Thor "It's Always Goodbye" part 25 of Mischief and Tasers, Loki/Darcy
Fandom: Thor (movie-verse)
Title: It's Always Goodbye
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: Hard R (sexual situations in previous chapters)
Characters/Pairings: Loki, Darcy, Loki/Darcy, Jane, Thor, Coulson
Word Count: 1,993
Spoilers/Warnings: post-Thor movie, some bad language, some violence, sexual situations, and implied non-con
Notes: Written for the "#02 - curing the sick lion" prompt for 100_fairytales. Part 25 of my Mischief and Tasers Loki/Darcy serialization. The previous part is here. The first part is here.
Other URLS: AO3 | FFnet
Summary: After near defeat against the Avengers, a wounded Loki returns to Darcy.
Mischief and Tasers
Chapter Twenty-five: It's Always Goodbye
Much later...
Eventually, S.H.I.E.L.D gave up confining Darcy in that white room and using her to get to Loki, and they released her - so to speak. Being under S.H.I.E.L.D surveillance drove her crazy for awhile, but ultimately Darcy became use to it. Admittedly it made her lonely, and it was irritating that Nick Fury had to first approve everyone who wanted to visit her.
Fortunately for him, not many people wanted to see her. Her parents, sure, they came around to her new flat in New York sometimes, but it wasn’t enough. There was Jane and Thor, but since she saw them at S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters anyway, they didn’t much need to visit her at home. Plus, the two of them were enamored with each other and making up for all that lost time they were apart.
Darcy supposed she should be grateful to Jane Foster. After she finally was able to obtain her full credits and finish her degree, Jane came to Darcy’s rescue by giving her a job continuing as her assistant rather than being dumped in some high-security S.H.I.E.L.D relocation program with a new name and identity. She admitted working with the Avengers was a lot more appealing than that (even though she wasn’t really allowed to talk to the Avengers much; helping Loki had denied her some common privileges.)
Still, she did cooperate with Nick Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D, and she did tell them everything she knew about Loki, and everything he had done. She’d even thrown in the affectionate stuff, which surprised Thor more than anyone. As expected, other S.H.I.E.L.D members didn’t care she’d been intimate with one of their fiercest enemies, and she supposed they secretly wrote that off as her being naive and Loki using her.
No S.H.I.E.L.D agent or super hero could ever convince her that Loki only wanted to use her. Yes, in the beginning he had used her, but he’d been upfront about it. She could give him credit on that, but he did come back to her. He formed a bond with her and whatever his reasons were, Darcy liked to think actions spoke louder than words.
Loki had cared for her. Maybe he still did.
She did wonder if she’d see him again. The more logical part of her brain surmised that she wouldn’t, but then again, Darcy wasn’t always logical when it came to men and matters of the heart. She still caught up on his news, trying to overhear or needle out any information on Loki as he took on the Avengers. She’d seen news footage, cringed at all the bad things he’d done, and when the camera would pan to the maddening fury in his eyes, she felt her heart drop, wondering if this was the same person who’d been with her all that time.
What had he done? What had he become? Then, she felt foolish. She knew all along this was the kind of person he was. She knew what he was capable of, and there was no denying his true nature. Not anymore, not when he’d given her up and went on to fulfill his original diabolical schemes.
He’d had help. He’d had armies and augmented power. He’d been sinister and cruel, lacking compassion and sympathy for humans that he crushed under his boots.
Loki was a fearsome enemy, and she began to see that his actions hurt Thor to the core just as much as it’d hurt her.
So she was surprised when she’d heard the latest news between the Avengers and Loki as they battled it out in the frenzied streets of New York City. The Avengers were gaining the upper hand, and Loki and his army were being pushed back - crushed even. Darcy glued herself to her TV as the CNN reporter got as close as she could to the mayhem and wreckage. They panned to Loki again, and she saw the madness on his face.
He was getting desperate.
And suddenly, the feed cut. The usual Emergency Broadcast System trill drowned in her ears, and Darcy knew this was S.H.I.E.L.D intervening. Something was happening in that battleground that they didn’t want the public to see.
Darcy held her breath for a moment, releasing air slowly as the anxiety still coiled in her throat. She left the couch and headed toward her kitchen as the TV screen remained in a block of angry colors. The lights in her apartment flickered, and as she pulled out a coke from her fridge, everything went dark, and she heard a huge crash vibrate around her. She scrambled, leaving the coke behind as she searched for a flashlight.
She peeked out the window and saw a brownout in her neighborhood. She heard fearful and panicked voices outside, car alarms screaming wildly, and she saw cops scrambling to follow looters that slithered out of the cracks in her neighborhood.
Then, she heard a groan close by. She froze, realizing another person was inside her place.
Darting the flashlight to the source, he squinted as the light met his eyes. “Loki,” she said in a scratchy breath. He held a hand up to cover his eyes, and she drew the flashlight away as she ran to him.
He snapped his fingers once, and candles lit weakly in her living room. A sweet rose scent percolated throughout, and Darcy was at his side as he struggled to breathe.
“You’re hurt!”
“It would seem they were beating me,” he said, taking her hand as she offered it. “Your assistance please.”
“Of course, it’s just...” She hesitated. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.”
“Dress the wound, mortal, and then we will catch up,” he said with some irritation. “My power is depleted. I need rest and recovery. I need...”
“Shh,” she said, lightly leading his head back onto a pillow. He let out a sigh of release as she began cleaning and patching up his wound. She stared at gaping hole in his side through his battle armor, singed with smoking gnarled flesh. The blood was masked in blackness, and she knew this was a distinctive wound. “Let me guess, Iron Man did this.”
“So it would seem,” he said coughing. “We don’t play well together.”
“Obviously,” she huffed. “You idiot, why’d you have to go up against the Avengers? I know you’re bad-ass and all, but they’re going to kill you.”
“I have an army,” he said automatically, like he told himself that like a mantra when things weren’t going his way.
“Right, and did you see that big green monster that the Avengers have?” Darcy scolded.
“Are you done admonishing me, mortal?” he sneered at her. He tried to rise but Darcy held him down. His eyes dropped to the black blood that painted over her green sweater and blue jeans, and he sighed, reluctantly letting her treat him.
“It’s just that I miss you. I haven’t seen you and S.H.I.E.L.D made me tell them everything after you were gone and your spell was broken,” Darcy said.
“It does not matter. There is nothing you could have told them that would have ruined my plans,” Loki said bitterly.
“But...”
“Listen, girl, I admit that I have been distracted by the Avengers for some time, and I have meant to come back to you, but I couldn’t,” he said, and for a sincere apology, Darcy knew that was about all she was going to get from him. “But you see, I believe I may have made a mistake with you.”
“Don’t say that,” she shook her head. She wagged her finger at him. “Don’t you dare say that or I’ll tase you into a coma right now.”
He grabbed her waving hand and squeezed affectionately. “I had never meant to come this far,” he said, his voice trailing off. Darcy was surprised by the tenderness.
When the silence outside hit her, she tensed. “You can’t stay long.”
“What? I only just arrived, and you were the one who jumped to see me,” Loki said, coughing again. She saw that his wound was starting to heal as she gave him time to recuperate and rest.
“Yeah, and believe me if I had a choice, you’d stay and never go out there again, but the Avengers will realize you’re gone, and this is the first place they’ll look,” she said.
“Don’t be daft. My brother is thick-headed, but he will never suspect me coming somewhere so obvious,” Loki scoffed.
“And why not? What about the other Avengers? We haven’t seen each other in months, and I’m still being watched. Why wouldn’t they think you were here? Plus, that brownout and chaos outside is a nice distraction for a little bit, but it’ll be under control and those cops outside will call you in the moment they hear your voice on their bugs.”
“I have taken over the air waves in this area. Do not worry,” Loki said.
“Wow, you’re full of excuses,” Darcy said. “Look, just be careful.” She stared at him as he looked away. She watched the candlelight flicker over his face. She wished there was more light so she could see all of him. She wished she could hold him an never let go.
He still didn’t meet her gaze.
“Do you support me, Darcy Lewis?” he asked softly, still staring at a candle on her end table. “Do you want to see me succeed and rule your world?”
“I...” She paused, and he chuckled at her immediate reaction. Of course, she didn’t support his crazy, world domination cause. She may have joked about being his minion at one time, but she really didn’t want people to get hurt. It was impossible to make Loki into a good guy, and perhaps she would never want that, but she couldn’t support his ideals.
“I don’t want you to die,” she said, as a choked sob came through. She couldn’t fight the tears, and she couldn’t fight the longing. Loki stayed motionless on her couch, and Darcy lost her reserve, knowing that after he healed and left her place, it’d be the last time she’d see him. He was immortal, so maybe he couldn’t die, but she couldn’t keep telling herself that when he came to her like this, wounded and on the brink of defeat. She leaned forward, pulled his face toward hers and covered his mouth in a desperate kiss. He stiffened under her grasp but soon relaxed against the touch.
“I need to go,” he said rising from her embrace. Darcy stared at the wound, glad it was mostly healed and he could at least stand. She nodded, and before he disappeared into the darkness, she felt his hand caress delicately down her face before his touch melted away.
He was gone - again, and when Darcy’s lights flickered back on, the TV blared so loudly that she had to turn it off. Instead she turned on her iPod player, and Adele’s bold, heartfelt voice filled her room. Darcy fished out a small tub of ice cream from her freezer, scooped a sugary bite, and sniffled.
Silent tears ran down her cheeks and rather than wipe them away, she let them dry on her face. She wanted S.H.I.E.L.D to see them, to see that he’d come to her and affected her. It would show them what he meant to her, and what she meant to him. It would show them all that they were wrong.
Loki didn’t use her. Loki loved her, and he could love her, if he hadn’t loved absolute power first.
Epilogue
Title: It's Always Goodbye
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: Hard R (sexual situations in previous chapters)
Characters/Pairings: Loki, Darcy, Loki/Darcy, Jane, Thor, Coulson
Word Count: 1,993
Spoilers/Warnings: post-Thor movie, some bad language, some violence, sexual situations, and implied non-con
Notes: Written for the "#02 - curing the sick lion" prompt for 100_fairytales. Part 25 of my Mischief and Tasers Loki/Darcy serialization. The previous part is here. The first part is here.
Other URLS: AO3 | FFnet
Summary: After near defeat against the Avengers, a wounded Loki returns to Darcy.
Mischief and Tasers
Chapter Twenty-five: It's Always Goodbye
Much later...
Eventually, S.H.I.E.L.D gave up confining Darcy in that white room and using her to get to Loki, and they released her - so to speak. Being under S.H.I.E.L.D surveillance drove her crazy for awhile, but ultimately Darcy became use to it. Admittedly it made her lonely, and it was irritating that Nick Fury had to first approve everyone who wanted to visit her.
Fortunately for him, not many people wanted to see her. Her parents, sure, they came around to her new flat in New York sometimes, but it wasn’t enough. There was Jane and Thor, but since she saw them at S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters anyway, they didn’t much need to visit her at home. Plus, the two of them were enamored with each other and making up for all that lost time they were apart.
Darcy supposed she should be grateful to Jane Foster. After she finally was able to obtain her full credits and finish her degree, Jane came to Darcy’s rescue by giving her a job continuing as her assistant rather than being dumped in some high-security S.H.I.E.L.D relocation program with a new name and identity. She admitted working with the Avengers was a lot more appealing than that (even though she wasn’t really allowed to talk to the Avengers much; helping Loki had denied her some common privileges.)
Still, she did cooperate with Nick Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D, and she did tell them everything she knew about Loki, and everything he had done. She’d even thrown in the affectionate stuff, which surprised Thor more than anyone. As expected, other S.H.I.E.L.D members didn’t care she’d been intimate with one of their fiercest enemies, and she supposed they secretly wrote that off as her being naive and Loki using her.
No S.H.I.E.L.D agent or super hero could ever convince her that Loki only wanted to use her. Yes, in the beginning he had used her, but he’d been upfront about it. She could give him credit on that, but he did come back to her. He formed a bond with her and whatever his reasons were, Darcy liked to think actions spoke louder than words.
Loki had cared for her. Maybe he still did.
She did wonder if she’d see him again. The more logical part of her brain surmised that she wouldn’t, but then again, Darcy wasn’t always logical when it came to men and matters of the heart. She still caught up on his news, trying to overhear or needle out any information on Loki as he took on the Avengers. She’d seen news footage, cringed at all the bad things he’d done, and when the camera would pan to the maddening fury in his eyes, she felt her heart drop, wondering if this was the same person who’d been with her all that time.
What had he done? What had he become? Then, she felt foolish. She knew all along this was the kind of person he was. She knew what he was capable of, and there was no denying his true nature. Not anymore, not when he’d given her up and went on to fulfill his original diabolical schemes.
He’d had help. He’d had armies and augmented power. He’d been sinister and cruel, lacking compassion and sympathy for humans that he crushed under his boots.
Loki was a fearsome enemy, and she began to see that his actions hurt Thor to the core just as much as it’d hurt her.
So she was surprised when she’d heard the latest news between the Avengers and Loki as they battled it out in the frenzied streets of New York City. The Avengers were gaining the upper hand, and Loki and his army were being pushed back - crushed even. Darcy glued herself to her TV as the CNN reporter got as close as she could to the mayhem and wreckage. They panned to Loki again, and she saw the madness on his face.
He was getting desperate.
And suddenly, the feed cut. The usual Emergency Broadcast System trill drowned in her ears, and Darcy knew this was S.H.I.E.L.D intervening. Something was happening in that battleground that they didn’t want the public to see.
Darcy held her breath for a moment, releasing air slowly as the anxiety still coiled in her throat. She left the couch and headed toward her kitchen as the TV screen remained in a block of angry colors. The lights in her apartment flickered, and as she pulled out a coke from her fridge, everything went dark, and she heard a huge crash vibrate around her. She scrambled, leaving the coke behind as she searched for a flashlight.
She peeked out the window and saw a brownout in her neighborhood. She heard fearful and panicked voices outside, car alarms screaming wildly, and she saw cops scrambling to follow looters that slithered out of the cracks in her neighborhood.
Then, she heard a groan close by. She froze, realizing another person was inside her place.
Darting the flashlight to the source, he squinted as the light met his eyes. “Loki,” she said in a scratchy breath. He held a hand up to cover his eyes, and she drew the flashlight away as she ran to him.
He snapped his fingers once, and candles lit weakly in her living room. A sweet rose scent percolated throughout, and Darcy was at his side as he struggled to breathe.
“You’re hurt!”
“It would seem they were beating me,” he said, taking her hand as she offered it. “Your assistance please.”
“Of course, it’s just...” She hesitated. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.”
“Dress the wound, mortal, and then we will catch up,” he said with some irritation. “My power is depleted. I need rest and recovery. I need...”
“Shh,” she said, lightly leading his head back onto a pillow. He let out a sigh of release as she began cleaning and patching up his wound. She stared at gaping hole in his side through his battle armor, singed with smoking gnarled flesh. The blood was masked in blackness, and she knew this was a distinctive wound. “Let me guess, Iron Man did this.”
“So it would seem,” he said coughing. “We don’t play well together.”
“Obviously,” she huffed. “You idiot, why’d you have to go up against the Avengers? I know you’re bad-ass and all, but they’re going to kill you.”
“I have an army,” he said automatically, like he told himself that like a mantra when things weren’t going his way.
“Right, and did you see that big green monster that the Avengers have?” Darcy scolded.
“Are you done admonishing me, mortal?” he sneered at her. He tried to rise but Darcy held him down. His eyes dropped to the black blood that painted over her green sweater and blue jeans, and he sighed, reluctantly letting her treat him.
“It’s just that I miss you. I haven’t seen you and S.H.I.E.L.D made me tell them everything after you were gone and your spell was broken,” Darcy said.
“It does not matter. There is nothing you could have told them that would have ruined my plans,” Loki said bitterly.
“But...”
“Listen, girl, I admit that I have been distracted by the Avengers for some time, and I have meant to come back to you, but I couldn’t,” he said, and for a sincere apology, Darcy knew that was about all she was going to get from him. “But you see, I believe I may have made a mistake with you.”
“Don’t say that,” she shook her head. She wagged her finger at him. “Don’t you dare say that or I’ll tase you into a coma right now.”
He grabbed her waving hand and squeezed affectionately. “I had never meant to come this far,” he said, his voice trailing off. Darcy was surprised by the tenderness.
When the silence outside hit her, she tensed. “You can’t stay long.”
“What? I only just arrived, and you were the one who jumped to see me,” Loki said, coughing again. She saw that his wound was starting to heal as she gave him time to recuperate and rest.
“Yeah, and believe me if I had a choice, you’d stay and never go out there again, but the Avengers will realize you’re gone, and this is the first place they’ll look,” she said.
“Don’t be daft. My brother is thick-headed, but he will never suspect me coming somewhere so obvious,” Loki scoffed.
“And why not? What about the other Avengers? We haven’t seen each other in months, and I’m still being watched. Why wouldn’t they think you were here? Plus, that brownout and chaos outside is a nice distraction for a little bit, but it’ll be under control and those cops outside will call you in the moment they hear your voice on their bugs.”
“I have taken over the air waves in this area. Do not worry,” Loki said.
“Wow, you’re full of excuses,” Darcy said. “Look, just be careful.” She stared at him as he looked away. She watched the candlelight flicker over his face. She wished there was more light so she could see all of him. She wished she could hold him an never let go.
He still didn’t meet her gaze.
“Do you support me, Darcy Lewis?” he asked softly, still staring at a candle on her end table. “Do you want to see me succeed and rule your world?”
“I...” She paused, and he chuckled at her immediate reaction. Of course, she didn’t support his crazy, world domination cause. She may have joked about being his minion at one time, but she really didn’t want people to get hurt. It was impossible to make Loki into a good guy, and perhaps she would never want that, but she couldn’t support his ideals.
“I don’t want you to die,” she said, as a choked sob came through. She couldn’t fight the tears, and she couldn’t fight the longing. Loki stayed motionless on her couch, and Darcy lost her reserve, knowing that after he healed and left her place, it’d be the last time she’d see him. He was immortal, so maybe he couldn’t die, but she couldn’t keep telling herself that when he came to her like this, wounded and on the brink of defeat. She leaned forward, pulled his face toward hers and covered his mouth in a desperate kiss. He stiffened under her grasp but soon relaxed against the touch.
“I need to go,” he said rising from her embrace. Darcy stared at the wound, glad it was mostly healed and he could at least stand. She nodded, and before he disappeared into the darkness, she felt his hand caress delicately down her face before his touch melted away.
He was gone - again, and when Darcy’s lights flickered back on, the TV blared so loudly that she had to turn it off. Instead she turned on her iPod player, and Adele’s bold, heartfelt voice filled her room. Darcy fished out a small tub of ice cream from her freezer, scooped a sugary bite, and sniffled.
Silent tears ran down her cheeks and rather than wipe them away, she let them dry on her face. She wanted S.H.I.E.L.D to see them, to see that he’d come to her and affected her. It would show them what he meant to her, and what she meant to him. It would show them all that they were wrong.
Loki didn’t use her. Loki loved her, and he could love her, if he hadn’t loved absolute power first.
Epilogue