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Friday
Darcy Lewis did a bad thing.
She ate a glowing fruit.
It was just asking to happen, really. She just happened to be the one that gave in to temptation.
She was currently in attendance at Jane and Thor’s wedding in Asgard (yeah, you heard that right - in Asgard), the ceremony was over, pronouncing Thor and Jane as ‘Thunder God and Wife’, and it was now evening and everyone was enjoying the wedding banquet and dancing under the Asgardian night sky.
And when Darcy said everyone, she meant everyone. Apparently, Thor had made a lot of friends over his reeeeally long lifespan. Thousands of Asgardians were in attendance, along with Darcy, Dr Selvig and the Avengers, a smattering of Light Elves and dwarves, the royal court of the Vanir, and even a few Frost Giants that Thor was able to make peace with. It was weird, but also totally awesome, and made for a very interesting and varied banquet to suit every species dietary needs.
Which included glowing fruit. Apparently they were some kind of Light Elf variety.
Earlier when everyone had all lined up to get their servings, Natasha Romanoff, who was looking very pretty and elegant in a light gossamer blue dress with golden armor accents, said in a hushed and serious tone in Darcy’s ear, “Don’t eat anything you don’t recognize.”
Which was probably good advice, on account of Natasha being a professional assassin trained in espionage and all, which meant she was smart and overly suspicious of certain things, like alien food, on principle. But this was freakin’ glowing fruit, and Darcy wanted some! Besides…Thor hadn’t cautioned her against eating anything. And since, you know, he was Asgardian and had visited all these other realms and had sampled their food, he probably knew if something was poisonous or not. Probably.
So, against Natasha’s advice, Darcy had palmed a glowing fruit (when the Black Widow wasn’t looking, of course) and then filled the golden plate she had been handed with some roasted meat and potatoes that looked pretty good, and some salad greens. When she sat to eat she put the glowing fruit in her lap, out of eyesight. The normal stuff turned out to be actually quite tasty. Asgardians know how to throw it down, apparently. When she was done with everything on her plate, her mouth watered as she eyed her last remaining delicacy held within the folds of her dark purple dress.
The fruit was about the size and consistency of an apricot, but a gentle pulse of white-gold light emanated from its core. At this point, most of the other humanoids that had come with her on this trip to Asgard had finished eating as well and were going in for seconds. She took a quick sweeping look of her table, making sure no one was watching, and popped the whole fruit into her mouth. She had to hold back a moan of satisfaction. It burst on her tongue like a sweet juicy cherry, but the flavor it imparted was much more intense. She tried to discern the other flavors she was tasting.
Maybe somewhere between…honey and pomegranate and cream. But even then that didn’t capture the essence of the flavor. Maybe if starlight had a flavor, that’s what this glowing fruit would taste like, Darcy decided. Too soon there was nothing to do but swallow it. She noted that it didn’t have a seed. As soon as it slid down her throat she mourned the loss of it, and considered going in for seconds.
That notion quickly left her head as soon as she stood up. The world had suddenly turned into a shimmering, rippling wonderland. Darcy gasped in delight as she saw shimmering light of various colors emanating from all directions. She realized as she looked around that the light was coming from everyone around her.
“Whoa,” she said, as she watched the wedding guests who had already congregated on the dance floor elegantly sway together to the music. Everyone had their own individual color, and it followed them with every sweeping turn they made as they danced. She noticed that most of the elves had the same forest green light rippling around them, but all the other species did not match in color. Like a moth to a flame, she stepped onto the dance floor and randomly starting dancing with an achingly gorgeous Vanirian nobleman, who had a golden light surrounding him and a grin on his face as he looked down at her good-naturedly, sweeping her up into the spirited dance. She danced in ecstatic joy for she didn’t know how long, switching from dance partner to dance partner. As the night drew on, the effects of the glowing fruit grew more intense, and as she twirled under the stars she realized she could really see the stars for what they truly were for the first time. They were bright and fiery and more intense than any firework she had ever seen! In fact…she realized that the intensity slightly frightened her. Especially since she could see some stars wilting and shooting down from the sky, as if they were going to strike her. She gasped in fright and clung to her current dance partner, a redheaded Asgardian gentleman, as she came to the conclusion that it was all too much.
“I have to…go somewhere else,” she told her dance partner, releasing from him and stepping off the dance floor. There were too many bodies crowding around her. She sped her way back into the palace, away from the intensity of the noise and the color and the shooting stars. She breathed a sigh of relief once there was a roof over her head, cloaking her from most of the magic. At this point she was barefoot, so it was the gentle sound of her feet padding against the marble floors as she walked down the labyrinthine corridors. “Uh oh,” she said, as she realized she had forgotten how to get to her room that she was staying in for this trip. She blinked as the shadows in the high-vaulted corridors seemed to shift and undulate. Giving out a sigh of exasperation, she aimlessly walked on.
In the quiet, and quite alone, she was able to notice the gentle pulses of light that even emanated off of the inanimate objects all around her, like the hand-woven tapestries and the hand-painted urns. The gentle light seemed to breathe life into them. There was also a slight buzz in the air… Darcy’s eyes widened as she came to the conclusion that she was sensing the energy within the objects. “Freaky,” she breathed in total awe… That’s just about when she noticed a giant set of double doors. One of the doors was slightly ajar. Just a little, tiny bit - but enough for a thin sliver of darkness to spill out onto the marble of the corridor she was in.
Darcy stopped, feeling an inexplicable pull towards the darkness. Making up her mind, she walked over to the set of double doors and finished opening the one that was slightly ajar. The first thing she noticed was the giant cloud of intensely dark color. At first look, the color was black, but as her eyes adjusted, she realized that it was an incredibly dark blue…and it was surrounding a pale figure who had looked towards her when he heard the creak of the door.
Loki. Somewhere in her mind she knew that he wasn’t a friend or an entirely welcome sight, but her glowing fruit delirium pushed those notions to the side in the face of her curiosity. No one else attending the wedding had as dark a light as he did. She stepped into the room, which turned out to be the largest and most beautiful library she had ever seen in her entire life. She determinedly walked towards Loki, who was seated alone at a large table piled high with thick ancient tomes. He didn’t say anything as she walked towards him. His green eyes, which looked like glittering emeralds in Darcy’s heightened state of mind, followed her movements. She could not read his expression, but she didn’t much care to - she was too busy staring.
He was still bedecked in his royal Asgardian finery, which he had worn to the wedding ceremony, but it looked different somehow…like it was flickering in and out of existence, and Darcy could see the dark blue light that was pulsing from underneath it. Darcy did something very bold then. She stepped into his personal space and placed her hand on his golden chest plate, over where his left pectoral muscle lay beneath.
Instantly, he was up from his seat and his much larger hand was firmly wrapped around hers, pulling it away. “What do you think you are doing, mortal?” he asked harshly, his eyes searching hers. And then his expression flashed in surprise. “…What has happened to your eyes? They are…glowing.” Dawning realization set in…and suddenly he looked amused. “You have eaten the fruit of the Light Elves.”
Darcy nodded enthusiastically. “It was really, really good.” She furrowed her dark, finely arched eyebrows, trying to think of how to describe the experience. “It was like…an orgasm…but in my mouth.” She frowned. “Wait…that didn’t sound right.” Fail. That was definitely a fail.
The amused grin slanting his lips turned decidedly wicked. His eyes took on a new light of interest. “My, my, how… exhilarating for you.” He tilted his head to the side, examining her. “I’ve never seen the effects of a mortal consuming a Light Fruit before. You look worlds away right now. Tell me, what is it like for you? It seems to be having a profound effect on your weak, human constitution.”
Darcy’s hand, which Loki had batted away only moments ago, obstinately rose up again to trace the sharp line of his cheek. He rose a dark brow archly, warningly, but he didn’t brush her away this time. Instead, his sharp eyes bore into her dreamy gaze. “It’s like…I’m more aware of everything,” she said, as she traced his features, trailing up to the shape of his arched eyebrow. “Everything is more intense, and I see these colors all around me, pulsing from the people and chairs and these books and even you! Your light is blue and dark and shimmers like starlight. It’s very pretty,” she said with a smile, as her pointer finger traced back down and ghosted along the seam of his lips with a feather-like gentleness.
His lips parted slightly at the contact, and his breathing turned a little more audible. “Is it?” he asked against her finger. “How interesting.”
“Mmhmmm,” Darcy hummed, keeping at the lazy pattern on his mouth. “It was getting too intense for me to stay outside, so I decided to come in. But I’ve lost my way.”
“I would have to agree with that,” he said, and his cultured voice was decidedly deeper, laced with something that made Darcy’s skin tighten - but in an good way.
“I like the way that your skin feels,” she said in her non sequitur, glowy fruit-induced way. “It’s soft, and cool, like mint, and it feels really good right now ‘cuz my skin feels really hot. Look, feel,” she said, pulling her finger away from his lips to place his fine-boned, long fingered hand on the pale skin of her arm. His hand impulsively slid up and down her arm, caressing. She let out a shiver because it felt really good.
“You do not know what you are doing, mortal,” he suddenly warned, but he wasn’t stopping. “If you knew what was good for you you would leave right now and go back out to Thor and his woman’s celebrations.”
Which was true. If Darcy was in her right mind, she would have already scoffed at his derogatory references of her as ‘mortal’ and Jane as ‘Thor’s woman’ and she would have remembered that, oh yeah - this is freaking Loki and he'd once tried to enslave all of humanity and take over Earth…but, for better or for worse, she wasn’t in her right state of mind right now. So these facts just all seemed to float into the ether. Instead, she said, with a teasing pout on her full, glistening pink lips, “I don’t have to go back out there. You’re not out there - and you’re Thor’s brother!”
“Debatable,” he said tightly. “Also, I have done my part by being in attendance at the ceremony, and, since I don’t particularly like anyone out there - most especially your lot - I wished to be alone for the remainder of this evening.”
“You don’t like me?” she asked with a laugh. It seemed so funny to her right now, what with the way he was still caressing her arm.
“No,” he said, as if this should be obvious.
“Not even a little?” she asked coquettishly, pointedly gazing at where his hand touched her.
His gaze dropped down to where his hand kneaded her flesh too. He suddenly pulled her in towards him with that arm, so there was no space in between them. The bare tops of her breasts, which artfully spilled out from the tight bodice of her dark purple dress, pressed against the cool metal of his armor with every heaving breath she took. His eyes were dark, molten pools of almost pure black; only a thin lining of green remained at the edges of his dilated pupils. “I don’t have to like you to thoroughly enjoy fucking you.”
There was a long, heated moment where Darcy’s magic-muddled brain digested this information. The words were taunting - daring her to get scared and run out of the room and out of the situation. But her fear wilted away underneath the strong bolts of pleasure ricocheting all along her nerve endings. He felt so good against her, he wanted her, and there was such a pretty blue light surrounding him. Her mind was made up. “I don’t like you either,” she ended up saying, breathless.
Her response seemed to surprise him for a moment, as if he had been sure his coarse words would have made her take up defense and leave the room in a huff. But the surprise only lasted a moment…and then whatever thin restraint he had left seemed to snap, because he was banning his arm around the span of her waist and lifting her up so that he didn’t need to crane his neck down anymore. “Suit yourself, mortal,” he rasped out, right before he smashed his lips down against hers, licking and sucking and biting to gain entrance to her mouth.
Darcy gasped, feeling an explosion of pleasure, and she clung to him as he slid his tongue into her mouth. Again, the only way for her to describe it was like the soothing and cool feel of mint on her tongue as he ravished her mouth. Her perception of reality was going haywire and the blue kept flickering in and out, making Loki’s skin, where she could access it, feel cool one moment and hot the next. Loki finally ripped his mouth away from hers breathlessly, never breaking eye contact, as he switched their positions so that she was against the table, and then made quick work of pushing all of the books off the table so that the surface was cleared. The books fell to the floor with a loud succession of ‘crack! crack! crack! and then he cupped her ass and set her on the table edge.
“Oooh, library sex,” Darcy giggled, utterly tipsy off magic and his kisses.
Loki gave her a brief smirk before his heated gaze fell back down to her swollen mouth. He watched as she bit her lip and looked at him through her thick eyelashes. Groaning, he slowly pressed the long lines of his body against hers, his arms coming to rest on either side of the table, pinning her against him, as he lowered his mouth back to her lips - slowly, this time. Darcy’s insides further tightened up in want as she realized he was just showing off his mad kissing skills at this point (not that she was complaining, ‘cuz she sooooo wasn’t). After a while, when the need for oxygen kicked in, she broke away with a keening noise in the back of her throat because she hadn’t realized that he'd been slowly rucking the long length of her dress up her legs until it was pooling at her waist and she could feel the hard press of his armor-clad thighs insinuating their way in between her bare inner thighs. He licked at the seam of her lips as one of his hands splayed between them. One lone, long finger gently trailed across the front of her thong, sliding down to tease over her clit, and then further down to rub tiny, maddening circles over her clothed entrance. All this time his eyes had been on hers, dark and hungry.
“Please,” she whispered, needing more.
Seemingly not needing to be told twice, his gaze lowered down to where he was working her through her drenched thong, looking as if he was going to take pity on her and pull her offending garment off - that is, until he actually got a good look at said offending garment. He blinked in surprise, and ghosted his fingers along the see-through lavender lace. “This is…”
When it seemed he had no words, she blinked through her aroused haze to try to help him out. “A thong.”
He fiddled with the thin, delicate strap on her hip. “Things have changed on Midgard,” he murmured, gently pulling it down…and then inhaled deeply as he discovered something else. Her pussy was bare. “Things have definitely changed on Midgard.”
She smiled. “Is that a good thi-” she started to say, right before she cut herself off with a moan.
He had collapsed down onto his knees, spreading her legs wide apart, and pressed his mouth fervently between her legs.
“So good, good, good,” she babbled.
The feeling was so intense that her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and her back arched at a dangerous angle. All the while Loki powerfully held her legs apart as he licked sinful lines and swirls against her sensitive inner flesh. Dark blue light danced across her vision as the coil inside of her grew tighter and tighter. Her hands slid down and raked through his glossy black hair, as his tongue went back up to twirl around and tease her clit while one and then two of his fingers sunk into her soaking heat. She was finally able to open her eyes again and look down to watch. His green eyes stared up at her as he laved at her swollen sex, and the glowing fruit magic made her see dark blue across his skin for a flash of a second, along with hungry red eyes. In that flash of a moment, his touch grew cold again, and the sudden temperature change sent so much pleasure through her that the tightened coil inside of her flew apart and she was coming in waves.
When she finally came back to herself, Loki was his pale self again and still between her legs, kissing her bare mound. When he saw that she had come-to, he gave her a lazy smirk. “Did you like that, mortal?”
“Mmmmm,” she said ineloquently.
“Ready for more?” he asked, standing up. She had to blink several times in astonishment because his clothes had literally vanished right before her eyes. Had that been the fruit magic or him?
Whatever it was, he was naked and she was very, very distracted by the long lean lines of pale flesh…and the tight abs, and the deep grooves of his hipbones leading in a V towards his… She licked her lips, and he watched her with eyes so intense that she thought she might catch fire. Especially when he wrapped one of his long-fingered hands around his ridged length, stroking upwards towards the engorged head, precum spilling from the tip. He hissed in pleasure, circling his thumb around the head on the upstrokes.
Darcy absentmindedly went to squeeze her breast. That’s when she realized that she was naked too. Okay, so that was Loki magic, not fruit magic, she filed away in her lust addled brain. “Yes, more, now,” she said, scooting back to the edge of the table.
He came forward with a feral smile, lining himself up so that he could tease her clit with the blunt tip of his arousal for a few moments. A bolt of pleasure arced through her, and she reflexively squeezed her thighs around his hips and raked her short nails down his back. This action was met with a growl from Loki, and he started to sink into her at the same moment that he wrapped his lips around her nipple and started to suck voraciously.
Darcy moaned as he sunk all of the way in, raking her hands through his black, shoulder length hair as his hands tilted her hips upwards towards his narrow, snapping hips. His mouth released her nipple as his gaze focused on hers again. He seemed to like what he saw because he hissed, “Fuck,” in pleasure. His movements picked up dizzying speed, and he switched to her other aching nipple, lathing and nipping it until she was crying out from sheer pleasure. Her second orgasm ripped through her with a suddenness that made her scream. All the while Loki pounded into her with a determined set to his jaw, making her ride out the wave of her orgasm.
“Oh God!” she moaned, her vision swimming in lights and color.
Loki laughed darkly, never losing his rhythm. “Singing your god’s praises still when you have another between your legs?” Suddenly he picked her up like a rag doll, keeping her pinned on his cock while he walked over to a bookshelf. He pressed her back up against the shelf, and started pistoning in and out of her again. “We’ll have to rectify that, won’t we?” he breathed against her ear as he fucked her. “Say my name,” he commanded.
“Ungh,” was the only thing she managed to say as the fire was stoked within her once again.
“Say my name!” he said, twisting his snapping hips, making Darcy see stars dance around the library.
“Loki!” she screamed, feeling another giant orgasm cresting. Almost there, almost there!
“Ooh yes, mortal, just like that,” he breathed sensuously, his hips going faster and faster as he got closer to his own release. “Say it again.”
She screamed his name over and over again in the cavernous room, her voice echoing off the walls as she fell over the precipice again, her pussy fluttering tightly around his cock. Loki moaned and pressed his lips to hers as his hips rolled up, pinning her against the shelf hard as he filled her with his release. He lost his rhythm as he came, his hips stuttering to a halt as he held her firmly to him.
They stayed locked like this for several moments, breathing against each other’s lips while the aftershocks made them shiver where they were fused together down below. Loki’s eyes fluttered open, and he gave her a satisfied grin, slowly kissing her in a languid way that held none of their previous urgency. One of his hands came up to lightly stroke her mussed dark hair away from her face as he drew away from her mouth and studied her. Darcy smiled up at him, the stars finally receding from her vision. “Your eyes are blue,” he commented.
His words confused her for a moment…until she realized that there wasn’t a dark blue light surrounding him anymore, and she couldn’t see any buzzing energy in the room around them. Her eyes were blue…which meant that her eyes weren’t glowing anymore. And if her eyes weren’t glowing anymore, and she couldn’t see the magical light anymore, that meant…
The glowy fruit magic had worn off.
And she was totally herself again, pinned against a bookshelf with the God of Mischief buried between her legs.
“Oh my God,” she squeaked, her eyes going wide.
To Be Continued…