direction, but Thor never gave any indication that he realized anyone but Jane was even in the apartment, so intent was he on herding his beloved to their bedroom. Soon they were out of sight as their door slammed behind them.

Darcy and Loki looked at each other. Darcy's face was a picture of bemusement; Loki's was just plain disgust. Darcy wasn't sure if it was because he had a sour face whenever Thor was happy around him or if it was your standard disgust at seeing one's brother actively having a sex life. Either way, the look on his face combined with — oh, god, they'd forgotten about their hair — the rat's nest that her hands had made of his hair made Darcy giggle. And once she started to giggle, she couldn't stop.

Loki's eyes cut back to her. "And what, exactly, are you laughing at, dear girl?" His words might have been sharp, but the corners of his mouth had a slight upturn to them.

"Y- your hair," she managed to get out around her giggles. "We forgot about our hair!"

His lips held a full-on smirk now.

"Darling, yours is, I dare say, in a worse state than mine."

Darcy's hands flew up to her hair. Upon finding Loki was telling the truth — her hair felt like it was fluffier than it was even for that damn '80s-themed party she went to sophomore year in college — her giggles turned into all-out laughter. They heard a crack, a thump, and some muffled cursing in what sounded like Asgardian from the occupied bedroom. Loki joined in the laughter, and they laughed until their sides ached and tears ran down their face. Certainly those two hadn't noticed anything besides themselves, much less the state of their roommates' hair.

Right?

Notes:

I apologize for the not-quite consistent update schedule. I had originally planned on a Sunday/Wednesday schedule, but I forgot quite how exhausted I am this time of year. I'm a volunteer at my local (large) Renaissance Faire, and rehearsals started this weekend; I came home, slathered aloe on my burned-to-a-crisp skin, and passed out for the night. And I have a new job starting in a week! So I'm not sure what that's going to do to my energy levels, especially with Faire on the weekends. I shall try to be more consistent; perhaps a Sunday-or-Monday and Wednesday-or-Thursday schedule.

Anyway! I hope you had fun with this chapter; I know I certainly did and so did our best are-they-or-are-they-not-a-couple!

Chapter 4: My Safeword is 'Taser'

Notes:

Alternatively entitled, "A Claiming, of Sorts".

Translations in End Notes

They hadn't been able to keep their hands off each other since the night of Stark's party. Well, at least in the rare moments they had together. Something always interrupted at exactly the wrong time: a Science emergency, or a Jane emergency, or, twice in the last two weeks, an Avengers emergency.

It had been a hard mission. What they thought would be a quick in-and-out operation to neutralize a new HYDRA installation turned into days in the field, trying to wipe out the HYDRA cell without harming the civilians they'd taken hostage. Luckily there were no major injuries: everyone was simply tired, both physically and emotionally.

It was Stark that started it. Did he not realize the value in not just spilling everything that happened across his mind the moment it happened across his mind? Loki paid him very little mind as the man went on about Ms. Potts and which of her attributes he was looking forward to when they got back to the Tower. Stark was often the epitome of crass, but what could one expect of a spoiled man raised to a life of wealth and no responsibility, war, or sense of duty?

After nattering on a while, Stark turned to Captain Rogers. "What about you, Capsicle? You got a girl?" Steve shook his head no, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Stark plowed on. "What about, ah, um," he snapped his fingers in the air, casting about for a name, "Science Intern?"

This got Loki's full attention, though he kept his body language from betraying his interest. Unfortunately for him, Thor knew many of Loki's tells. Fortunately for Thor, he was better at hiding it than Loki thought he was.

"Busty girl, cleans up real nice, constantly trailing after Doctor Foster. Got a mouth on her that'd make you blush, Cap. She's totally your type, man!"

"What, brunette and mouthy?" said Sergeant Barnes wryly, nudging Rogers' foot with his own.

Steve appeared to think for a moment. "You know, now that you mention it, that is my type…. But I'm good, Stark, really." He winked at his childhood friend. Loki noticed; Stark, as usual, did not.

He and Darcy hadn't discussed anything beyond their not-so-occasional trysts. Loki didn't think she would be the type to swoon over public declarations of who belonged to whom, but damn if he didn't want to publicly claim her anyway and stop any speculation about her availability. Not that Rogers or Barnes seemed to be any threat in that department, apparently.

Loki glanced away and caught his brother shoot a knowing gaze at him before cutting his eyes to the team's two supersoldiers and back. Loki rolled his eyes; what would Thor know, anyway, the great oaf?

The moment they landed back at the Tower, Loki stalked away from his brother and their teammates, determined this time not to let anyone or anything disrupt his reunion with his lover.

Halfway to the science department, Darcy quite literally ran into him face-first.

"Mischief! I was just — " She was cut off when Loki, not caring about any potential security cameras, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into the nearest unoccupied room. Darcy had but a moment to notice it was likely a janitorial closet before her senses were overwhelmed by Loki crowding her against a shelf, shoving his hands into her hair and kissing her fiercely, almost desperately. She responded in kind.

"Norner, Darcy, jeg har savnet deg," he panted in between bruising kisses. "Savnet dette."

She moaned weakly into his mouth and broke away briefly for air. "I don't know what you just said, but I'm pretty sure I agree."

One of his hands slid from her hair to cradle her face, then down her throat and shoulders to wander across her body… or at least that was his intention. Intentions which changed when her breath caught as he passed over her throat. She let out a soft, involuntary whine and her hips rolled ever so subtly against his.

Loki paused, his eyes darkening as he gazed at her. He deliberately slid his hand to the front of her throat, noting her pulse beating even faster than it had been.

"Oh, you like this," he purred. "You like my hand at your throat."

"Yesss," she hissed. She shoved her hands into his hair and pulled him down for a fast, hard kiss. "You can squeeze a little, if you want." Her own eyes darkened with lust. "My safeword is 'Taser.'"

"Faen!" he breathed out, a feral look in his eye, a moment before he teleported them both to his bedroom.

His mouth was on hers, kissing her roughly, passionately. Her hands were pulling his clothes off only slightly slower than his were stripping her, and only because she didn't have the strength to literally tear his clothes off like he was hers. Clothing, both whole and scraps, landed everywhere to be found (and fixed) later. Much later.

As they stripped each other, he'd walked them back towards the bed. Now they were bare and Darcy sat herself on the decadent emerald green bedding, sliding herself back toward the headboard. Loki crawled after her, a dark, hungry look on his face like he was stalking his prey rather than pursuing his lover. She shivered, and he knew it wasn't because she was cold; he knew that kind of anticipation all too well himself.

Darcy's back hit the headboard, leaving her nowhere left to go. Loki continued his slow hunt, never taking his eyes from hers. As he reached her feet, he picked one up and pressed a slow kiss to her ankle, eyes never leaving hers. He kissed his way up her leg and slowly up her inner thigh, nipping at her skin and soothing them with his tongue. He paused when he reached her center, just long enough to breathe in her heady scent, before moving on, wickedly skipping the part of her body she was most desperate for him to pay attention to, denying himself — for now — the pleasure of tasting her.

His hands followed behind his lips, spreading her thighs for him as he slowly worked his way up her body. They grabbed her hips as he kissed up her belly, stopping briefly to dip his tongue into her navel to make her giggle. He laughed lowly along with her, dragging lips and nose to brush up her stomach as he continued his journey. His hands followed up her sides as he made his way to her breasts, where he stopped to pay special attention to one of his favorite parts of her body.

Loki softly kneaded her breasts in his large hands as he lavished attention on them, alternately kissing then licking or nipping at her skin, working his way closer in to her areolas and from thence to her nipples. At the first touch of his lips to one stiff bud, Darcy's head fell back against the headboard in pleasure; her hand made its way up the back of his neck to tangle in his dark hair, gripping just enough to make him moan against her and suck her nipple hard into his mouth. She gasped and let out a whimper as his moan vibrated through her breast and his tongue flicked her stiff peak.

With one last lick, Loki switched from one swollen, sweetly aching nipple to the other, letting his fingers gently tease where his tongue had been moments before. Couldn't do to leave her uneven, so to speak. Oh no, his Darcy deserved to be thoroughly pleasured. He echoed his attentions on her other side. As her moans grew more insistent and her grip on his hair tightened, he slowly became aware that his own moans were coming louder against her, too. He realized he was slowly grinding himself into the blankets under them, desperately seeking any friction to relieve the ache in his groin. Loki growled lowly as he forced himself to stop, to focus back on her.

Loki broke his mouth from her breast as he pushed himself onto his knees before her. He bent his head to kiss her deeply as his hands moved in opposite directions: one slid up to rest just below her throat and the other slid down to lightly rest against her mound. Darcy canted her hips, trying to get his fingers exactly where she wanted them; in response his hand slid from her collarbones to her throat. Loki broke their kiss to meet her halfway hooded eyes.

"Do you trust me, min søte?"

She met his gaze and, like him, refused to look away. "Yes."

"Good girl." Darcy's thighs shifted on either side of him, unconsciously trying to press together, trying to get any kind of stimulation from his unmoving hand. Loki grinned and filed that bit of knowledge away for future use. "Tell me to stop and I will."

"For the love of God, don't stop."

Loki's pupils blew wide, the green of his irises only the slightest slivers, and the hand collaring her throat involuntarily clenched a little.

"Do you, then? Love me? Am I yours, min søte? Your god?" he growled softly against her lips before catching them once again in a rough kiss, sliding his fingers over her clit and through her folds before the words could fully register. He played with her briefly, then slid his fingers inside her. He started with two, sliding them in and out at a slow pace not matching their frantic kiss. Darcy planted her feet on his bed and thrust her hips to meet his every stroke, desperate to get more.

She grasped at his shoulders, begging between kisses: "Please, Loki, more."

Loki was not of a mind to deny his lover what she wanted and so sweetly asked for.

"More of this?" His hand tightened again around her throat. "Or this?" He added a third finger.

"Yesss. Oh, god, yes," she moaned into his mouth and he crooked his fingers to hit her g-spot, ramping up the intensity once he found it.

He let his thumb rest on her clit, moving it along with his fingers to stroke her inside and out. Her moans grew in intensity along with the swelling pleasure he relentlessly drove her to, all possible thoughts of love and the claiming of each other clearly driven from her clever, beautiful mind.

Darcy's legs wound around his waist, pulling him down, closer to her. He broke from their kiss and whispered in her ear: "Let me fuck you, darling."

She nodded frantically.

"Ye-yes! Yes, please, f-fuck! Fuck me, Loki," Darcy panted breathlessly. "Please, please..." She reached up to grab his face and turned it to meet hers where she caught his lips with hers briefly. She fixed her eyes on his. "Fuck me hard."

Loki groaned at her words. He felt like he was on fire, like he could come untouched in that moment. But that wasn't what either of them wanted right then.

"Good girl. Such a good fucking girl for me," he ground out.

Darcy moaned. He wasn't sure if it was from his words or the loss of his fingers as he withdrew his hand from her. He sat up then, his hand sliding from her throat, keeping contact with her skin as it slid down her body. His other hand was soaked in her juices; he stroked himself to coat his dick in them.

He lined himself up with her entrance and pushed inside of her. He entered her slowly, steadily, until he was seated fully inside her, and had to stop, gripping the base of his cock tightly to keep himself under control. He was a thousand years old with the self-discipline to match; he would not come the minute he was inside his lover. Not quite the minute, at least. It was a close thing: she felt, looked, sounded so good responding to him, and he wanted to bask in the feeling of her hot quim cradling his length.

"Fuck, you feel good," she moaned. She squirmed under him, around him, forcing a groan from his throat. "I thought I told you to fuck me hard. Move."

Loki grinned at her. He worked his hand between them to rest his thumb on her clit. "As my lady wishes."

He reached for her again to wrap his hand around her throat; the movement pressed his thumb harder against her nub and her head banged back against the soft headboard in pleasure — all before he'd truly complied with her demand. He slowly pulled back until only his head was left inside her cunt. Then he rammed himself home inside her. Then again. And again. And again, over and over until he felt himself nearing the edge of his control. Judging by the sounds coming from Darcy and the way her legs and pussy started to tremble around him, she was right there with him.

He circled her clit with his thumb and angled his hips just so and he knew they were both moments from hurtling off into orgasm.

"Come for me, min søte. Come with me, there's my good girl. Yes, that's it, come, come—!"

"Loki, Loki, fuck, FUUUUCK LOKI!" She came, hard, his name a ragged scream on her lips as her walls clamped down on him, triggering his own intense climax. His body bowed over hers, his muscles contracting with the force of his orgasm, leaving him gasping into her shoulder as his hips kept moving in tiny reflexive thrusts, emptying himself into her beautiful quim.

Dimly, Loki registered her labored breathing against his hair, and he released her throat before collapsing half on top of her and half to the side. They lay there, panting in unison, holding each other through their aftershocks as they slowly came down from their shared climax. Loki's hands brushed up and down Darcy's thighs, her arms, her sides. Darcy's trailed across his back and shoulders and into his hair.

Darcy smiled, humming contently. "Now that is a hell of a welcome home." She nudged the side of Loki's face with her nose. "Bad mission? Or just missed me?"

Loki huffed in amused satisfaction. "Yes."

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

His expression sobered as he shook his head.

Darcy ran her fingers through his hair. "Why did you call me 'Minnesota'?"

Loki laughed a little, rolling to his side to look at her. "'Min søte.' It means 'my sweet' in Asgardian." He paused to lightly tap her lips. "You are talking too much; I must not have done a thorough enough job."

Darcy laughed in delight. "You were definitely 'thorough'. Very, satisfyingly, mind-blowingly 'thorough'."

He frowned, running a finger along the hand-shaped bruise around her throat. "I am sorry about these. Did I hurt you, darling?"

She ran her hand up his arm to lay her fingers over his. "No more than I wanted you to. I mean, I practically begged you to do it!"

The corners his lips drew up devilishly. "And so you did. Nevertheless, I doubt you want the questions that would inevitably come tomorrow when people see these." He sent a swirl of green seidr across her skin, healing the marks he'd left on her. "Nor do I relish the thought of being beaten and interrogated when they realize I'm the one who put them there."

Darcy fully caught hold of his hand. "Thank you, sweetheart," she said, sleepy from their intense reunion. She brought their hands to her lips for a soft, sweet kiss to the backs of his fingers. Then she rolled to her side, pulling him close to her to press himself along her back. She positioned their entwined hands at her chest, against her heart.

Loki listened as her breathing evened out and her heart slowed as she started to drift off. She squirmed against him one last time, shifting for maximum relaxation. "Mine…" she murmured, so soft he was sure he wasn't intended to hear it, if she even knew she'd said it out loud. His heart swelled in his chest and he feared its beating would wake her.

He nuzzled into her hair and kissed the back of her neck softly, as to not disturb her rest.

"Yours," he whispered, a soft smile on his face. He closed his eyes and drifted off. He knew she'd be there when he woke.

Notes:

Thank you to my beta Justheretoread for the safe word

 

Translations:

• "Norner, Darcy, jeg har savnet deg. Savnet dette."
  Norns, Darcy, I have missed you. Missed this.
• "Min søte"
  My sweet

Chapter 5: A Lesson in Patience

Notes:

Translations in End Notes

Beta read by Justheretoread

Welcome to the chapter that single-handedly doubles the word count up til now! After last chapter, these lovely beautiful idiots decided there needed to be emotional plot.

Darcy woke slowly. She was warm and comfy and held by — oh, right. She'd fallen asleep in Loki's bed. After some mind blowing sex. She grinned to herself; she could get used to this. Darcy opened her eyes to a beautiful sight: Loki, asleep and cuddled up next to her, his face more peaceful than she'd seen before. The peace brought a sense of youth to his face, and Darcy found she liked it. His arm was thrown around her waist, his legs tangled with hers. Oh yes, Darcy could definitely get used to this.

Unfortunately, her bladder disagreed.

With a sigh, Darcy tried to untangle herself from her lover. Loki, apparently, didn't want to stop cuddling; his limbs pulled her back to him, snuggling up to her not unlike a particularly clingy jellyfish.

"Babe, I've gotta get up," she whispered. She didn't want to break the peaceful silence in the room by talking too loud; Lord knows she'd woken up with her heart racing enough times after her kid brother thought it'd be funny to wake her up with a booming "GOOD MORNING!" (She'd later made him regret yanking her comforter off of her.) She wouldn't break Loki's peace like that. Not this morning.

Loki cracked one sleepy eye open. "'Babe'?" he challenged blearily.

Darcy grinned. "Yeah. Babe." She kissed his cheek. "It's Friday, you know. Some of us have to work."

His limbs loosened enough for her to crawl out of his embrace, but not without some sleepy grumbling. Once she was out of the bed, he rolled over and pulled the covers all the way up and over his head. Darcy shook her head fondly. For someone supposedly born to live in the frost and snow, Loki sure did like staying warm and cozy. Not that she could really blame him, as it was a very comfy bed.

Darcy looked around the room for her clothes. Shit! The clothes she'd been wearing yesterday when Loki had pulled her into that closet were in pieces, scattered around his bedroom haphazardly. She'd have to ask him to fix them for her, seeing as how he was the one that tore them apart in the first place. For now, though, she absolutely did not want to do a naked Walk of Shame (although she'd never quite understood that phrase; she wasn't ashamed of sex or pleasure, so why should the walk home the next morning be shameful?) to the bathroom and back to her own room.

So she took his robe. Dressing gown, whatever he wanted to call it. She smiled as she wrapped it around herself; if she couldn't stay in bed cuddled up with him, at least she could surround herself with his scent on the soft fabric she wrapped around her body.

As Darcy headed across the hallway to the bathroom, she heard Thor's snoring from across the apartment. For the millionth time, she wondered how Jane got any sleep, sleeping next to that. Then again, when Jane slept she slept hard so maybe she just…slept right through it. Regardless, if Thor was asleep in bed, Jane was probably also asleep in bed right next to him. She breathed a sigh of relief; hard to be late if you're in the office before the boss. Not that Jane paid attention to little things like scheduled working hours. Still, the other scientists — probably exhausted from the mission they'd just gotten back from — might want coffee and babysitting, not that they'd ever call it that.

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An hour later, Darcy found herself sneaking into the oddly empty lab. Mostly empty. Jane was not, in fact, in Thor's bed, though he'd still been snoring steadily when Darcy had left. She was in her normal position when in the lab: hunched over her data, making notes and connections and mathing out new theories. Darcy assumed she hadn't had coffee and probably hadn't even had breakfast, which was also normal for Jane. She got to work on fixing that.

Ten minutes later, Darcy nudged Jane's elbow aside to set down a mug of coffee and a warmed pastry for said boss-slash-best-friend. Jane seemed to come out of her Science! stupor then, between the physical contact and the smell of the blend Darcy called Scientist Fuel. She brought the mug to her face and savored the steam before downing a good half the mug at once. Then she turned in her seat and pinned Darcy with a stare over the rim of the mug.

"So.. Loki, huh?" Jane said neutrally. Her eyes, on the other hand, said "really?!?"

Darcy squeaked and choked on her own coffee, spluttering. "W-what?"

Jane smirked as Darcy scrambled to clean up her spilled coffee.

"We can hear you, you know. You're not exactly quiet."

"But… everything is supposed to be soundproofed…." Loki had sworn to her that he'd put up soundproofing spells on both of their bedrooms. Her eyes narrowed. That little… He'd lied to her!

Jane decided to have mercy. "You left the door open, Darce."

The little ball of anger — well, embarrassment, mostly, coming out as anger — that had started blossoming in her chest withered instantly.

"Oh."

But the door had been closed when she left Loki's room! Then who…? Darcy flushed. Not that she was ashamed of sleeping with Loki, but — oh god! — that meant either Thor closed the door, likely leading to so much teasing and probably not a little embarrassment on his part on having to close the door against his little brother's wild monkey sex, or Jane did. Which meant she had had to close the door against Darcy's wild monkey sex. With her boyfriend's little brother.

"Oh god," she groaned.

"Okay, I heard you. Thor didn't even get home until, ah, after I closed the door. He was in a debrief meeting a certain someone missed."

She buried her head in her hands in embarrassment. She was never going to hear the end of it, was she? Well, time to face the music. With a deep, fortifying breath, she lifted her head and looked Jane in the eye.

"Yeah. Loki." Try as she might, Darcy couldn't keep a small smile off of her face.

The door to the lab opened, admitting entry to the man himself.

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear," said Jane, amused. She raised her mug of coffee at Loki, earning her a mocking smirk and bow.

"I aim to please," he deadpanned.

He turned his back to the diminutive scientist and headed for the coffeepot, shooting a sly wink at Darcy. Her blush rushed back full force. Luckily, Loki was already past her and couldn't see her reaction in his pursuit of the local elixir of life, Darcy's coffee. She knew her coffee was the best in the lab, and she wasn't about to share her secret. (Just a pinch of salt in the grounds before brewing, it really was that simple.) Had to make herself indispensable around here, y'know, job security and all. Not that Jane would ever let anyone, from Tony Stark to S.H.I.E.L.D. itself, fire her.

She'd mostly managed to collect herself and get her blush under control by the time Loki turned back to the lab, taking in the mostly empty room.

"Where is everyone? I'd have thought Stark and the Monst—" he cut himself off at Darcy's glare, "Banner would have been here ages ago."

Jane answered: "Thor didn't tell you? You're all off today. Everyone who was on that mission this past week has a mandatory few days off. Doctor Banner's orders. Oh, and Fury's looking for…"

The doors to the lab burst open, revealing the man in question. He leveled his eye at Loki, looking as pissed off as he ever did.

"Odinson! With me. Now."

"…you," Jane finished.

Darcy laughed. "Somebody's in trou-ble…" she sang.

Loki looked over with a glare of his own at Darcy. She merely stuck her tongue out at him, earning herself a dismissive eyeroll and shake of his head as he gestured for Fury to exit the lab before following him out.

"So." Jane said, gesturing toward the door. "Loki."

Darcy nodded. "Loki." She took another sip of coffee as she thought about what to say. "I won't apologize for who he is. I know he can be a dick, especially to the rest of the Avengers. I also know he loves his brother and isn't any more dickish to Thor than any other little brother is to his older sibling. And I know that he's my friend." She shrugged. "I really like him, Janey." She hid behind her mug again, pretending to savor the steam coming off the coffee inside. "I really like him," she mumbled. "And I think he really likes me."

Jane eyed her skeptically. "…Okay. You're a big girl, I trust you. I would never have kept you on as my intern if I didn't. But you're also my best friend. If he hurts you…."

"….you'll bury him, I know. You'll have to stand in line until my taser and I are done with him, but after that you and Thor can have at him. But I... I just don't think that's going to be necessary." Darcy shrugged. "Gut feeling."

Jane shrugged in acquiescence. Then she grinned at her bestie-slash-intern in the way only close girlfriends can. "Does anyone else know? Do you want anyone else to know? He's not making you keep it a secret, is he? Because, again, I will kill him for you."

Darcy grinned back. "Duly noted. And no, he's not making me do anything. C'mon, when have you ever known me to do something I didn't want to? We just... we haven't discussed being public. Or, yknow, being anything beyond fuckbuddies. Friends with benefits. Whatever." She waved her hand in the air. "And anyway, I honestly don't want to deal with the ribbing everyone will give me if they find out. Loki will get worse; I don't think he deserves that."

Jane tilted her head at that. "I think you might be surprised at the way people react, Darce." She shrugged at the skeptical look Darcy shot her way. "Gut feeling. Still, you know me. You want it under wraps, I'll keep my mouth shut. I wouldn't spread gossip about you, especially if you're not ready — "

"If we ever are!"

"— to be public with it."

"…if there's ever anything to be public with," Darcy muttered. Jane did know the meaning of "just fuckbuddies," right?

"…Right…." Jane did her best to keep a knowing look off of her face. If Darcy couldn't see what was between her and Loki, didn't realize they weren't quite as subtle as they thought they were, well, who was Jane to try to convince her of it? She thought they'd work it out eventually, anyway.

Hopefully before a certain genius billionaire playboy philanthropist with no brain-to-mouth filter caught on and ruined their adorable charade.

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Loki didn't come back to the lab for the rest of the day; Darcy figured he was, like Thor and the rest of the team, taking the day off. She hoped he was. She hoped Fury had only verbally eviscerated him for missing last night's debrief, rather than physically eviscerating him. With Director Fury, one could never be quite sure.

When she and Jane finally made it back to their shared apartment, they were unsurprised to find their men, the Odinson boys (emphasis on boys), bickering over who-knows-what. As usual. They could hear the bickering through the door; Darcy rolled her eyes. Siblings, she thought. Can't live with em, can't live without them. She wasn't terribly close with most of her family, but she did miss her own little brother sometimes. Very occasionally.

She absolutely did not miss walking in on Shawn and his girlfriend going at it when they'd all been home for the holidays this past winter. She knew he was a grown man at this point (and wasn't that a strange thought, her baby brother all grown up?), but there are just some things one is never meant to know or think about one's sibling. Things which Jane now knew about Darcy and Loki. Things which Thor would inevitably find out about his own baby brother and the woman he called his lightning sister. Oh dear….

Darcy felt the rush of blood in her face for just about the millionth time that day. Keep it cool, Darcy, she thought to herself as Jane finally opened the door and the two women stepped into their shared home.

Jane, as always, made a beeline for Thor. Those two really were adorable. Like, sickeningly adorable. What she wouldn't give… Darcy shook her head minutely to clear her thoughts.

As she looked up from where she'd stood to remove her shoes, she saw Loki on the couch, looking at her with a question clear as day on his face. She could almost hear it in his voice: What is in your mind that has you blushing and bashful, hmm?

Darcy glanced across the room at their housemates, once again completely wrapped up in each other, and thought she did a very good job at keeping all embarrassment or the longing she'd only just barely allowed herself to admit in the quiet of her mind from her face and her body language. She looked back to Loki.

"Later," she mouthed. "Tonight."

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Later — and thank god tomorrow was Saturday! — after dinner, and what Jane liked to call "family TV time" (Darcy thought it was funny; Loki thought it was annoying but didn't want to deal with the other three pestering him to join them), and after Jane (as usual) fell asleep against Thor (also as usual), and after he (once again, as usual) carried Jane into their shared bedroom, Loki trailed after Darcy as she made her way into her own room.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you mind? Kinda getting ready for bed here…" She gestured to the sleep shorts and oversized shirt waiting for her on her bed.

He raised an eyebrow right back at her. "As though I have never seen you naked? Although, I must admit that I do not think I will ever tire of the sight. Why are you putting on clothes for bed, anyway, when you could simply come to my bed unclothed? Or I could come to yours, since we're here already." He'd slowly sidled up to her from his place leaning against the door frame and now ran his hands up her torso as though to push her shirt up her body.

She smiled, but it didn't quite reach the corners of her eyes.

"I wanted to talk first, actually. And we both know that won't happen if I don't have any clothes on." She pushed him away, mostly gentle but with the force needed to move his ass when he wasn't already moving.

Loki held his hands up in mock surrender. "You did promise to tell me what made you blush so prettily when you arrived home. If this," he gestured to the comfortable but truly hideous sleep shirt, "is what you require in order to do so, I suppose I can endure it." He sighed with a clearly fake put-upon look on his face. "For now."

"Yeah, yeah, you just watch it, mister. Unless you want to sleep alone tonight?" Darcy grabbed her sleep clothes and left for the bathroom. She heard him mutter Norns forfend with genuine feeling as she left.

When she returned, Loki was sitting on her bed, waiting for her. He reached for her hand.

"Now tell me, what was in that devious mind of yours that made you blush so much this evening? Were you thinking of me?" He waggled his eyebrows at her. She blushed, again.

"I uh.. sort of? That is, I was thinking about howJaneheardusandnowsheknows. About..." she gestured between them, "...us."

As much as there is an us, she thought. I'd really like there to be an us, but does Loki? He's never said anything, never flirted in public — and okay, yesterday he grabbed me from the hall and that wasn't exactly private, but it's not like it was in full view of everyone either and then he just magicked us to his room and oh my god, that was so hot, but was it to keep anyone from seeing? I mean, I can totally be okay if he wants to keep this quiet. He probably just wants to keep this a friendly thing, yeah, sex between friends with no strings, right? Like, the affectionate nicknames he keeps calling me, and the way he's holding my hand, that's all just natural between friends who fuck, right?? He's…he's never said he wants anything else, not really. It's all just been, like, heat of the moment sexy talk, right? Yeah. Just the sex talking. Yes. Keep it cool, Darce, cool as a cucumber. Just friends. Who fuck. yes. Right.

Loki's low, soft chuckle broke through the storm spiraling in her mind. "Is that what you were speaking about when I was designated a 'devil' simply for walking into the room?" His voice lowered as he teased her: "Did I interrupt your confession, min kjære?"

"What? I — kind of?" Darcy sputtered as her brain was yanked from her thoughts and back into the present conversation. "She asked me, if you must know. We um." She gestured between them. "We left your door open yesterday, and she heard juuuust about everything. It's not like we were exactly quiet."

"Ah. And you confessed the rest, I presume?" He laughed again. "I can only imagine the kinds of things those lab walls have heard by now. Did you tell her all the sordid details, then? Perhaps we should leave the door open more often; we might teach my oaf of a brother some new things."

"I mean, I didn't spill all the details or anything, because, y'know, that's private and we haven't talked about being together publicly or about sharing details, but…wait, what?" Darcy's brain stuttered to a stop. "You want them to know?"

Loki smiled, raising his eyebrows at her. "I certainly won't be upset if they do. After all, those two aren't particularly shy. Why should we hide what they do not?"

Oh. Oh. Well then. A spark of hope blossomed in her chest.

"I… does this mean you want there to be an 'us'?"

Loki's face took on an incredulous expression, as if to say "aren't we already an 'us'?"

"Publicly, I mean," she continued. "Or at least, yknow, to anyone else who lives here. Because if Thor knows then every—"

He pulled her to him as he stood from her bed, cutting off her sentence with his lips against hers.

Loki smiled against her lips. "Did I not just intimate that I do not mind in the least if my brother and his paramour know? That we could leave the door open as often as you'd like for all I care about anyone knowing about us?"

Darcy's mind finally caught up with the words coming from her lover's — boyfriend's? — mouth and her eyes lit up like the sparklers she'd loved playing with every 4th of July as a child. She kissed him fiercely, pushing him back to her bed. He sat upon the mattress, pulling her with him to sit in his lap, straddling him as their lips and tongues intertwined.

Their hands roamed each others' bodies, from their faces to their necks, down each others' arms and back up their bodies, stopping every once in a while to tangle their fingers together and savor the moment.

Slowly, their kisses gained urgency. Slowly, they began to rock against one another. Loki's hands made their way up and under Darcy's shirt as her hands found their way into his hair. Her hands cradled his head; his cradled her breasts. She rocked harder, more urgently, against him as his thumbs brushed her nipples, making him moan into her mouth through their kisses. His brushing touches turned into sensual caresses, evoking moans with every pass across her pert buds, before abandoning them to grab the hem of her shirt to lift it up to expose her tits to his hungry eyes.

Darcy disengaged her fingers from his hair to grab his wrists, stopping him from stripping her with the tiniest of reluctant whines. She broke from their kiss, panting.

"If it's all the same to you," she said once her breathing calmed enough to allow speech, "I'd like to keep the door closed this time." She pushed herself off of his lap, stepping back off the bed. "Not all of us are exhibitionists, Mischief." She winked in his direction before turning to close her door.

Just before her hand touched the door, a swirl of Loki's green seidr closed it for her. She turned back to him with a mock scowl on her face. "Brat."

Loki's mischievous grin widened. "I've been called worse, though by none so lovely as you. Come here," he commanded.

Darcy rolled her eyes and snorted in laughter. "Of course, Your Highness," she said, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in her voice as she made her way back to him.

Loki's grin turned from mischievous to sensual as his eyes darkened. "Oh, I do so enjoy when you recognize my rank as prince."

Her returning grin turned sensual and challenging. "Oh do you, my prince?"

Upon hearing his sharply indrawn breath, she stored the knowledge away: he did so very clearly enjoy it. She could work with that.

He commanded her in a low voice: "Strip for me."

She met his eyes. "As my lord commands."

She slowly drew her shirt over her head, gratified at his stifled groan as she bared her tits to him. She half expected him to reach out to touch her, but to her surprise his hands stayed where they were, curled into fists beside his thighs as though he had to force himself not to make contact with her skin, lest his control break and he take her right then. But Darcy didn't want his self-control; she wanted to drive him as wild as he drove her. She turned her back to him and stripped off her shorts, bending at the waist to pull them all the way down and step out of them. She'd seen the move in a few pornos; she hoped it looked as sexy in real life as it did on her computer screen.

"Faen! You'll be the death of me, minx," said Loki, voice rough with barely-contained lust.

She turned back to him, and saw that although he seemingly hadn't moved a muscle, he was now fully nude. His cock was hard and weeping and stood proudly between his legs. Yep, that move's getting added to my sexy arsenal, she thought. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back to him so she straddled his lap on her knees again.

When she tried to sink down on his cock, he held her still. "Now, what has you in such a hurry, min søte?"

He took one nipple in his mouth as one hand moved from her hip to her wet heat, sliding a finger through her folds and slowly, teasingly into her.

Darcy moved her hips as much as he would allow, which wasn't very much. "Loki… my prince, please," she begged. She needed more. More of his fingers in her, more of his touch on her clit, more of whatever she could get from him, whatever he would give her.

Loki growled hungrily as she addressed him by his rank. He gave one last scrape of his teeth against her nipple before releasing her breast with a pop from his mouth. "Patience, kjæreste. We have all night." His thumb pressed down over the shaft of her clit, through the layers of her labia, and she whimpered with need. He slowly circled his thumb over her little bundle of nerves, having stilled his finger buried in her cunt. Her hips jerked. It was so good, but so soft and teasing. Goddamn him, he liked to keep her whimpering and on edge, begging for him. "In fact, I think tonight is a good time for a lesson in patience." She could hear the evil grin in his voice.

"Loki…"

"Ah-ah. Tonight I'm not just your lover, dear girl. You said it yourself: tonight, I am your prince. And you — are you mine to command?"

She closed her eyes and answered him breathily, "Yes, Prince Loki."

"Good girl." His finger crooked inside her and pressed against her sweet spot, sending sparks across her vision as the sensation combined with his teasing touches over her clit.

"You'll find I am an exacting but magnanimous prince. I have rules for you to follow tonight. You can do this for me, yes?"

Darcy eyed him with trepidation, but her aching cunt and clit overrode her brain screaming beware! Finally she nodded her assent. His fingers moved in tandem, fueling the fire building inside her as he listed his rules, bringing her a renewed sensation of pleasure with each one.

"Rule one: You will address me according to my rank." A swirl of his thumb coaxed from her a soft moan of pleasure.

"Rule two: You will tell me when you are close to orgasm." His finger brushed her g-spot softly as his thumb moved again.

"Rule three: I will decide when you get to come, not you." His fingers moved in sync again, his thumb pressing more firmly over her clit. Darcy ground her hips down, desperate for more.

"Rule four: There will be consequences for not following these rules." His thumb slowed and lightened the pressure and he withdrew his finger from her pussy until it just rested against her opening. Darcy whimpered with the loss of sensation.

"Finally, rule five: Follow my rules and I promise you will thoroughly enjoy your reward." His finger plunged back inside her cunt as his thumb finally, blessedly pushed through her folds to make direct contact with her clit. She cried out at the sensation, bending her head to rest on his shoulder as she let her hips move with his hand.

He turned his head to kiss the side of her neck and whispered, "Do you understand, Darcy? Will you follow my rules tonight?"

"Y-yes," she replied on a shaking breath.

"Yes what, love?" His hand moving against and inside her pussy was very distracting, making it difficult to process what he was saying, much less respond to it coherently.

"Yes, P-prince Loki." He growled, deeply gratified at hearing his proper title from her lips.

"Good girl." He finger-fucked her a few more times before slowing to a stop again, frustrating her but definitely giving her back the ability to listen, to process, to think. What a fucking tease, she thought, but I love it. His free hand had migrated up her back to slide into her hair. He tugged her head back just enough to look her in the eyes. "Do you have any questions before we truly begin?"

God, she was dripping and already halfway to an orgasm, and he thought they hadn't "truly begun"? She was so fucked. In such the best way.

Darcy licked her lips and swallowed to moisten her throat. "W…what happens if I come before you say I can? If I don't follow your rules?" He raised an eyebrow at her as his thumb slowly withdrew from her clit. "Your Highness," she quickly added on, causing his lips to twitch into a small grin as he returned his thumb to her flesh.

"Ah, but I know you won't. You are my good girl, are you not?"

"Okay, but what if I do, though, your maj?" Good girl she may be, but there was no fucking the sarcasm out of her.

"Brat," Loki laughed. "If you do — but I know you won't because you want to obey me in this — I'll ruin your orgasm." His hand stopped altogether. "I'll take my hands away. We'll take a break, let you gather your self-control. Then we'll start again, kjære." He started moving again, his touches gentle and teasing. "We'll keep going until you show how well you can control yourself for me; then and only then will you get your sweet release."

Darcy whimpered, not sure if she was going to survive the night. "But Loki—" His hand tightened in her hair, just enough to tug. "—Your Highness," she corrected herself. "That could take all night!"

"That's why I know you'll be a good girl. You do want your reward tonight, don't you?"

She let out a shaky breath and rested her forehead against his. "Yes, my prince."

"Good girl." His voice was silk and smoke, smooth and deep and somehow still ragged with want as he pushed a second finger inside her. Good lord, just when she thought he couldn't make her want him more than she already did, he proved her wrong.

Darcy moaned and writhed against her prince as he worked his fingers inside her, in time with the circling of his thumb around her clit. "Fuck, it feels so good..." she gasped out. Loki slid his hand from her hair to her back, encouraging her to arch against him. Her breasts thrust toward him and he lowered his mouth to them, suckling at her nipples until she grasped at his shoulders in an effort not to fall backwards off of Loki and off of the bed.

Loki pushed a third finger against her entrance as he nipped one sweet bud and soothed it with the flat of his tongue. He moaned against her breast and the vibrations seemed to travel directly to her cunt, starting a chain reaction as he stretched her with his fingers. Her legs started to tremble. She clutched at him and left marks on his back and shoulders in her effort to keep herself together, but she knew it was a losing battle.

"Loki, Loki, fuck shit sweetheart I'm gonna come fuck!"

The moment she tipped over the edge, her prince did as he had promised and withdrew his hand from her entirely. She felt empty and her muscles clenched around nothing, her clit screaming for the attention he denied it, her orgasm fizzling into nothing - just as his royally annoying highness had said would happen. As she caught her breath, she felt him gently trailing the hand that had been buried in her cunt up and down her spine and heard him murmuring to her in a soothing voice.

"Breathe for me, sweetheart. That's it, just let it go. Am I not a prince of my word? You thought you could come without my permission and I showed you the consequence. You're still my good girl, kjære, and you'll make it up to me — and I'll make sure you're rewarded at the end for your patience."

Darcy shuddered, letting the last of her ruined orgasm go. She dropped her head to his shoulder. "You're lucky I love you," she grumbled under her breath. She felt his cheek resting against her head stretch in a wide smile and heard it reflected in his voice.

"Very lucky, min søte. Min kjærlighet."

She reared back, only keeping upright and on the bed by virtue of his hands holding her in place. "Not that lucky if you can't even remember my goddamn name! Let me go!" She shoved at his chest and shoulders, trying to escape from his traitorous embrace. "It's Darcy, you asshole. Dar-cy! Who the FUCK is Charlotte?"

Loki laughed softly as he caught her hands with one of his own — the one not keeping her from escaping. "Peace, Darcy. Peace." He drew her back to himself despite her struggles and spoke softly by her ear. "She's you, my love. Min kjærlighet."

All the fight left her as his words penetrated her anger. It seemed to be the theme of the day, some vague analytical part in the back of her brain thought. She sat down on his thighs, slightly stunned, as what he said truly clicked in her brain. Her eyes shone with wonder and she couldn't stop the grin spreading across her face even if she wanted to.

"You love me." Darcy looked at him, barely daring to hope that she'd heard him right, and honestly a little overwhelmed with every emotion washing through her.

"I do."

"You love me."

Loki's smile turned soft as he gazed back at her. He released her hands to push a strand of her hair out of her face to see her clearly.

"Yes. And you love me."

Darcy surged forward to throw her arms around him, practically mauling his mouth with hers in her effort to show him exactly how much she loved him. "I do," she replied between kisses. "I really do."

Loki pulled her body against his, returning her kisses with matching fervor. Her hips started to roll, starting a body roll that pressed their bodies together, trapping his dick between them. Her tits pressed against his chest as they moved together and she dragged her nails up his back as they moaned into each others' mouths.

Darcy pushed his shoulders back, intending to lay him across the bed so she could grind against his delicious cock before riding him to kingdom come, but he stopped her with his hand spread across her collarbones at the base of her throat. "No, love, not yet," he panted against her lips. "You still need to gather yourself. Can't have you coming early again, can we?" Mischief sparkled in his eyes. "I do believe I said something about making it up to me, for trying to come without permission."

Loki sat up straighter, his face once again taking on an imperiousness she imagined he'd perfected over nearly a millennium in his father's court.

"Kneel."

"As my prince commands," she murmured, sliding backwards off of him, off the bed and to her knees between his parted thighs, settling right where he wanted her.

"So.. how exactly should I 'make it up to you,' Your Highness?" She trailed her fingers up his inner thighs, from his knees to his groin, following her touches with a trail of kisses. "Like this?" she asked between teasing kisses. Her fingers cradled his balls. "Like this?" She swept her tongue up the underside of his dick, from balls to tip. "Or like this?" She swallowed the head of his dick and flicked her tongue against the spot she knew he liked just under the glans.

"Norns, Darcy…"

She felt his hand work its way into her hair again. She kept one hand cradling his balls, kneading ever so softly, and brought the other up to stroke his length below her mouth. Loki groaned and leaned back, looking down his body at her to see his cock disappear between her kiss-swollen lips. He couldn't have stopped the slight roll of his hips even if he'd wanted to, and she loved it. She closed her eyes and savored the taste of his cock on her tongue, the feel of his smooth length against the flat of her tongue, the tightening of his hand in her hair as she hummed a moan around him. The sensation seemed to trigger something in him, and his hips moved more insistently, in time with his hand in her hair directing her up and down his cock as he fucked into her mouth. The more he used her mouth, the more she groaned in delight around him and the faster he moved. It was a cycle of ever-increasing pleasure and if he thought this was a break to cool her libido he couldn't have been more wrong. She was dripping.

She resisted the urge to take one hand from him and dip it between her legs. She had agreed to obey him tonight, hadn't she? And he'd said nothing about Darcy touching herself. In fact, his rules seemed to imply the opposite.

Loki's fingers clutched her hair tightly before he forced them open with a groan. "Darcy, love, kjaere, I'm—"

She grinned mentally. She took one last big breath before swallowing his cock down her throat, humming in anticipation.

"Fuck! Darcy! Faen, føles så bra kjære!"

Loki held her head gently despite the intensity of his climax as his hips bucked against her lips, spurting cum down her throat. Darcy pulled back from him, just enough to swirl her tongue over the head of his cock to gather the last of his spend. He jerked against her, overstimulated, before withdrawing from her mouth entirely.

Before Darcy could swallow the last of his cum, Loki pulled her up and kissed her, sweeping his tongue against hers, tasting himself on her. His arms wrapped around her, keeping as much of his skin in contact with as much of hers as possible. As he caught his breath, he whispered words of love to her, only some of which she understood.

After a few moments, he pulled her up onto the bed with him, rolling so they laid together. Who would have thought Loki was a cuddler? She remembered waking up in his embrace that morning. Oh, right…. The corners of her eyes crinkled as she smiled with the memory, watching her beautiful lover bask in the afterglow of his orgasm.

She drew shifting patterns randomly on his skin with the tips of her fingers, keeping her touches feather-light. The last thing Loki needed right now was to be more overstimulated.

As his breathing slowly evened out, her touches grew bolder. She trailed her fingers up and down his back; she drew swirling patterns over his hip and down his leg; she traced the lines of his abs and up his chest before coming to brush the rim of his ear. She trailed her fingers back down his side, touches firmer now, to trace the chiseled lines of his adonis belt from hip to groin and back again. Loki caught her hand in his and brought it to his mouth to kiss her fingertips.

"Getting impatient, min søte?" He asked. "I do believe the point of tonight's activities was to teach you patience, my dear."

Loki caught her other hand and brought it to meet its sister in his grip. Then her hands were held above her head, pressed into the pillows as he rolled her onto her back - and himself above her. He kissed her sweetly, with increasing passion before pressing her hands down.

"Keep these here. That is an order from your prince."

She giggled. "Yes, Your Highness. Your wish is my command!" she replied saucily. He nipped at her lips in retaliation.

"Minx. We shall see if your skill at following my commands has improved, hmm?"

He released her hands. She kept them where he had put them. She kept them there despite the growing urgency to touch him as he kissed his way down her body, diverting for a nip here, a lick of the tit there, a tongue dipped into her bellybutton, a lingering kiss to her mons just above her clit.

Loki ran his fingers through her dripping slit before dipping his head to taste her sweet nectar directly from the source. He teased her with his tongue, alternating between stroking and flicking her clit with his tongue and pressing it into her. He moaned with the taste and feel of her, which made her moan and buck her hips against his face. He held her hips down with one arm across her pelvis as he feasted.

He was careful, though. He teased and tormented her pussy with his talented silver tongue. It was never enough to push her anywhere near the edge of orgasm, but certainly enough to keep her panting, writhing, and, eventually, calling his name.

"Loki!"

At the first sound of his name from her sweet lips, he surged up her body, replacing his tongue in her pussy with two fingers pushed deftly inside, to kiss her fiercely. She tasted herself on his lips and hummed in pleasure into his kiss.

His fingers never ceased their slow, deliberate movement in and out of her as he laid himself against her side. He tangled the fingers of his free hand with hers, giving her a point to focus on as he stretched her on his fingers and slowly added a third. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear in his native tongue as he played her body like a finely-tuned instrument.

His thumb once again came to rest on her clit, moving with the soft thrusting of his fingers into her sweet cunt. She moaned and writhed under his ministrations, losing herself in a fog of pleasure.

"Loki... please..."

"Please what, kjære?"

"Please, Your Highness. Please…"

She could hear the amusement in his short huff of laughter. "Very good, kjæreste, but what is it you beg me for? Are you close?" His voice dropped in tone and volume, his lips brushing her ear. "Do you want to come?"

Darcy bit her lip and whined with the effort of staying coherent and in control of herself. She nodded. "Y-yes. Please, Loki, my prince."

His fingers slowed inside her and his thumb stilled altogether against her clit.

"No."

Darcy let out a tiny sob. She didn't know how Loki expected her to not come when he touched her like that.

"Breathe for me, sweetheart. I'm not done with you yet." He kissed the shell of her ear. "Just a little more to go, love, I know you can take it."

Darcy did as she was told. She breathed in one long, shaking breath, letting it out in a slow, steady stream. She breathed again, in and out. Her heart and her nearly overwhelming pleasure calmed a bit as she did.

When Loki deemed her to be sufficiently backed down from the edge, he crooked his fingers in her to brush against her sweet spot. Her hips bucked against him, without her permission, pressing her nub into his thumb.

"Just a little more, sweet girl. I know you can do this for me. For your prince." He murmured to her. He resumed his monologue in her ear in that language she did not know. She tried to focus on his words, despite not understanding her lover's native tongue. Anything to keep from coming before he said she could. She didn't think she could take a third round. Her focus was shattered as he slipped a fourth finger alongside the rest.

"Oh god! Please, please Loki! Fuck, please Your Highness, I don't —" she babbled. God, she needed to come soon or she wouldn't be able to hold back. She was losing her mind from the pleasure and it was all she could do to breathe in and out and focus on nothing but the sensations of her pussy stuffed full and his thumb swirling ever so softly against her clit and on not coming until —

"Scream for me, sweetness."

And she did. She came, screaming incoherently, his name passing her lips along with profanities she didn't even know she knew, until she was reduced to a gutteral scream as she ground herself down onto his fingers and writhed against his thumb pressing on her nub, until the edges of her consciousness turned white and she gushed over his hand inside her. She screamed and came until she thought she would pass out from the pleasure.

Loki drew her orgasm out as long as he could. He kept his fingers moving inside of her, brushing against her sweet spot. He kept his thumb swirling over her clit ever-so-lightly. He didn't stop as he felt her tremble and shake, as her wetness drenched his hand and the bed under them, not until she stopped writhing against him and started squirming weakly away from him. Then, and only then, when she was wrung out with pleasure and starting to edge into being overstimulated, did he slow his fingers until they simply rested inside her for a few moments before he slipped them out of her entirely.

Darcy thought she might have died and gone to Valhalla. She floated happily, high on endorphins, held by her soft bedding and her lover who stroked her hair as she basked in her post-orgasmic bliss. She came down slowly, ever-so-slowly as his touches and occasional kisses dropped on her head, her face, her hands grounded her. God, she wanted to fall into sleep surrounded by Loki and the evidence of their passion, but—

"Ugh… I feel kinda gross. Sticky."

Loki laughed softly. "Would you like me to fix that for you?" He held up a hand, green seidr swirling around his fingertips.

Darcy shook her still-somewhat-floaty head. "I'd rather shower. With you. Carry me?"

With an affectionate sigh of mock annoyance, he did. There, they proceeded to clean each other. Then got dirty again. Then clean again for the night. When they made it back to Darcy's bed, she just barely had time to note that Loki had cleaned up with his magic before she passed out in his arms. Her dreams were filled with green and black and hints of gold and all the things she wanted to tell him some day.

Notes:

Darcy's coffee trick is real. Try it! Just a pinch of salt in the grounds before you brew it. I promise it won't make your coffee salty, and you won't regret it!

 

Translation(s):

• "min kjære"
  my dear
• "Min kjærlighet"
  My love
  (Sounds kind of like "min Charliette/Charlotte")
• Faen, føles så bra kjære!
  Fuck, feels so good sweetheart!

Chapter 6: A Long Day of Meetings

Notes:

beta read by Justheretoread

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Loki woke abruptly to the sound of someone pounding on a door. Probably his door, as the only rooms in this hallway were his own, the restroom, and Darcy's room — where he and his lover currently slept. Well, where they had been sleeping; Darcy was still asleep even if he was not. Although, he thought, she wouldn't continue that way if that pounding continued. He sent a flick of seidr in the general direction of the hallway, muffling the sound before pulling her closer to him to bury his nose in her hair and drift off again. After all, hadn't Dr. Banner himself decreed that everyone was owed several days of rest and relaxation? Staying abed with his very accommodating lover certainly fulfilled that order.

"LOKI!" He groaned and pulled his pillow over his head. Thor was nothing if not persistent, and once he got something into his head he rarely gave up. "Loki! I WILL break this door down if need be, little bother! Rise and shine!"

Ugh.

Loki knew Thor wasn't bluffing. He rarely did. Fine.

He carefully extracted himself from his lover's bed and made his way to the door, clothing himself with magic as he went.

Loki opened the door just enough to stick his head out of the door. He didn't think Darcy would appreciate him flinging it open dramatically as he was wont to do, as it could allow Thor to see in enough to reveal her nudity. She wasn't exactly covered by her comforter. Not to mention the fact that Loki had no intentions of letting his own brother see her naked — the brother who, as Loki had predicted, was standing in front of his room, practically beating the door off its hinges.

---

Darcy woke up slowly, then all at once when she realized the bed next to her was empty. What the fuck? They were supposed to spend all day in bed together. Resisting the urge to pout, she reached for her phone to check the time.

There were two new text messages waiting for her, both from Loki.

I have been summoned by the one-eyed annoyance and Thor is insistent. I would much rather spend the day in bed with you.

She rolled her eyes. Of course that asshole would see fit to summon Loki on one of the very rare days they both had completely off. Of course it would be on the first one where they'd planned to spend it together.

Fury, not Odin

Darcy snorted. Yeah, that asshole too. Groaning, she tossed her phone back onto her nightstand. What to do with her free time? She had no scientists to babysit today. She had no paperwork to catch up on. The only thing to do around here was watch TV, or….

Darcy grinned to herself.

Today was going to be fun.

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"I specifically instructed, as the team's resident doctor, that everyone involved in last week's mission be given several days off! No meetings. No Avengers-related anything. Just rest and relaxation. There had better be a good reason you've seen fit to break those orders, Director."

Bzz!

Loki dragged his attention from the brewing fight (or so he hoped) between Banner and Fury to read Darcy's text.

I'm boooooored

WYD?

"I understand your concern, Dr. Banner, but our analytics team has uncovered urgent information that cannot wait. I'm afraid this may take all day to cover and strategize for. I don't want to be here either, people, but the mission takes priority."

Loki snorted softly to himself. Maybe for Fury it took priority. He was only there because Thor would have literally dragged him by the back of the neck if he hadn't walked voluntarily. He could have fought his brother off, but the ladies — that is, Darcy, as he didn't give too much thought to what Dr. Foster thought other than how it affected him, which was to say, how it affected Darcy — likely would not have appreciated the evidence of a fight in their apartment.

It seems I am about to be in a long day of meetings, darling. I suspect I am equally as bored as you are.

The best way to get through a long boring day was to at least appear to pay attention, he had found in his many years of attending his father's Odin's court. Preferably while subtly creating mischief.

bzz

Wanna have some fun? I'm all alone with only these sweater puppies for company

A photo followed, showing her chest in her oversize sweater. Judging from the lack of straps above the neckline, her bra was deliciously absent.

The corner of Loki's mouth tipped up in a subtle grin. This could be an interesting diversion from the boredom of the one-eyed wonder droning on all day only to arrive at the same conclusion as always: send in the Avengers (plus Loki) to take out the threat.

go on…

It took Darcy a while to reply, but when she did, his patience was well rewarded. Fury was a good ten minutes into his explanation of the new information and why it meant everyone had their rest days cut short when Loki's phone buzzed several times in a row.

Loki snuck a look at his phone. She'd sent him a quick succession of pictures.

Darcy, laying in bed with one hand shoved down her panties, the other in a fist near her chin holding her sweater up, baring one breast and caught on the other's nipple, its outline showing through the sweater.

Darcy's bed, all her toys (and there were a few he'd never seen before) laid out on a towel within arms reach of the center of the bed.

Darcy holding a tentacle-shaped toy from the center of the lineup in her hand.

Darcy holding her largest toy, the one she'd shown him weeks ago when their game had started.

Darcy holding a butt plug he'd never seen before. It had a pretty green jewel set in its flared base.

Loki swallowed and texted her back before anything else came through:

Is that new? Did you buy it just to tease me?

bzz

Yes, and absolutely. You like?

Very much, min søte.

bzz

Any preferences on where I should start?

Surprise me, darling.

Loki schooled his face to mask the look of anticipation that wanted to break free and pretended to pay attention to the meeting.

Surprise him she did. The next time his phone buzzed, she'd sent him a picture of the smallest toy in her hand.

I'll admit, it's kind of disappointing after last night.

Perhaps if you add that new plug it will be more satisfying.

He bit down a grin of satisfaction and desire at the thought of his lover wearing his color secretly between her cheeks, marking her as his in one of her most intimate places. He looked back up; it wouldn't do to let on that he wasn't paying the slightest attention.

bzz

you were right

A photo of her nethers, glistening toy resting against her folds and a glint of green from between her ass cheeks.

it is more satisfying. Still nothing compared to you.

Of course not, dear girl. Nothing you own can compare to me, nor do your toys have my skills.

bzz

This one looks more promising.

This time the picture showed the second-to-smallest toy in her hand.

Indeed. Do let me know the results, sweetheart.

Five minutes later, the spider lady was giving her assessment of the new intelligence.

bzz

Loki's insides fluttered with excitement.

Better. Still not what I'm looking for, though…

A second later, another photo: the next toy in the lineup nestled just above her glistening folds.

You'll be the death of me, naughty girl

bzz

The little death, perhaps ;)

Feels good?

bzz

yess

Several minutes passed. Loki looked attentive, but his mind was several stories away, picturing Darcy fucking herself with her toys, wishing he was there to watch in person.

bzz

The next toy, tucked between her red lips as she sucked it into her mouth.

Minx.

bzz

The same toy, tucked between her other lips this time. Loki's breath caught for a fraction of a second before he schooled himself into looking bored again.

Now tell me: how does that feel, sweet girl?

bzz

fukcing amazign

He couldn't help sinking lower into his chair any more than he could help the grin that finally showed itself in the corner of his mouth.

Good.

Now fuck yourself with it until you can't stand it. Then give yourself a break and move up to the next one.

Don't come until I say you can.

Ow! What in the world was his oaf of a brother doing kicking him under the table? This wasn't their first official meeting and they weren't in their 50s anymore. He looked up to scowl at Thor and saw Fury glowering at him over his shoulder.

bzz

"Something you'd like to share with the class, Mr. Odinson?"

A snicker sounded from somewhere near the spies' section of the conference table at Fury's condescending look, which reminded Loki of nothing so much as the look his mother or one of his childhood tutors would give him when they caught him not paying attention to his current lesson.

Loki's eyes narrowed in annoyance as he straightened himself into a more princely posture.

"Nicholas. I should like to remind you that I am here voluntarily and may leave at any time I wish. Now I presume there is a reason you desired my presence here enough to convince Thor to threaten me if I wasn't here. I've not been an unruly schoolboy in many centuries; I'd advise against treating me as one if you wish me to remain here."

bzz

Fury raised his eyebrow at him.

"As you are here as a condition of your temporary release from Asgard's dungeons, I'd advise paying attention, lest we revoke your current status as an Avenger and deem your assistance unnecessary here on Earth."

bzz

Loki raised an eyebrow himself and gave a half nod in acknowledgement. The moment Fury looked away, Loki glanced down at his phone to see several missed texts from Darcy.

Or what?

Loki?

Or WHAT?

Sorry, darling, I was distracted.

Or you may have to make a choice: hold off and be well rewarded tonight or come now and perhaps miss out on something fun later.

I seem to recall you liked your reward for your patience last night.

bzz

yes I did

You screamed so good for me, sweetheart.

bzz bzz

yess I didd

fcuk this feels good

Loki subtly shifted in his chair. He could imagine Darcy in her room, writhing in pleasure as she filled her holes with toys for him. He could almost hear her moans as she tried to hold on, to fuck herself right up to the edge without going over, her whimpers as she made herself stop, pull the toy out of her cunt, pick up the next one and start again.

Norns but it was such a delicious challenge to keep a straight face and a still body and appear as though he was paying attention to this unbearably boring meeting. He knew his own reward would come soon enough, whatever Darcy chose for herself.

bzz

A new series of pictures:

Darcy licking her own juices off the toy she'd recently had in her pussy.

A new toy - a tentacle slightly larger than the last toy - laid on her belly, its tip directing his gaze to the thatch of glistening hair between her thighs.

Darcy's legs spread wide, one hand pushing the tentacle halfway into her swollen cunt.

The toy pressed into her to the flared base, her fingers holding it inside her as her thumb touched her clit. Her hips were raised off the bed in an obvious arch of pleasure. That damned jewel between her cheeks glinting at him, his own color filling and decorating her ass, just for him.

bzz

feels so full, baby

I'm sure you can take just a little more for me, beautiful girl.

bzz

yes, your highness

Loki tamped down the cocky grin threatening to expose his inattention to the room. His lover was a very quick study in what he liked and how to tease him, and she clearly had her own vast reserves of mischief. Norns, she was perfect for him and he loved her for it.

bzz

A picture of her second largest toy. This one was blue and had a bulging knot at its base, and he couldn't wait to see it stretching her open for him.

A moment passed before —

bzz

it's sooo tight I can't fit it all in

An image followed, her pussy stretched around the toy, almost but not quite to the knot.

Take that delightful toy out of your ass, my darling. Let me see that knot filling your greedy hole.

Loki hoped this meeting would end soon. And that he would not be required to give much, if any, input on the strategies being discussed.

bzz

A picture: the plug on the bed beside her, clearly dropped in her haste to follow his instructions; her pussy, stretched and drenched with her desire, swallowing the knot she had no way of knowing was the same color as his own when he allowed himself the rare, strange pleasure of orgasming in his original form.

Fuck, Darcy, I ache for you. Were I not stuck here, I would show you in exquisite detail.

And he would, too, as soon as he was free to leave. He was strongly considering walking out to join her, obligation to this organization or no.

bzz

lloikiiii pllesasee so closse

He grinned; he couldn't help himself. He was caring less and less if Fury and his team knew he wasn't paying attention.

You may come if you want, my love; I can keep my hands off of you for the evening, if that is what you wish. Or, if you can hold off until you've got your largest toy inside of you - you know the one - then please feel free to come all over it.

If you do, I want to see the evidence.

bzz

this one?

She sent him a picture of her holding the toy she'd first shown him weeks ago up to her sweaty face, her grin of a size to match. She knew exactly what he wanted.

Minx.

Yes.

Now fuck yourself on it and earn your reward.

"Mr. Odinson, do you have anything to add? Being Asgard's royal strategist, as Thor assures us you are."

Loki's head snapped up, Fury's words pulling him out of his pleasurable mental escape from the tedium. He quickly reviewed in his head the conversation he'd only been paying half his attention to. Ah, yes: the strategy to take down this latest bit of HYDRA, a local command center if he had put the information together correctly.

Taking a steadying breath and pasting on an arrogant expression once more, he outlined the ways he approved or disapproved of the strategy the Avengers had come up with so far, expanding upon those plans to make them more subtle, more cunning, and less likely to be spoiled by HYDRA's own bumbling incompetence.

His phone buzzed twice as he spoke: once a few minutes after he'd been called on to participate, and once more as he neared the end of his forced participation in this Norns-damned meeting. He ignored it in favor of one last point.

"Finally, I suggest we take the last of this week off that Dr. Banner has suggested for us all. Yes, yes, time is of the essence and all that. However, your own reports show that HYDRA has been settled at this location for some time and shows no efforts to begin relocation. Unless that changes, our purposes will be best served by resting and obeying doctor's orders." Never mind that he, himself, had rarely followed the royal healers' orders. Never mind the knowing smirk Thor was giving him. And certainly never mind the surprise hiding the amusement the spider lady and the archer shared. They must know by now that if asked directly to help his brother and his team, he would; that shouldn't be such a shock to them at this point.

"I agree," Fury said. "Alright, people, we have a plan. You all have three days left to relax and prepare yourselves for this fight. If it's anything like the last one, you'll need all your strength and all of your brain power for us to all survive victorious. Keep your eyes on the prize, people. You are dismissed."

The second Fury ended the meeting, Loki was out of his chair and out the door, headed for the elevators. He opened his phone to see two pictures from Darcy.

The first picture showed her quim stretched tight around the girth of her toy, red and swollen and enticingly on the verge of orgasm.

The second was of the toy itself, no longer inside her but covered halfway up the large shaft with her gleaming juices. Norns, he longed to lick it - and her - clean.

That's my good girl.

Loki finally let his full grin out, anticipating the moment he could walk through the door to their shared home and claim her fully. She'd tortured him all day and now he would show her the blissful consequences of her actions. They'd both earned the coming reward and he would make her scream herself hoarse tonight. His grin turned feral as the elevator doors finally opened, bringing him that much closer to his Darcy.

Notes:

This is the chapter that popped into my head 7+ years ago that inspired this whole fic. It was, indeed, a full day of mostly-boring meetings. Sadly I did not have the kind of distraction Loki gets here.

Chapter 7: Satisfied

Notes:

Translations in End Notes

Lyrics from "Too Sweet" by Hozier

 

"Don't you just wanna wake up, dark as a lake? Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?"

Darcy sang into the shampoo bottle, dancing in the shower to the music coming from the speaker in the wall. Honestly, she wasn't sure how she had the energy after that workout teasing herself all day to drive Loki insane. She hoped it had worked. God, she hoped she'd driven him to distraction. She knew how boring Avengers meetings could be; she'd been dragged to exactly one and had wanted to gouge out her own eyes in boredom the entire time. Goodness knows she'd driven herself a little crazy today — and a lot sweaty and kind of tender, to be honest. She needed this shower. She wanted to feel her best, sexiest self tonight, knowing exactly how worked up Loki was likely to be when he finally made it home.

"You're too sweet for me, you're too sweet for me."

If she was being completely honest with herself — and she did try to be, even when she was unsuccessful — having time to shower and cool down was a blessing. She definitely needed to be clean after that workout. She certainly needed a snack. And she definitely needed to give her bits a break.

"I aim low; I aim true, and the ground's where I go. I work late, where I'm free from the phone and the job gets done, but you worry some, I know."

If it wasn't for her promised reward (and boy she'd had fun earning it!), she would have simply savored the sweet ache in her pussy. She'd had fun making it ache and normally she would enjoy that ache for the rest of the day. But now, today? Now it served as anticipation. Sweet, achy anticipation she wasn't sure she should be as excited for as she was. You know, with the ache in the relevant bits already and all.

"But who wants to live forever, babe? You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate; the rest of you like you're the TSA. I wish I could go along, babe, don't get me wrong."

So caught up was she in her own private performance to her favorite playlist, she'd completely missed the buzz of her phone receiving one last text.

"You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain; pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape. If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait. Until that day…."

Lord, but this song was so good to dance to after all that.

"I'd rather take my whiskey neat, my coffee black, and my bed at three. You're too sweet for me, you're too sweet for me."

"Ah, but rather I would say that you're too sweet for me." Loki's voice sounded just behind her ear as his hands slid around her naked body from behind.

"Aaah!" Darcy screamed, flailing in surprise. The shampoo bottle went flying; she would have too if it weren't for Loki holding her up when her feet slipped on the wet surface beneath her in her shock. "Don't DO that! Give a girl a little warning!"

"It's not my fault you weren't paying attention. You seemed quite caught up in your own personal concert - not that I'm objecting in the slightest." His hands wandered to her breasts to gently squeeze and stroke them. "You are incredibly distracting," he hummed just before he leaned in to lick a drop of water from her neck, ending in an open-mouthed kiss on her throat just below her ear — the spot he knew got her going every time.

Darcy groaned, her knees wanting to give out under her for reasons entirely unrelated to the slippery floor, before turning in his arms and pushing him away.

"Some of us are mortal and have neither your godly stamina nor your magical healing powers, mister sex god." Loki breathed out a laugh. "I can still feel that last toy, not to mention I definitely need a snack to keep up with your godliness." She drew a finger up his bare chest to tap his lips. "Off you go, babe. If you stay in here, we both know where this will head. And as much as I can't wait to get my hands on you…."

"Yes, yes, mortal needs. At least let me —"

Darcy caught his hand, seidr swirling around his fingertips as he reached to caress her tender bits, and grinned naughtily at him. "Later. After my shower. Let me enjoy it a little longer."

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Loki knew she was right, desperate and aching for her as he was: she needed to fuel up before he laid full claim to her. He'd been waiting for tonight for weeks and he was going to enjoy it to its fullest. And if she wanted to savor the lingering feeling in her sweet quim a little while longer — well, why not? He certainly wanted her to savor the aftermath of tonight.

Loki conjured up a board of little things in the shared kitchen: meats, cheeses, fruits, nuts. Sweet and savory things he knew she'd enjoy, nibbles he could combine to show her a sensory delight for her mouth. He'd even included a few of his favorites from Asgard, things she'd never had before. He intended to make tonight one of delights and pleasure for the both of them, and it wouldn't do to have his lover pass out mid-orgasm from hunger.

"Loki? Did you make that for me? You spoil me."

Loki turned to behold a vision: Darcy, her hair tousled and damp, clearly naked beneath his favorite robe, which she had stolen from him, her pebbled nipples showing through the fabric. He knew she'd look radiant in his clothes, in his color, proclaiming to anyone who had the eyes to see that she belonged to him. Not that there was anyone besides the two of them there. For now.

Darcy ate her snack slowly, teasing Loki the whole time: savoring each bite, making noises of appreciation, darting her tongue out to tease his fingertips when he fed her a morsel of his own combination. His eyes grew darker and his pants grew tighter with every touch of her tongue to his skin and every soft moan that came from her throat. At her last few bites, he made his way behind her, boxing her in between himself and the counter, and buried his face in her hair. She'd tortured him all day and now she was finally his.

---

"Are you quite satisfied now?" He purred in her ear.

"Hmm.. I would say yes, but I know what you promised if I was a good girl. And I was a very good girl." Darcy smirked over her shoulder at him. "Satisfy me, Loki."

"Minx." Loki's hands came up to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her stolen robe. "Teasing me all day." His thumbs brushed her nipples. "Wearing my color," the brushing turned to light pinches, "everywhere." He pressed his clothed erection against her ass, pushing her against the counter.

Darcy arched into him, grinding her ass against his hardness. Her voice trembled, but was otherwise calm - sarcastic, even. "Really? Out here in the kitchen? Right in front of my shark coochie board? Where Thor and Jane could walk in at any moment?"

"I will hear them before they even open the door. Do not worry yourself, dear heart," he whispered into her ear.

Darcy spun to face him. "Okay, but if Jane or Thor come through that door," she poked him in the chest, "you are teleporting us to a bedroom. Exhibition is soooo not my thing."

Loki caught the hand that assaulted him and brought it up to his lips, kissing the finger she'd poked him with, a mischievous, playful, possessive glint in his eye. "Oh, but let them see and know that you are mine." He flicked his tongue against her fingertip. Darcy snorted and rolled her eyes.

"You know I swoon when you get all Shakespeare-y, but I draw the line at your brother and my boss-slash-bestie watching us have sex. Privacy or nothing, buddy."

"We are alone now." He brushed his lips against her knuckles.

"Loki…" Darcy half-whined, half-rebuked.

Now it was time for Loki to roll his eyes at her. "Yes, fine, at the slightest hint of their return, I shall whisk us away to a room of our own. Does this satisfy you?"

She could hear the impatience in his voice and decided to take mercy on him — and on herself. She drew their joined hands downward and kissed him sweetly.

"Yes."

Finally. Loki's eyes dilated with desire as he groaned into their kiss with relief. He grasped the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair, and drew her closer to kiss her deeply. Darcy moaned, melting in his arms, reveling in his kisses and giving back as good as she got. She'd been waiting for this all day, too.

Their hands roamed as they kissed, which was a very mild word for what they were doing. "Making out like horny teenagers" was closer to the reality but not nearly as feral as what was happening in that kitchen. They'd both teased — and been teased — all day. Hands moved over clothing, rumpling it as they touched each other's bodies as though each sensation was a new experience. Fingers unbuttoned and pushed up and under clothing and over sensitive places. Groans and whimpers and moans came from both of them as they used every bit of knowledge they had of their bodies to pleasure each other. Tongues flicked against each other and over lips in between gentle bites.

Everything seemed to be happening all at once until finally he pushed his her robe fully open and off of her shoulders and broke their kiss to lavish her pert, pebbled nipples with his mouth, kissing and licking and biting his way down her throat on his way. Darcy let the robe slip from its resting spot at her elbows down to the ground, exposing herself fully before him, before reaching to slide her hand under his clothing to stroke him. To her surprise, he'd only the one layer between himself and the world. That must have been fun during her little sexting distraction from his meeting, she thought. She was right: Loki had been forced to cast a disguising spell over his lap, lest anyone see the proof of what she did to him and call him out on their sextcapades. He'd let it drop the moment the elevator doors had closed and left him in privacy.

Now, with her hand on him, he growled against her breast. He grabbed her face and kissed her, hard, before spinning her back so he could press himself against her bare ass. His lips, teeth, and tongue trailed up her spine and from her neck to her shoulder as he drew one hand down the back of her leg to her knee and raised it to the counter, leaving her sex bare and open for him. Loki dragged his hand from her knee along her thigh to lay his hand against her nethers and press one finger achingly slowly into her wet center.

He must have used magic, she thought; the ache she'd been feeling ebbed away, leaving nothing but throbbing desire. He pressed a second and, soon, a third finger into her, until she was left panting and moaning and pressing insistently back against him in time with his fingers.

Loki heard footsteps coming down the hallway from the elevator. He groaned as he took his fingers from her to guide his aching cock against her pussy, sliding it through the ample evidence of her arousal. He had barely begun to push himself into her when he heard the doorknob start to turn, and he kept his promise to her.

Darcy's eyes popped open as she felt herself fall from leaning against the kitchen counter to her hands and knees on some soft, silky surface. She barely had time to register the deep purples of the bed she'd fallen onto or the rich greens of the walls surrounding them before he grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his cock and fucked her with hard, deep snaps of his hips.

Fuck…. God, he felt so good like this, taking her with abandon, releasing the tension she'd built up in him all day. This was what she wanted. This was what she needed, to be claimed by this man, and it seemed to be exactly what he wanted and needed too.

Loki pulled her hips back to meet him every time he thrust into her, and she took his encouragement to move with enthusiasm, fucking him as good as he fucked her, matching him pant for pant and thrust for thrust. Each of his ragged breaths ended on the smallest whimper until she knew he was just on the edge of orgasm.

Loki bent over her back, wrapping one arm around her chest to hold her to him. "Mine," he declared just before he bit her shoulder, leaving her screaming in pain-laced pleasure. He released her skin from his teeth, only to lave the obvious bite mark on her skin with his tongue. "Tell me you're mine," he growled in her ear.

"I'm yours," she gasped. "Yours. Tell me you're mine."

His thrusts doubled in force, losing their rhythm. "Jeg elsker deg. Du er min som jeg er din!" he panted, shouting the last few words as his pleasure overtook him and his orgasm crashed through him, leaving him twitching against Darcy as he spurted inside her, marking her inside and out, visibly and invisibly claiming her as his.

Loki held her tightly to himself, riding through the last of his orgasm with his head buried in her shoulder. Darcy moaned and rocked her hips against hers, drawing his peak out as long as she could while chasing her own.

Too soon, she thought, he eased himself out of her and collapsed onto the bed next to her, pulling her down with him. She couldn't help the small pout on her face as she turned to face him; she knew he wasn't one to leave her hanging, but she wanted her orgasm too, dammit! Ah well, she thought, I suppose I should exercise that patience he was determined to 'teach' me last night.

Darcy cuddled up to him, laying her head on his heaving chest, tracing spirals along his skin with the tip of one finger. As his breathing slowed, she spoke.

"Loki?"

"Hmm?" He responded as he brought his hand from behind her up to stroke her hair.

"What did you say to me? In Asgardian?"

Loki smiled down at her.

"I said 'I love you,'" he answered her. He rolled to his side, laying her on her back and trailing his fingers down her arm, to her stomach and lower. She giggled a little and tried not to squirm as his feather-light touches skimmed her ticklish spot. "That you are mine," his fingers pressed lower until they slid through her slick folds, brushing just as lightly over her clit as they had over her torso, "as I am yours." His fingers gathered up the cum dripping from her pussy and pushed it back inside her, filling her with three fingers as he slowly finger-fucked his own cum back into her.

Darcy moaned with pleasure at his renewed attentions and lost herself in the sensations he was drawing out of her. His fingers plunged into her dripping pussy while his thumb danced over her cum-covered clit; everything was slick and smooth and felt amazing, but it wasn't enough to do more than leave her floating in pleasure. Loki held her pleasure in his hand and he held her steady in the stream of sensation, neither letting her surface for fresh air nor letting her drown and be swept downstream to completion. Suddenly she was pulled from the Floaty Pool of Good Feelings at the feel of Loki's tongue across her clit. It was soft, but enough to catch her attention.

For his part, Loki reveled in bringing his lover such pleasure. Her moans and whimpers of desire were music to his ears; her writhing gasps the flourishes on the dance she spun only for him; her cries of his name drops of Valhalla that flooded his mind, drowning out all thought but the pursuit of her pleasure. It was with that goal in mind that Loki shifted down her body, sprinkling the lightest of kisses on her skin along his way, to position himself to lap at her clit. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the scent of their commingled essences, eager to taste them mixed on his tongue directly from the source. Finally, he allowed himself the softest of licks from his fingers still moving within her to the very center of her pleasure, to her hard, sweet little clit.

He only got to taste her thrice before her hand was in his hair, pulling him away from herself. Away? He thought. Why?

"Loki, stop." He did so, but remained confused. "Wanna come with your whole hand inside me."

Ah. Her wish was, as always, his command. And after all, he was the one that started them down this road. A feral grin swept across his face before he surged up the bed - and her body - to kiss her hard.

"And come with my hand buried in your sweet cunt you shall, my lady," he said against her lips. "Look at me, min søte. Watch me as I fill you to the brim. I want to see your eyes when you come on my fist."

Darcy's eyes opened slowly, languidly. Loki rested his forehead against hers when he slipped his pinky finger inside her, making room easily between her earlier playtime and his cum that filled and covered her quim, making her slick and slippery around his hand stretching her open for him. Darcy moaned incoherently, fighting to keep her eyes open at the sensation. They nearly crossed, but she managed to keep them open, barely, staring into his.

"Fuuuuuuck, feels gooooooood," she moaned. "So fucking good."

Darcy felt his other hand on her chest, centering her, grounding her with the connection. "Breathe, sweetheart. You don't want to come before your full reward, now, do you?" She shook her head, trying to breathe for him, whimpers of overwhelming desire escaping her throat on every exhale. "Good girl, min kjære. Breathe in and out, that's right, and hold off that orgasm I know you're desperate for. And when you are ready, when you tell me you are ready, I'll give you exactly what you need."

Darcy closed her eyes and breathed for him. In and out, in and out. Slowly, the need, though not the desire, to come receded, leaving her relaxed and wanting more. God, she wanted more. Good thing she had a god in her — his? — bed, then. Whose room were they in, anyway? Focus, Darcy! she thought. It was so much already, and it felt so good and she had no idea how she could take more, despite her earlier preparations. He was already slightly larger than her toy. She definitely wanted to find out, though.

She breathed out and opened her eyes, meeting Loki's lust-filled eyes with her own. "I'm ready."

Faen, her words clouded Loki's brain with a fog of lust. This little mortal was going to kill him, something no one, neither friend nor foe, had managed in more than a millennium of life. He welcomed it gladly, from her. His hips moved against the bedding at the thought, seeking out sensation blindly. Something — anything — to relieve the sweet pressure building deep inside him as he brought his lover to ecstasy.

"Are you?" he murmured against her ear. "Are you ready for me? For my whole hand to be inside you?" He shifted his fingers inside her, stretching her just that little bit more he needed to. "Are you ready to come on my fist, kjæreste?"

"Please, Loki!" Darcy thought she might go crazy if he didn't follow through immediately. The sensations were already so intense it was all she could do to hold on to her sanity and not come until—

"Oh FUCK! Fuck fuck fuuuuck so good so full so— Fuck, fucking, LOKI!!"

Her orgasm slammed into her like a truck into a brick wall within seconds of having his fist inside her. She felt so full, so intense as he eased first his thumb, then his knuckles into her and curled them into a tight, angled fist. Just the feeling of being completely filled by him was so fucking good. She was absolutely ruined for anyone else — which was just fine with her; she wanted no one but Loki, ever again. Speaking of whom….

Her lover lay next to her, panting, hips spasming into the bedding, breathing shattered after a second orgasm, unexpected, triggered by her own: by the way she took his cum-covered hand with pleasure; by the way her pussy clenched around his fist; by the scream of pleasure she voiced as she came; by the knowledge that he and only he got to see her like this, got to make her feel like this.

They lay there for what felt like ages and no time at all, basking in each other and in their shared post-orgasmic bliss.

After a long while, Loki was the first to move. Grimacing at the cool, sticky pool of his own spend soaking into the bedding below him, he moved enough to flick his seidr in its general direction, cleaning himself and the bed without having to get up or worse: leave Darcy's side for even a moment. Sharing in this feeling with each other was almost as good as the orgasms that led to it. Almost.

His movement roused Darcy's attention, drawing her sweetly back to earth after the heaven to which her orgasm had vaulted her. That had been amazing; she could hardly believe she'd taken Loki's entire hand inside her. In fact, it was still inside her and as the endorphins started to wear off, she became keenly aware of this fact.

"Loki, babe.." She tapped his shoulder and moved her hips just enough to make Loki aware of it too.

"Hmm? Oh yes. Allow me…"

Loki slowly eased his hand from inside her. He left an aching emptiness in his wake, which only served as an insistent reminder of how full she'd felt. She was satisfied; oh yes, she was very satisfied. He absently stroked her lower lips, not to titillate but to soothe, to satisfy himself of that need to be touching and petting her in their shared bed — or what he sincerely hoped would become their shared bed after tonight.

She wiggled closer to him, sighing happily as he moved his arm up to wrap around her waist and draw her to himself and bury his face in her hair. They drifted there, together, simply enjoying each others' love and affection.

Loki dropped a kiss to his beloved's head. "May I ask you a question?" he said.

Darcy nodded sleepily not bothering to open her eyes, comfy and warm and happy in the afterglow as she was. "Yeah."

"…'Shark coochie board'?" She could practically hear his raised eyebrow and amused look on his face.

"Shark coochie bo— Ohhhhh. The board of meats and cheeses and things you made for me to eat. Shark coochie, charcuterie, whatever." She shrugged as well as one could with a god wrapped around one without shaking him off.

"Ah. In Asgard we simply call that 'lunch'." His eyes twinkled with suppressed laughter as he looked at her.

"It was yummy! I ate the whole thing. Did.. did you not want any?" She was struck with a sudden pang of guilt, feeling that she'd been selfish and eaten the entire meal by herself.

"No, dearest, for I have here, now, something much better to eat." The twinkle in his eye gave way to teasing desire. "A meal which, earlier, you so sweetly denied me." Loki kissed her cheek. Then just below her ear. Then her jawline, her neck, and—

"Nope!" Darcy laughed, pulling him back up. "You tired me out. Fisted the fuck right out of me; there isn't any more." Grinning at him, she wound her fingers into his hair and pulled him down for a kiss. "Later, Mischief. How does breakfast sound?" She winked at him and he laughed in response.

"I accept your offer of breakfast in bed," he said cheerfully before laying back and hugging her to him once more. They drifted off together, still riding the high of emotions and endorphins into a sweet dreamland.

Their clothes lay where they'd dropped them in the kitchen, waiting to be found by a chuckling Thor in the morning. Darcy's phone sat, forgotten, on the bathroom counter, with one unread message.

That's my good girl.

Notes:

Was Loki naked in that shower? Clothed and merely dried himself with seidr? WHO KNOWS! Pick your favorite option!

 

Translation(s):

• "Jeg elsker deg. Du er min som jeg er din."
  I love you. You are mine as I am yours.
• "min kjære"
  my dear/sweetheart
  

Notes:

A huge shout out goes out to the Tasertricks Discord for all of the encouragement and cheering me on. You guys are awesome!

An ENORMOUS thank you to Justheretoread for being an awesome beta reader. You rock in so many ways and it has been my absolute honor having you, of all my favorite fic authors, be my beta reader and co-conspirator.

This fic was heavily influenced in places by Over Ice Cream, written by my lovely, amazing beta reader Justheretoread. If you liked this fic and for some reason haven't read Over Ice Cream, I highly encourage you to do so!