The Avengers, "The Flip Side" Darcy/Loki || Chapter Nine
Title: The Flip Side
Author: paynesgrey
Artist: zephre
Beta: psyco_chick32
Rating: R/M
Word Count: 23,665
Type: Het(mostly), Romance, Comedy, Adventure
Characters/Pairings: Darcy Lewis, Loki, Thor, Jane Foster, Clint Barton, Odin, ensemble || Darcy/Loki, Darcy/Clint, Clint/Loki, Jane/Thor
Notes/Spoilers: Avengers AU-compliant. There are no spoilers for the Avengers movie. Written for avengers_bang.
Warnings: gore, dubious consent, possession, manipulation, sexual situations
Summary: In punishment for his crimes, Odin destroys Loki's body to imprison his soul. After a narrow escape, Loki comes to Midgard and plans his revenge by taking over the body of Jane's assistant, Darcy Lewis. The girl who loves tasers, however, does not make things easy for him.
Chapter Nine: Closure
It was amazing that Darcy still had a job with S.H.I.E.L.D. In fact, she thought that Fury was quite entertained by the fiasco of Loki stealing her body. Even Clint and Natasha as well as the other Avengers had been debriefed, and though Natasha barely reacted to the fact that she was a target too, Clint was the most upset, and he almost turned green from the idea that he'd almost slept with Loki, and not Darcy, something that Tony Stark would probably never let him live down.
Though, unfortunately any chance Darcy had with Clint was far from gone, and he put a huge distance between them, and lately he seemed more engrossed in new S.H.I.E.L.D operative Barbara Morse, who had skills that Darcy could never compete with.
Well, those two were peas in a pod, Darcy thought.
Thor seemed the most protective of her, talking to her of his memories with his brother, and Darcy finally confronted him about Lady Sif.
"Aye, we are close, so close I wonder if I would have become betrothed to her if I had not met Jane," Thor admitted, looking to the sky and searching the stars for Sif, reminiscing fondly of his friend.
"So she's important to you?" Darcy asked, and Thor nodded, turning to her.
"As you are, Darcy Lewis," he said with a calm smile. Darcy grinned back at him, finally feeling she had nothing to worry about with Thor's intentions toward Jane.
As for her own life, Darcy wasn't that disappointed that she'd lost her chance with Clint. Her thoughts were consumed with Loki, and at night she still dreamed of him as if he'd still been locked in her head, telling her stories and appealing for her help. She even dreamed of him kissing her on a warm green meadow in the hills of shining Asgard.
Though, Darcy had no illusions that he'd ever return to her. She thought it was impossible until he found her again, leaning over her and whispering in her ear as she waited for her mocha latte from Starbucks.
She squawked at the intrusion, not expecting him but missing his voice immediately. She smiled widely. "Hey!" Her voice softened. "You're back."
"Come," he said, taking her arm and ushering her over to a private booth in the back of the shop. She glanced at his attire, almost missing the battle regalia from Asgard. She admitted, he looked sharp in a long black trench coat, houndstooth scarf, and black shirt and matching pants.
"Are you..." Her voice quieted to a whisper. "On the run again?”
"Always," he chuckled easily. "I was certain you'd be still imprisoned in Asgard, but I was glad that my father was bluffing about your punishment."
"Nah, O's a big softie," Darcy said, waving her hand, and Loki's eyes glittered with amusement. "So what about you? Any evil plans now that you have your body back?"
Loki smirked. "Some," he teased mysteriously. "Revenge seems to be top of the list."
"I'll bet," Darcy said, sipping her latte. He was never going to change, was he? Not that she’d want to, or could even try. "Although, I really can't blame you."
"Oh? You have no moral lectures or soothing sermons of peace and love for me? What kind of human are you? A S.H.I.E.L.D agent at that too," Loki mocked.
"Hello? We shared a body once, so do you even know me?" Darcy said with a laugh.
"I suppose you're right," Loki said, and an easy silence fell between them as they stared at each other. Darcy wondered if his thoughts were the same as hers. She missed him, and she wanted to see him so badly, indulging in her fantasies that had kept her thoughts and feelings for him fresh.
"Listen, do you want to go out sometime, you know, when you're not taking over the world and making people bow at your feet," she said, cocking her head and giving him that coy smile he'd used on so many other males to get his way while in her form.
"Such as..."
"Such as a date, idiot. You have to know what I'm asking you," Darcy said with a scoff. "Remember you know me so well."
"I do, which is why I am curious you bother with this pretense," he said, and he folded his hands and leaned toward her. "Why not just ask me into your bed?"
"Whoa, tiger, slow your roll there," she said, holding up her hand. "Can't you for once take things slow? You're so impatient," she told him, and he arched a single brow to her. "Look, it's obvious what we both want."
He looked her up and down and grinned. "Indeed."
"But," she emphasized, "You put me through hell. You did a lot of stuff to me that I'm still kind of pissed about, but I felt like toward the end we were working some stuff out. I feel like...we could really get to know each other. In a normal, stable way."
"Normal," he repeated, biting his lip. "Is this some human thing? How is going to bed together not normal?"
"It is. It very much is," Darcy clarified, but she stood up and looked down at him. She handed him a napkin where she scribbled her number and address, though she was sure Loki could find her anywhere if he wanted. "But relationships are not normal. Love is not normal."
Loki's smile thinned and he looked at her curiously. She felt her face flush again as she made the admission. She could love him. They could have something real.
Did Loki even want that? Could he want that from her?
He released a sigh and rose from his seat, taking her arm. "Very well. We will go on a ...date of your choosing." He pulled her closer and his voice dropped to a sultry whisper. Darcy could feel her pulse quicken as he stroked her arm with his thumb. "But I have not seen you in so long, and I did not intend to miss you, to miss your body, this much. You must give me more than this ...napkin."
"Like?" And she already knew what he wanted. She leaned close to him, touching her lips to his. Fervently, he drew her in, pulling her against him and devouring her mouth. She melted in his arms, finally fulfilling all those dreams she'd had of him, wanted of him.
Some people hooted and whistled at them in the Starbucks, which made Darcy pull away. She nervously giggled against his smile, and he stepped back, taking in her image again.
"Until later, Darcy," he told her, and she swooned at the sight of him, feeling her blood rise with heat at the anticipation of things to come between them.
"Yeah, bye," she managed in a breathy moan, and she watched him disappear into a crowd, her heart thundering wildly in her chest.
She couldn't help it, but Darcy missed him already.
Epilogue
Author: paynesgrey
Artist: zephre
Beta: psyco_chick32
Rating: R/M
Word Count: 23,665
Type: Het(mostly), Romance, Comedy, Adventure
Characters/Pairings: Darcy Lewis, Loki, Thor, Jane Foster, Clint Barton, Odin, ensemble || Darcy/Loki, Darcy/Clint, Clint/Loki, Jane/Thor
Notes/Spoilers: Avengers AU-compliant. There are no spoilers for the Avengers movie. Written for avengers_bang.
Warnings: gore, dubious consent, possession, manipulation, sexual situations
Summary: In punishment for his crimes, Odin destroys Loki's body to imprison his soul. After a narrow escape, Loki comes to Midgard and plans his revenge by taking over the body of Jane's assistant, Darcy Lewis. The girl who loves tasers, however, does not make things easy for him.
Chapter Nine: Closure
It was amazing that Darcy still had a job with S.H.I.E.L.D. In fact, she thought that Fury was quite entertained by the fiasco of Loki stealing her body. Even Clint and Natasha as well as the other Avengers had been debriefed, and though Natasha barely reacted to the fact that she was a target too, Clint was the most upset, and he almost turned green from the idea that he'd almost slept with Loki, and not Darcy, something that Tony Stark would probably never let him live down.
Though, unfortunately any chance Darcy had with Clint was far from gone, and he put a huge distance between them, and lately he seemed more engrossed in new S.H.I.E.L.D operative Barbara Morse, who had skills that Darcy could never compete with.
Well, those two were peas in a pod, Darcy thought.
Thor seemed the most protective of her, talking to her of his memories with his brother, and Darcy finally confronted him about Lady Sif.
"Aye, we are close, so close I wonder if I would have become betrothed to her if I had not met Jane," Thor admitted, looking to the sky and searching the stars for Sif, reminiscing fondly of his friend.
"So she's important to you?" Darcy asked, and Thor nodded, turning to her.
"As you are, Darcy Lewis," he said with a calm smile. Darcy grinned back at him, finally feeling she had nothing to worry about with Thor's intentions toward Jane.
As for her own life, Darcy wasn't that disappointed that she'd lost her chance with Clint. Her thoughts were consumed with Loki, and at night she still dreamed of him as if he'd still been locked in her head, telling her stories and appealing for her help. She even dreamed of him kissing her on a warm green meadow in the hills of shining Asgard.
Though, Darcy had no illusions that he'd ever return to her. She thought it was impossible until he found her again, leaning over her and whispering in her ear as she waited for her mocha latte from Starbucks.
She squawked at the intrusion, not expecting him but missing his voice immediately. She smiled widely. "Hey!" Her voice softened. "You're back."
"Come," he said, taking her arm and ushering her over to a private booth in the back of the shop. She glanced at his attire, almost missing the battle regalia from Asgard. She admitted, he looked sharp in a long black trench coat, houndstooth scarf, and black shirt and matching pants.
"Are you..." Her voice quieted to a whisper. "On the run again?”
"Always," he chuckled easily. "I was certain you'd be still imprisoned in Asgard, but I was glad that my father was bluffing about your punishment."
"Nah, O's a big softie," Darcy said, waving her hand, and Loki's eyes glittered with amusement. "So what about you? Any evil plans now that you have your body back?"
Loki smirked. "Some," he teased mysteriously. "Revenge seems to be top of the list."
"I'll bet," Darcy said, sipping her latte. He was never going to change, was he? Not that she’d want to, or could even try. "Although, I really can't blame you."
"Oh? You have no moral lectures or soothing sermons of peace and love for me? What kind of human are you? A S.H.I.E.L.D agent at that too," Loki mocked.
"Hello? We shared a body once, so do you even know me?" Darcy said with a laugh.
"I suppose you're right," Loki said, and an easy silence fell between them as they stared at each other. Darcy wondered if his thoughts were the same as hers. She missed him, and she wanted to see him so badly, indulging in her fantasies that had kept her thoughts and feelings for him fresh.
"Listen, do you want to go out sometime, you know, when you're not taking over the world and making people bow at your feet," she said, cocking her head and giving him that coy smile he'd used on so many other males to get his way while in her form.
"Such as..."
"Such as a date, idiot. You have to know what I'm asking you," Darcy said with a scoff. "Remember you know me so well."
"I do, which is why I am curious you bother with this pretense," he said, and he folded his hands and leaned toward her. "Why not just ask me into your bed?"
"Whoa, tiger, slow your roll there," she said, holding up her hand. "Can't you for once take things slow? You're so impatient," she told him, and he arched a single brow to her. "Look, it's obvious what we both want."
He looked her up and down and grinned. "Indeed."
"But," she emphasized, "You put me through hell. You did a lot of stuff to me that I'm still kind of pissed about, but I felt like toward the end we were working some stuff out. I feel like...we could really get to know each other. In a normal, stable way."
"Normal," he repeated, biting his lip. "Is this some human thing? How is going to bed together not normal?"
"It is. It very much is," Darcy clarified, but she stood up and looked down at him. She handed him a napkin where she scribbled her number and address, though she was sure Loki could find her anywhere if he wanted. "But relationships are not normal. Love is not normal."
Loki's smile thinned and he looked at her curiously. She felt her face flush again as she made the admission. She could love him. They could have something real.
Did Loki even want that? Could he want that from her?
He released a sigh and rose from his seat, taking her arm. "Very well. We will go on a ...date of your choosing." He pulled her closer and his voice dropped to a sultry whisper. Darcy could feel her pulse quicken as he stroked her arm with his thumb. "But I have not seen you in so long, and I did not intend to miss you, to miss your body, this much. You must give me more than this ...napkin."
"Like?" And she already knew what he wanted. She leaned close to him, touching her lips to his. Fervently, he drew her in, pulling her against him and devouring her mouth. She melted in his arms, finally fulfilling all those dreams she'd had of him, wanted of him.
Some people hooted and whistled at them in the Starbucks, which made Darcy pull away. She nervously giggled against his smile, and he stepped back, taking in her image again.
"Until later, Darcy," he told her, and she swooned at the sight of him, feeling her blood rise with heat at the anticipation of things to come between them.
"Yeah, bye," she managed in a breathy moan, and she watched him disappear into a crowd, her heart thundering wildly in her chest.
She couldn't help it, but Darcy missed him already.
Epilogue