Thor, "Movie Night" ch. 14 of Mischief and Tasers, Loki/Darcy
Fandom: Thor (movie-verse)
Title: Movie Night
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Loki, Darcy, Loki/Darcy
Word Count: 2,785
Spoilers/Warnings: post-Thor movie, no warnings
Notes: Written for the "hospitality" prompt for 100_fairytales. Part 14 of my Mischief and Tasers Loki/Darcy serialization. The previous part is here. The first part is here.
Other URLS: AO3 | FFnet
Summary: Darcy convinces Loki to join her for movie night and some drinking.
Mischief and Tasers
Part Fourteen: Movie Night
Darcy shouldn’t be this excited, but she was and she couldn’t help but dance around her house, gathering things for their “movie night” while Loki went back to reading his book. Darcy caught a side glance or two from him as she pawed through her liquor bottles and began scooping up bags of chips so they could camp out in front of the TV. Finally, she rummaged out a few movies, popped the first one in and then unceremoniously fell into the seat on the couch next to him.
When the movie played, she felt his eyes on her again and she turned, grinning at him as she put the down remote and began pouring some spiced rum into two glasses with ice. “Cheers,” she said, downing the first glass and looking at him again.
He arched an eyebrow. “Are you very much settled, Ms. Lewis?” Loki asked her, a bit perturbed. She cackled.
“You know, I’m surprised you’re still going through with this. I mean, it’s a wonder you’re even sitting here and agreeing to the torture of spending time with me,” she droned.
“I believe I can manage,” he said, flashing her one of those smarmy smiles. “Additionally, you did promise that I could remain here and store my belongings. No one would suspect my presence here, and as long as you tell no one, then this will become the perfect hiding place.”
“Huh, okay, whatever,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, maybe you can learn something from this movie.”
“What would that be?” Loki asked, glancing briefly at the glass of rum in front of him. Clearly, she poured it for him, but he was still debating on whether or not he wanted to indulge her and drink it.
“Well, how to be a bad-ass villain,” Darcy said. “I assume that’s the route you’re going for, and nobody does it better than Emperor Zod in Superman II, and maybe we can pop in Star Wars and you can learn something from Darth Vader.”
“I think you forget something, little girl,” Loki said, and he was done warring with himself and picked up the glass of rum. He took a delicate swig before turning toward her. “I know how these human movies go. The heroes always win.”
Darcy grinned at him, grabbing the bottle on the table and refilling his glass.
“And you forget something, God of Mischief,” she said, becoming pleased as he continued to drink. “Those are just movies, Loki. This is real life. You have more of a chance to win when someone isn’t scripting everything.”
Loki’s brow rose and he rewarded her with an amused smile. “Interesting point of view. I suppose you may be onto something. My brother defeated me in Asgard, maybe it’s my turn for victory.”
Darcy shrugged lightly. “Maybe,” she said in a sing-song voice. “I still think you can learn something from Zod.” Her eyes went wide, and she reached over and grabbed Loki’s arm with unexpected excitement. “Oh. My. God. You have to totally do that!”
“Have you had too much to drink already?” he asked her.
“No, no, I mean, when you make your enemies submit, you have to totally say: Kneel before Loki,” Darcy said, snorting within her laugh. Perhaps the alcohol was getting to her, but she was admittedly having too much fun.
Loki sighed, unaffected by her enthusiasm. “That is ridiculous,” he said, and he leaned close to Darcy, his voice just above a whisper. “Why would I use someone else’s catchphrase when I’ve defeated them?” Darcy looked awed, and Loki took another sip of his drink as he appeared satisfied with himself. “By the way, this...liquor is atrocious. I will find us something more suitable.”
Darcy gaped as Loki disappeared from her couch before her eyes. She pouted at his disappearance, finishing her drink mournfully as the movie droned on in the background. When he returned, he brought a cold chill with him, and she could see icicles crusting the ends of his hair. He handed her a bottle, which could have been frozen too if not for the alcoholic content.
“What the...? Is this magic liquor or something?” she asked astounded, and it excited her that he went to this trouble. “The label is in a foreign language. Is that Swedish?”
“Norwegian to be precise. I was always fond of their liquor,” Loki said, returning to his seat and quickly taking the bottle from her hand. “I assume you wanted to make this a party?” Darcy nodded dumbly at him while he awaited her response. He poured the magic Norwegian liquid into their glasses. “Well, now, Darcy Lewis, this is a proper party.”
---
Half of the bottle of Loki’s Norwegian liquor was gone by the time Superman II ended, and Darcy popped in Despicable Me. Clearly, he was pacing himself for her benefit, and Darcy could barely take a sip until the burning in her ears stopped before taking another.
Plus, each sip made her drunker than five large glasses of Guinness, and she cursed the Asgardian God’s ability to hold his liquor. However, she did have a strange curiosity on how potent Asgardian liquor really was.
“Hey, hey, you know what?” she asked, and she was so far gone she could barely keep her eyes open. Sometime between the end of Superman II and the next movie, she’d been begun hanging all over her roommate, who seemed to take things in stride even when she’d put her head on his lap.
“No, I do not know what; please indulge me,” he said, and while Loki seemed annoyed and impatient in the beginning, the liquor he brought seemed to move him into a copacetic lull.
“I was thinking if you gave me college credit, I would totally be one of your minions,” Darcy said. “But only if I get to wear a jumpsuit. Green. You like green, don’t you?”
“I do not think you would be a very good minion, Darcy,” Loki told her, staring at her hands on his chest with a weird expression. Lightly, he pushed her away, but her palm still rested on his arm as she gaped at him. “I have a feeling you would defy me if I ended up insulting you or if you suddenly felt self-righteous about something.”
Darcy furrowed her brow at him, but she could feel her eyes closing as the alcohol began really hitting her. She fought to stay awake, and she caught Loki’s intrigued stare when she glanced over at the rest of her glass.
Loki picked up the bottle possessively, and Darcy was sure he was cutting her off for the night. She supposed she shouldn’t drink anymore, especially on how touchy-feely she was getting with him. He seemed annoyed by it, even stand-offish, and though Darcy would be more embarrassed sober, she wasn’t anywhere near caring about her behavior now.
She couldn’t help it. She missed parties like this. She missed cute guys, bad liquor and skipping class the next day because she was too hung over.
Most of all, she missed sex. Of course, she couldn’t say that to Loki. Did she even think of him that way? He was gorgeous, mysteriously seductive even, and sometimes it was hard for her to not get lost in his green eyes. But Darcy initially had a different perception of him, and she couldn’t help mistaken him for the Agent Tom Hill she’d been falling for when he’d been tricking her. It’d been cruel of him, and she had yet to forgive him. It was even harder to forgive when the man she’d fantasized about was truly the man who’d been stalking her in the shadows, using her as a puppet to betray her friends. This was the man that had sent a robot from another planet to destroy them, and though he didn’t really know her at the time, he still had tried to kill people, and she wondered if he may kill her yet if she crossed him in some way.
Her forlorn thoughts had started sobering her up, and Darcy pulled away from Loki and reclined back against the other side of the couch. She sighed languidly. “I liked you better as Tom Hill.”
“I know; you tell me this quite frequently,” Loki said with slight irritation.
“You could have just told me who you were. You didn’t need to stalk me. You didn’t need to make me sabotage Jane’s work,” she said, feeling tears ebbing in her eyes. “I could have...”
“Cease this yammering. This is what I planned, and there is no changing it now,” Loki dismissed her, but Darcy still pouted.
“I could have liked you as who you are. You didn’t need to pretend,” she said adamantly, and she met Loki’s eyes and saw a flicker of realization as he thought of something unsaid.
“Yes I did,” he said. “You do not know me, Darcy. You do not know what I’m capable of,” he chided her.
“I have a pretty good idea,” she said stubbornly.
“I do not know what your obsession with Tom Hill was. Can’t you just accept the fabrication and be done with it?” he sneered at her.
“No, I can’t. I’m not...” She sighed, annoyed with herself, and with him for catching her in a vulnerable moment. Part of her didn’t really care if she told him how she felt - technically it had been him, even if he was playing a role. That part of her, however, was soaked in alcohol and she had no inhibitions now. “It was just nice to not be lonely anymore,” she said, rising from the arm and sitting up to face him. “It was good to be wanted again.”
“It was all a lie,” Loki said, stressing his point. He seemed quite intent on having her put Tom Hill completely out of her mind. She wondered if that truly bothered him because he felt guilty or that he simply didn’t want to deal with her feelings any longer.
“Yeah, but it was a good lie,” she said. “For a while anyway.” She turned to the movie, grinning as she realized what scene they were on. “Oh! This is my favorite part. When he takes them to the fair. Aw, he won her the fluffy unicorn! Ha-ha,” she said, and when she turned to an uncomfortable Loki, he did seem a little relieved she was moving on from the Tom Hill issue.
She leaned against him. “Besides, I’m sure you’re not that much different than he was. I mean, maybe you charm all those Asgardian ladies with those green eyes and princely manners of yours.”
“Yes, I am quite the ladies’ man,” he said sardonically. “Sif, especially. I cut off her golden hair, and then had to replace it to appease Thor. When I finally did, the enchanted hair I brought her turned black. But of course, Sif quite understood the joke and forgave me for it.”
“She did?” Darcy asked intrigued.
“No,” Loki said annoyed. “In fact, she despises me. Most of the ladies in court do.”
“Wow, maybe they just don’t appreciate your humor,” Darcy said teasingly.
Loki arched an eyebrow at her. “Perhaps.”
She punched him in the arm. “Oh, don’t be a Grumpy Gus. Now, pour me another drink. I feel too sober; which means, I’m going back from zombie-drunk mode to slutty-drunk mode, and trust me, you don’t want the last one.”
Loki turned to her. “I don’t?”
Darcy laughed with embarrassment. “Well, it is a party.” He poured her a glass of that magic booze again, and Darcy slumped lightly against Loki’s chest. “Trust me, drunk, slutty Darcy always ends up doing something stupid.”
“I shudder to think it,” he said wryly.
“Hey!” she said offended, and she settled down with an offensive pout. “It’s not like I’m not already terrified of you. I don’t want to do something crazy and then you’ll get pissed and finally be rid of me.” She closed her eyes and sighed heavily again. “It’s not like you won’t eventually kill me anyway.”
A weighted pause wedged between them, and Darcy could feel Loki’s eyes on her as she tried to focus on the movie. “You really believe I’ll kill you.” She couldn’t tell if he sounded amused or incredulous. Maybe it was a little bit of both.
“Duh,” Darcy said. “You’ve threatened me before, and you really don’t have any use for me now. I still don’t get why you’re even hanging around me,” Darcy said. “It makes no sense. I’m Darcy Lewis, the intern. I’m expendable.”
“You have nothing to fear from me, Darcy. I’m not going to waste my time killing one mortal, and especially not one as accommodating and hospitable as you,” Loki assured her.
Darcy laughed lightly. “I’d bow and courtesy to you if I could still move my legs,” she said lazily.
“I’m far too busy to concentrate on how one human affects me,” Loki said, and Darcy felt his arm shift around her, holding her. It was unexpected, mostly since the whole night he reacted stiffly to her, sitting like a statue as she leaned against him.
Then, she felt his fingers in her hair and breath against her head. “Do not fear me and do not fear what I can do,” he said, his voice low and husky -- but oh, so dark. Darcy tensed to his touch and words, and she did not try to move to meet his eyes.
“Tell me, do humans really fear one powerful alien god?” Loki asked.
“Um...though I think you’re plenty scary, if you go up against Thor again, it may not be as frightening...if I were, as you say, just one human,” Darcy said. “I mean, yeah, you’re both aliens and that’s kind of frightening to the average person, but like Superman against Zod, it’s somewhat of a fair fight.”
“So what would tip it to my advantage? Thor may have help from his Warriors three and Lady Sif. Still not a fair fight from my end,” Loki mused, and the more he talked, the more Darcy’s blood ran cold from his intentions.
“You’d have to find more people. In fact, do you know what would really scare everyone on Earth?” she asked, and she found the energy from her spot and turned to him. She locked with his intrigued gaze, and she felt a strange ache in her chest when they came close enough to kiss. Loki, however, was more concerned by her response.
“Full scale alien invasion. That’s what most humans are scared of. I mean, I’ve seen so many alien invasion movies that I don’t care to admit it, but man, humans are scared of lots of aliens. Lots and lots of aliens, coming here and enslaving the whole planet,” Darcy said, and her brow rose when she saw the calculating expression on his face. “Oh no, did I just help you out?”
Loki grinned, turning to the bottle on the table and emptying it in her glass. He handed it to her, and Darcy felt locked by his intense green eyes. “Have another drink, Darcy.”
“Ugh,” she said, taking the drink readily. “I’m such an idiot.”
“On the contrary,” Loki said, pulling her into his arms again. He sipped his own drink and seemed more content than he had all day. Darcy tensed momentarily as his hands weaved through her hair, and she felt betrayed by her own body as she started to crave his soothing touch. She heard him continue, “I’m officially promoting you from minion to General.”
“Sweet, a raise,” Darcy said, feeling the alcohol buzz over her brain again. “Still, it’s a shame there’s no college credit.”
Part Fifteen
Title: Movie Night
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Loki, Darcy, Loki/Darcy
Word Count: 2,785
Spoilers/Warnings: post-Thor movie, no warnings
Notes: Written for the "hospitality" prompt for 100_fairytales. Part 14 of my Mischief and Tasers Loki/Darcy serialization. The previous part is here. The first part is here.
Other URLS: AO3 | FFnet
Summary: Darcy convinces Loki to join her for movie night and some drinking.
Mischief and Tasers
Part Fourteen: Movie Night
Darcy shouldn’t be this excited, but she was and she couldn’t help but dance around her house, gathering things for their “movie night” while Loki went back to reading his book. Darcy caught a side glance or two from him as she pawed through her liquor bottles and began scooping up bags of chips so they could camp out in front of the TV. Finally, she rummaged out a few movies, popped the first one in and then unceremoniously fell into the seat on the couch next to him.
When the movie played, she felt his eyes on her again and she turned, grinning at him as she put the down remote and began pouring some spiced rum into two glasses with ice. “Cheers,” she said, downing the first glass and looking at him again.
He arched an eyebrow. “Are you very much settled, Ms. Lewis?” Loki asked her, a bit perturbed. She cackled.
“You know, I’m surprised you’re still going through with this. I mean, it’s a wonder you’re even sitting here and agreeing to the torture of spending time with me,” she droned.
“I believe I can manage,” he said, flashing her one of those smarmy smiles. “Additionally, you did promise that I could remain here and store my belongings. No one would suspect my presence here, and as long as you tell no one, then this will become the perfect hiding place.”
“Huh, okay, whatever,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, maybe you can learn something from this movie.”
“What would that be?” Loki asked, glancing briefly at the glass of rum in front of him. Clearly, she poured it for him, but he was still debating on whether or not he wanted to indulge her and drink it.
“Well, how to be a bad-ass villain,” Darcy said. “I assume that’s the route you’re going for, and nobody does it better than Emperor Zod in Superman II, and maybe we can pop in Star Wars and you can learn something from Darth Vader.”
“I think you forget something, little girl,” Loki said, and he was done warring with himself and picked up the glass of rum. He took a delicate swig before turning toward her. “I know how these human movies go. The heroes always win.”
Darcy grinned at him, grabbing the bottle on the table and refilling his glass.
“And you forget something, God of Mischief,” she said, becoming pleased as he continued to drink. “Those are just movies, Loki. This is real life. You have more of a chance to win when someone isn’t scripting everything.”
Loki’s brow rose and he rewarded her with an amused smile. “Interesting point of view. I suppose you may be onto something. My brother defeated me in Asgard, maybe it’s my turn for victory.”
Darcy shrugged lightly. “Maybe,” she said in a sing-song voice. “I still think you can learn something from Zod.” Her eyes went wide, and she reached over and grabbed Loki’s arm with unexpected excitement. “Oh. My. God. You have to totally do that!”
“Have you had too much to drink already?” he asked her.
“No, no, I mean, when you make your enemies submit, you have to totally say: Kneel before Loki,” Darcy said, snorting within her laugh. Perhaps the alcohol was getting to her, but she was admittedly having too much fun.
Loki sighed, unaffected by her enthusiasm. “That is ridiculous,” he said, and he leaned close to Darcy, his voice just above a whisper. “Why would I use someone else’s catchphrase when I’ve defeated them?” Darcy looked awed, and Loki took another sip of his drink as he appeared satisfied with himself. “By the way, this...liquor is atrocious. I will find us something more suitable.”
Darcy gaped as Loki disappeared from her couch before her eyes. She pouted at his disappearance, finishing her drink mournfully as the movie droned on in the background. When he returned, he brought a cold chill with him, and she could see icicles crusting the ends of his hair. He handed her a bottle, which could have been frozen too if not for the alcoholic content.
“What the...? Is this magic liquor or something?” she asked astounded, and it excited her that he went to this trouble. “The label is in a foreign language. Is that Swedish?”
“Norwegian to be precise. I was always fond of their liquor,” Loki said, returning to his seat and quickly taking the bottle from her hand. “I assume you wanted to make this a party?” Darcy nodded dumbly at him while he awaited her response. He poured the magic Norwegian liquid into their glasses. “Well, now, Darcy Lewis, this is a proper party.”
---
Half of the bottle of Loki’s Norwegian liquor was gone by the time Superman II ended, and Darcy popped in Despicable Me. Clearly, he was pacing himself for her benefit, and Darcy could barely take a sip until the burning in her ears stopped before taking another.
Plus, each sip made her drunker than five large glasses of Guinness, and she cursed the Asgardian God’s ability to hold his liquor. However, she did have a strange curiosity on how potent Asgardian liquor really was.
“Hey, hey, you know what?” she asked, and she was so far gone she could barely keep her eyes open. Sometime between the end of Superman II and the next movie, she’d been begun hanging all over her roommate, who seemed to take things in stride even when she’d put her head on his lap.
“No, I do not know what; please indulge me,” he said, and while Loki seemed annoyed and impatient in the beginning, the liquor he brought seemed to move him into a copacetic lull.
“I was thinking if you gave me college credit, I would totally be one of your minions,” Darcy said. “But only if I get to wear a jumpsuit. Green. You like green, don’t you?”
“I do not think you would be a very good minion, Darcy,” Loki told her, staring at her hands on his chest with a weird expression. Lightly, he pushed her away, but her palm still rested on his arm as she gaped at him. “I have a feeling you would defy me if I ended up insulting you or if you suddenly felt self-righteous about something.”
Darcy furrowed her brow at him, but she could feel her eyes closing as the alcohol began really hitting her. She fought to stay awake, and she caught Loki’s intrigued stare when she glanced over at the rest of her glass.
Loki picked up the bottle possessively, and Darcy was sure he was cutting her off for the night. She supposed she shouldn’t drink anymore, especially on how touchy-feely she was getting with him. He seemed annoyed by it, even stand-offish, and though Darcy would be more embarrassed sober, she wasn’t anywhere near caring about her behavior now.
She couldn’t help it. She missed parties like this. She missed cute guys, bad liquor and skipping class the next day because she was too hung over.
Most of all, she missed sex. Of course, she couldn’t say that to Loki. Did she even think of him that way? He was gorgeous, mysteriously seductive even, and sometimes it was hard for her to not get lost in his green eyes. But Darcy initially had a different perception of him, and she couldn’t help mistaken him for the Agent Tom Hill she’d been falling for when he’d been tricking her. It’d been cruel of him, and she had yet to forgive him. It was even harder to forgive when the man she’d fantasized about was truly the man who’d been stalking her in the shadows, using her as a puppet to betray her friends. This was the man that had sent a robot from another planet to destroy them, and though he didn’t really know her at the time, he still had tried to kill people, and she wondered if he may kill her yet if she crossed him in some way.
Her forlorn thoughts had started sobering her up, and Darcy pulled away from Loki and reclined back against the other side of the couch. She sighed languidly. “I liked you better as Tom Hill.”
“I know; you tell me this quite frequently,” Loki said with slight irritation.
“You could have just told me who you were. You didn’t need to stalk me. You didn’t need to make me sabotage Jane’s work,” she said, feeling tears ebbing in her eyes. “I could have...”
“Cease this yammering. This is what I planned, and there is no changing it now,” Loki dismissed her, but Darcy still pouted.
“I could have liked you as who you are. You didn’t need to pretend,” she said adamantly, and she met Loki’s eyes and saw a flicker of realization as he thought of something unsaid.
“Yes I did,” he said. “You do not know me, Darcy. You do not know what I’m capable of,” he chided her.
“I have a pretty good idea,” she said stubbornly.
“I do not know what your obsession with Tom Hill was. Can’t you just accept the fabrication and be done with it?” he sneered at her.
“No, I can’t. I’m not...” She sighed, annoyed with herself, and with him for catching her in a vulnerable moment. Part of her didn’t really care if she told him how she felt - technically it had been him, even if he was playing a role. That part of her, however, was soaked in alcohol and she had no inhibitions now. “It was just nice to not be lonely anymore,” she said, rising from the arm and sitting up to face him. “It was good to be wanted again.”
“It was all a lie,” Loki said, stressing his point. He seemed quite intent on having her put Tom Hill completely out of her mind. She wondered if that truly bothered him because he felt guilty or that he simply didn’t want to deal with her feelings any longer.
“Yeah, but it was a good lie,” she said. “For a while anyway.” She turned to the movie, grinning as she realized what scene they were on. “Oh! This is my favorite part. When he takes them to the fair. Aw, he won her the fluffy unicorn! Ha-ha,” she said, and when she turned to an uncomfortable Loki, he did seem a little relieved she was moving on from the Tom Hill issue.
She leaned against him. “Besides, I’m sure you’re not that much different than he was. I mean, maybe you charm all those Asgardian ladies with those green eyes and princely manners of yours.”
“Yes, I am quite the ladies’ man,” he said sardonically. “Sif, especially. I cut off her golden hair, and then had to replace it to appease Thor. When I finally did, the enchanted hair I brought her turned black. But of course, Sif quite understood the joke and forgave me for it.”
“She did?” Darcy asked intrigued.
“No,” Loki said annoyed. “In fact, she despises me. Most of the ladies in court do.”
“Wow, maybe they just don’t appreciate your humor,” Darcy said teasingly.
Loki arched an eyebrow at her. “Perhaps.”
She punched him in the arm. “Oh, don’t be a Grumpy Gus. Now, pour me another drink. I feel too sober; which means, I’m going back from zombie-drunk mode to slutty-drunk mode, and trust me, you don’t want the last one.”
Loki turned to her. “I don’t?”
Darcy laughed with embarrassment. “Well, it is a party.” He poured her a glass of that magic booze again, and Darcy slumped lightly against Loki’s chest. “Trust me, drunk, slutty Darcy always ends up doing something stupid.”
“I shudder to think it,” he said wryly.
“Hey!” she said offended, and she settled down with an offensive pout. “It’s not like I’m not already terrified of you. I don’t want to do something crazy and then you’ll get pissed and finally be rid of me.” She closed her eyes and sighed heavily again. “It’s not like you won’t eventually kill me anyway.”
A weighted pause wedged between them, and Darcy could feel Loki’s eyes on her as she tried to focus on the movie. “You really believe I’ll kill you.” She couldn’t tell if he sounded amused or incredulous. Maybe it was a little bit of both.
“Duh,” Darcy said. “You’ve threatened me before, and you really don’t have any use for me now. I still don’t get why you’re even hanging around me,” Darcy said. “It makes no sense. I’m Darcy Lewis, the intern. I’m expendable.”
“You have nothing to fear from me, Darcy. I’m not going to waste my time killing one mortal, and especially not one as accommodating and hospitable as you,” Loki assured her.
Darcy laughed lightly. “I’d bow and courtesy to you if I could still move my legs,” she said lazily.
“I’m far too busy to concentrate on how one human affects me,” Loki said, and Darcy felt his arm shift around her, holding her. It was unexpected, mostly since the whole night he reacted stiffly to her, sitting like a statue as she leaned against him.
Then, she felt his fingers in her hair and breath against her head. “Do not fear me and do not fear what I can do,” he said, his voice low and husky -- but oh, so dark. Darcy tensed to his touch and words, and she did not try to move to meet his eyes.
“Tell me, do humans really fear one powerful alien god?” Loki asked.
“Um...though I think you’re plenty scary, if you go up against Thor again, it may not be as frightening...if I were, as you say, just one human,” Darcy said. “I mean, yeah, you’re both aliens and that’s kind of frightening to the average person, but like Superman against Zod, it’s somewhat of a fair fight.”
“So what would tip it to my advantage? Thor may have help from his Warriors three and Lady Sif. Still not a fair fight from my end,” Loki mused, and the more he talked, the more Darcy’s blood ran cold from his intentions.
“You’d have to find more people. In fact, do you know what would really scare everyone on Earth?” she asked, and she found the energy from her spot and turned to him. She locked with his intrigued gaze, and she felt a strange ache in her chest when they came close enough to kiss. Loki, however, was more concerned by her response.
“Full scale alien invasion. That’s what most humans are scared of. I mean, I’ve seen so many alien invasion movies that I don’t care to admit it, but man, humans are scared of lots of aliens. Lots and lots of aliens, coming here and enslaving the whole planet,” Darcy said, and her brow rose when she saw the calculating expression on his face. “Oh no, did I just help you out?”
Loki grinned, turning to the bottle on the table and emptying it in her glass. He handed it to her, and Darcy felt locked by his intense green eyes. “Have another drink, Darcy.”
“Ugh,” she said, taking the drink readily. “I’m such an idiot.”
“On the contrary,” Loki said, pulling her into his arms again. He sipped his own drink and seemed more content than he had all day. Darcy tensed momentarily as his hands weaved through her hair, and she felt betrayed by her own body as she started to crave his soothing touch. She heard him continue, “I’m officially promoting you from minion to General.”
“Sweet, a raise,” Darcy said, feeling the alcohol buzz over her brain again. “Still, it’s a shame there’s no college credit.”
Part Fifteen