Thor, "Take a Free Ride" Darcy/Loki, part 16 of "Mischief and Tasers"
Fandom: Thor (movie-verse)
Title: Take a Free Ride
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Loki, Darcy, Loki/Darcy
Word Count: 1,497
Spoilers/Warnings: post-Thor movie, no warnings
Notes: Written for the "#29 - the snare" prompt for 100_fairytales. Part 16 of my Mischief and Tasers Loki/Darcy serialization. The previous part is here. The first part is here.
Other URLS: AO3 | FFnet
Summary: Loki takes Darcy for a ride, and Darcy starts to realize her feelings for him.
Mischief and Tasers
Chapter Sixteen: Take a Free Ride
At first, she had no hesitation. Darcy would have ridden on Loki’s bad-ass motorcycle even if it killed her. And well, according to Loki on the speeds that it could go, she possibly could die from it - if he didn’t drive carefully.
Her real hesitation didn’t come from the possibility of her death, but rather from the closeness she had to be to Loki, clinging onto him as he zipped down the deserted New Mexico highways. From the first time he revved up the bike, Darcy latched onto him with a hardened grip, making the Trickster god tense up as she pressed herself against him and squeezed her arms around his chest. When he slowed down a bit (and for him it wasn’t really slowing down), she loosened herself around him - at least to let him breathe (if he really needed that), and he seemed less rigid from there, proceeding to get lost in the drive himself.
Darcy felt sort of embarrassed for touching him this much, but then as they drove on, she let herself enjoy the surroundings, and she felt freer than ever before as the rest of the world zipped by her in a sandy yellow and blue mesh of hues.
(Though, she had to admit her face was starting to feel numb from the force of the wind against her helmet, but she was having such a good time she hardly cared. She just hoped she didn’t get a wicked face burn or something a day later.)
The speed of Loki’s bike was unreal - as if they were spanning different dimensions themselves, and she supposed he used magic to improve upon its general speed and design, which impressed her even more than his reluctance to take her for a ride.
That really didn’t take much convincing at all, and it was clear after awhile, he was more than happy to show off his toys to her.
When she realized that most of the evening was gone, he slowed the bike to a manageable pace as they headed back toward town. Darcy didn’t know how long they’d been riding, and she wasn’t clear on where he’d taken her since he’d zipped around highways so fast and zoomed off trail into the rocky desert with smooth ease. When she'd glanced at her surroundings, they had cruised into nightfall, and he was veering toward the center of town toward their humble little apartment.
When it was safe, Darcy removed her helmet and whipped back her hair. She released one hand from him and whooped with delighted laughter. “Oh my God, that was amazing!” Immediately, she noticed his sexy smirk as he eased into a slower pace. She felt excitement pool in her belly as their eyes met, and she caught herself before she got lost in the depth of his green eyes once again. She frowned, not liking the direction of her thoughts as she still kept one arm wrapped around his abdomen - his very taut and fit abdomen.
Yikes, what’s wrong with me? She thought, I will not like Loki like that. I will not!
Sensing her immediate shift in emotions, Loki stopped the bike in front of the town’s famous welcome sign. He turned toward her, his lips pressed as he stared at her with suspicion and curiosity.
“What is the matter?” he asked, and there was a small flicker of displeasure in his voice. Or was it simple intrigue? Darcy froze. He couldn’t possibly sense the feelings she was starting to have for him, could he? She hoped not. Darcy couldn’t quite explain them herself, let alone be able to explain them to him.
She met his eyes and smiled awkwardly. “No, nothing, everything is great! I think...I’m just really tired... and hungry.” She giggled nervously and licked her lips. “I hope to God that isn’t a bug in my teeth.”
Darcy hoped he bought her deflection, and after peering at her for a second to gauge her mood, he gave up and resumed driving them bike back home.
When he stored the bike back in his bizarre dimensional closet, Darcy stretched her arms and let out a loud, uncouth yawn. Already heading to her bedroom, she turned away from him, hoping she could hide in her covers before the tension between them became any worse.
“I’m off to bed. I have a big day tomorrow! We’re giving the wormhole program a test run,” she said, and she caught him staring at her.
Bravely, she inquired about his strange look. “What? Do I have something on my face?” she asked, but she was fearful of his next words by the darkness in his eyes.
“Back there, you lied to me, Darcy Lewis,” he said accusingly, and she backed against the door. He slid forward, already crowding her and looking down at her face. She frowned at him. “Well? Explain yourself.” Why did his voice sound so acidic every time he was mad? It was frightening, yes, but it was also annoying, as if he distrusted everything anyone said. And Darcy hated that no matter what she did, Loki could never be fooled.
“I did not!” Darcy said defensively. “Okay, not really. Look, I’m a woman, all right? You can’t know everything on our minds! I was just thinking...about girl stuff, so just drop it.”
“Provided that is true, I see it as a weak argument, Darcy. What are you really hiding from me? Is it something about my brother? Did that annoying Jane Foster finally realize my presence and they’re forcing you to give me up?” he sneered with accusation, and Darcy was almost relieved he thought her behavior was about Thor. However, the truth of her growing affection for him was much more worse than the potential battle between he and his brother - well, at least Darcy thought it was worse.
One thing was for certain; Darcy felt like she was definitely losing her mind.
“No! It’s not that. It’s just...I had a great time today,” she said, her voice trailing off as she averted her eyes and managed to escape his invasion into her personal space. “I had a great time with you, and that sucks, on so many levels,” she emphasized forlornly. Darcy let out a huge sigh and she found the courage to meet his eyes. She was shocked to see him taken aback.
Loki - the God of Mischief - was at a loss for words? How was that possible? And why did he look like he was almost hurt?
“Am I that horrible to you?” Loki asked, his tone coming out softer than ever before. “Or do you still worry that I’ll kill you?”
“No! It’s not that, and it’s not what you think,” she said resolutely. “I worry about something way worse.” I worry about falling in love with you, you stupid asshole, she thought to herself, and she hoped to the Gods that Loki didn’t have telepathic powers.
“Just forget about it. Thanks for the ride,” she said, managing a small smile. “I gotta go to sleep.”
She could feel him watching her as she left, and she felt a chill go up her spine. Luckily, he didn’t hold her back, demanding more explanation. Instead, she retreated to her bedroom, alone with her thoughts - which didn’t help either since she couldn’t stop thinking of him - of them, and tossed and turn without any sleep for the rest of the night.
Things were definitely changing between them, and Darcy knew that the tension would only get worse, especially since he lived with her and was showing no signs of leaving any time soon. At least, she didn’t think he was leaving, not until he succeeded in his grandiose plans - and even then, Darcy wasn’t clear if he still intended in using her for anything else, or if he really just planned on dropping her and going about things on his own.
The only thing she could do was try to drive him out of her apartment and out of her life now, while she still had some sanity left. She couldn’t bear it if she had feelings for him and his identity was revealed, that Jane and S.H.I.E.L.D would finally know the truth, and that Darcy would feel she had no other choice but to choose Loki’s side over theirs, and she knew she would - ultimately doing anything he asked of her and taking advantage of her, just like he had in the beginning.
As if it wasn’t embarrassing enough that she started to have feelings for her own stalker, they obviously weren’t going away any time soon.
Just what the hell was she going to do?
Part Seventeen
Title: Take a Free Ride
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Loki, Darcy, Loki/Darcy
Word Count: 1,497
Spoilers/Warnings: post-Thor movie, no warnings
Notes: Written for the "#29 - the snare" prompt for 100_fairytales. Part 16 of my Mischief and Tasers Loki/Darcy serialization. The previous part is here. The first part is here.
Other URLS: AO3 | FFnet
Summary: Loki takes Darcy for a ride, and Darcy starts to realize her feelings for him.
Mischief and Tasers
Chapter Sixteen: Take a Free Ride
At first, she had no hesitation. Darcy would have ridden on Loki’s bad-ass motorcycle even if it killed her. And well, according to Loki on the speeds that it could go, she possibly could die from it - if he didn’t drive carefully.
Her real hesitation didn’t come from the possibility of her death, but rather from the closeness she had to be to Loki, clinging onto him as he zipped down the deserted New Mexico highways. From the first time he revved up the bike, Darcy latched onto him with a hardened grip, making the Trickster god tense up as she pressed herself against him and squeezed her arms around his chest. When he slowed down a bit (and for him it wasn’t really slowing down), she loosened herself around him - at least to let him breathe (if he really needed that), and he seemed less rigid from there, proceeding to get lost in the drive himself.
Darcy felt sort of embarrassed for touching him this much, but then as they drove on, she let herself enjoy the surroundings, and she felt freer than ever before as the rest of the world zipped by her in a sandy yellow and blue mesh of hues.
(Though, she had to admit her face was starting to feel numb from the force of the wind against her helmet, but she was having such a good time she hardly cared. She just hoped she didn’t get a wicked face burn or something a day later.)
The speed of Loki’s bike was unreal - as if they were spanning different dimensions themselves, and she supposed he used magic to improve upon its general speed and design, which impressed her even more than his reluctance to take her for a ride.
That really didn’t take much convincing at all, and it was clear after awhile, he was more than happy to show off his toys to her.
When she realized that most of the evening was gone, he slowed the bike to a manageable pace as they headed back toward town. Darcy didn’t know how long they’d been riding, and she wasn’t clear on where he’d taken her since he’d zipped around highways so fast and zoomed off trail into the rocky desert with smooth ease. When she'd glanced at her surroundings, they had cruised into nightfall, and he was veering toward the center of town toward their humble little apartment.
When it was safe, Darcy removed her helmet and whipped back her hair. She released one hand from him and whooped with delighted laughter. “Oh my God, that was amazing!” Immediately, she noticed his sexy smirk as he eased into a slower pace. She felt excitement pool in her belly as their eyes met, and she caught herself before she got lost in the depth of his green eyes once again. She frowned, not liking the direction of her thoughts as she still kept one arm wrapped around his abdomen - his very taut and fit abdomen.
Yikes, what’s wrong with me? She thought, I will not like Loki like that. I will not!
Sensing her immediate shift in emotions, Loki stopped the bike in front of the town’s famous welcome sign. He turned toward her, his lips pressed as he stared at her with suspicion and curiosity.
“What is the matter?” he asked, and there was a small flicker of displeasure in his voice. Or was it simple intrigue? Darcy froze. He couldn’t possibly sense the feelings she was starting to have for him, could he? She hoped not. Darcy couldn’t quite explain them herself, let alone be able to explain them to him.
She met his eyes and smiled awkwardly. “No, nothing, everything is great! I think...I’m just really tired... and hungry.” She giggled nervously and licked her lips. “I hope to God that isn’t a bug in my teeth.”
Darcy hoped he bought her deflection, and after peering at her for a second to gauge her mood, he gave up and resumed driving them bike back home.
When he stored the bike back in his bizarre dimensional closet, Darcy stretched her arms and let out a loud, uncouth yawn. Already heading to her bedroom, she turned away from him, hoping she could hide in her covers before the tension between them became any worse.
“I’m off to bed. I have a big day tomorrow! We’re giving the wormhole program a test run,” she said, and she caught him staring at her.
Bravely, she inquired about his strange look. “What? Do I have something on my face?” she asked, but she was fearful of his next words by the darkness in his eyes.
“Back there, you lied to me, Darcy Lewis,” he said accusingly, and she backed against the door. He slid forward, already crowding her and looking down at her face. She frowned at him. “Well? Explain yourself.” Why did his voice sound so acidic every time he was mad? It was frightening, yes, but it was also annoying, as if he distrusted everything anyone said. And Darcy hated that no matter what she did, Loki could never be fooled.
“I did not!” Darcy said defensively. “Okay, not really. Look, I’m a woman, all right? You can’t know everything on our minds! I was just thinking...about girl stuff, so just drop it.”
“Provided that is true, I see it as a weak argument, Darcy. What are you really hiding from me? Is it something about my brother? Did that annoying Jane Foster finally realize my presence and they’re forcing you to give me up?” he sneered with accusation, and Darcy was almost relieved he thought her behavior was about Thor. However, the truth of her growing affection for him was much more worse than the potential battle between he and his brother - well, at least Darcy thought it was worse.
One thing was for certain; Darcy felt like she was definitely losing her mind.
“No! It’s not that. It’s just...I had a great time today,” she said, her voice trailing off as she averted her eyes and managed to escape his invasion into her personal space. “I had a great time with you, and that sucks, on so many levels,” she emphasized forlornly. Darcy let out a huge sigh and she found the courage to meet his eyes. She was shocked to see him taken aback.
Loki - the God of Mischief - was at a loss for words? How was that possible? And why did he look like he was almost hurt?
“Am I that horrible to you?” Loki asked, his tone coming out softer than ever before. “Or do you still worry that I’ll kill you?”
“No! It’s not that, and it’s not what you think,” she said resolutely. “I worry about something way worse.” I worry about falling in love with you, you stupid asshole, she thought to herself, and she hoped to the Gods that Loki didn’t have telepathic powers.
“Just forget about it. Thanks for the ride,” she said, managing a small smile. “I gotta go to sleep.”
She could feel him watching her as she left, and she felt a chill go up her spine. Luckily, he didn’t hold her back, demanding more explanation. Instead, she retreated to her bedroom, alone with her thoughts - which didn’t help either since she couldn’t stop thinking of him - of them, and tossed and turn without any sleep for the rest of the night.
Things were definitely changing between them, and Darcy knew that the tension would only get worse, especially since he lived with her and was showing no signs of leaving any time soon. At least, she didn’t think he was leaving, not until he succeeded in his grandiose plans - and even then, Darcy wasn’t clear if he still intended in using her for anything else, or if he really just planned on dropping her and going about things on his own.
The only thing she could do was try to drive him out of her apartment and out of her life now, while she still had some sanity left. She couldn’t bear it if she had feelings for him and his identity was revealed, that Jane and S.H.I.E.L.D would finally know the truth, and that Darcy would feel she had no other choice but to choose Loki’s side over theirs, and she knew she would - ultimately doing anything he asked of her and taking advantage of her, just like he had in the beginning.
As if it wasn’t embarrassing enough that she started to have feelings for her own stalker, they obviously weren’t going away any time soon.
Just what the hell was she going to do?
Part Seventeen