Thor (movie) "Specters and Dreams" Loki/Darcy part 2
Fandom: Thor (movieverse)
Title: Specters and Dreams
Author: Paynesgrey
Characters/Pairings: Loki/Darcy, (slight one-sided Fandral/Darcy in this section)
Rating: PG
Word Count: (3 x 300) 900 total
Genre: Drama
Notes: Takes place at the end of the movie. Written for the fanfic_bakeoff for the "ouch" theme. Part 2 of my Mischief and Tasers Loki/Darcy serialization. The previous part is here.
Summary: Loki starts to look into Darcy's dreams.
EDIT: 8-05-12 - Tense shift revisions.
Mischief and Tasers
Part Two: Specters and Dreams
The idea that six credits for Jane's internship might not be worth the trouble did not cross her mind anymore. She was too involved in this research now, and truthfully, Darcy was positive she'd never want to get out. She was also sure that S.H.I.E.L.D probably wouldn't let her leave anyway, not without consequences.
As usual, Jane sent Darcy on boring errands, like exchanging data with S.H.I.E.L.D or going to the library to retrieve more books; which was where she was now, idly roaming the stacks, and peering through obscure books on Norse mythology.
Despite Thor's disappearance, the research fueled Jane to work harder, search farther, and ultimately discover that wormhole which led Thor and the warriors to Earth in the first place.
It was cool when the other Asgardian warriors showed up for Thor. Darcy recalled thinking, Whoa, hanging out with Gods is pretty freaking awesome after all.
Also, she shamefully admitted that she wanted to see that warrior again who looks like Robin Hood. While he was shielding her and keeping her safe, it might have been a passing thought that if she could at least get laid before she died from a big, scary indestructible robot, he would be her go-to-guy.
And dating a God? Well, Darcy could only dream of it, and Jane was super lucky.
Unexpectedly, Darcy was snapped from her thoughts, yelping as she dodged a falling book from the shelf, almost taking off her head. She sighed relieved, knowing the ginormous book would have seriously hurt her.
Looking down at the open book, she gasped as her eyes skimmed over the chapter's title: Loki, God of Mischief. And almost by instinct, Darcy immediately wanted her taser. Crazy or not, it was too strange to be coincidental.
.xxxxxxx.
When Loki entered Darcy's bedroom that night, he spotted the large book of Norse Mythology on her nightstand, bookmarked twice, once in the beginning and the other in the section about him.
He smirked. "Good girl," he whispered, and Darcy shifted in her sleep, lying on her side. She murmured something called "pop-tarts" and Loki crept around her bed, first gazing upon her face before he reclined at her side like a specter pressing a light indentation on her sheets. Darcy didn’t even notice his weight - not that she would. Though, if she woke up now, she might have quite a fright, only noticing the outline of his shadow for a second before her night vision became clear.
Loki studied the peaceful expression on her face. He thought how boring this could be, but it really wasn’t, not when his thoughts spiraled before him, first starting with his brother, then Jane, and then with Darcy. He'd visited Jane like this, but she wasn’t nearly as interesting. Loki didn’t have the natural contempt for Darcy as he did for Jane.
Jane helped his brother when he should have been shamed. Jane changed his brother, from a spoiled brat to a man ready to die for innocent lives, to a god who instantly gained his father's favor back after his last mortal breath.
Loki's hand hovered over Darcy's head, and her brow furrowed and she shifted uncomfortably in her sleep. He reached inside and tried to see her dreams. How simple mortals minds were! This girl dreamed of food, music and... He stopped. Darcy cried out in pain when he reached too far, seeing his own brother in her mind. Then...Fandral?
Amusing, he thought, feeling the stretch of a smile. Learning more about this mortal would not be boring at all.
.xxxxxxx.
Like most dreams, Darcy's started out somewhere in the middle. She knew she was dreaming. Nothing in her life could ever be this awesome.
A local band was playing in the background. She knew this club like she knew her own room. It was a coffee house on the campus of her school, and she hadn’t been back since she started her internship with Jane Foster. She missed this place, the light sounds of a soothing male voice filtering through the lounge, the snobby conversation behind her about how Florence and the Machine sold out, and even better, the cold cheap beer in her hand.
Usually, she was the third wheel with a friend and her date, but tonight, she was on a date herself. She was aware of his presence on the other side of their table. He was telling her how beautiful she was, and once in awhile, he'd kiss her hand like a weirdo - like Thor. His hands were smaller, though, with long slender fingers. She liked them; they’d fitted well within hers.
She didn’t see his face. It was blurry, and the golden lamps in the lounge created a fuzzy halo around his head. Darcy knew whom she wants her date to be, but even if she tried to imagine him, the picture never came out as clear.
Ah, the guy who looked like Robin Hood. Fandral was what Thor called him. Super cute mustache, and a great butt too.
Darcy squinted, but a splitting headache overcame her and she screamed with pain. "Ow," she said, and her date squeezed her hand concerned.
Her eyes widened when she finally saw his face - or so she thought. He wasn’t who she was expecting at all. His hair was too dark, and his eyes were so green that they almost frightened her.
Part Three
Title: Specters and Dreams
Author: Paynesgrey
Characters/Pairings: Loki/Darcy, (slight one-sided Fandral/Darcy in this section)
Rating: PG
Word Count: (3 x 300) 900 total
Genre: Drama
Notes: Takes place at the end of the movie. Written for the fanfic_bakeoff for the "ouch" theme. Part 2 of my Mischief and Tasers Loki/Darcy serialization. The previous part is here.
Summary: Loki starts to look into Darcy's dreams.
EDIT: 8-05-12 - Tense shift revisions.
Mischief and Tasers
Part Two: Specters and Dreams
The idea that six credits for Jane's internship might not be worth the trouble did not cross her mind anymore. She was too involved in this research now, and truthfully, Darcy was positive she'd never want to get out. She was also sure that S.H.I.E.L.D probably wouldn't let her leave anyway, not without consequences.
As usual, Jane sent Darcy on boring errands, like exchanging data with S.H.I.E.L.D or going to the library to retrieve more books; which was where she was now, idly roaming the stacks, and peering through obscure books on Norse mythology.
Despite Thor's disappearance, the research fueled Jane to work harder, search farther, and ultimately discover that wormhole which led Thor and the warriors to Earth in the first place.
It was cool when the other Asgardian warriors showed up for Thor. Darcy recalled thinking, Whoa, hanging out with Gods is pretty freaking awesome after all.
Also, she shamefully admitted that she wanted to see that warrior again who looks like Robin Hood. While he was shielding her and keeping her safe, it might have been a passing thought that if she could at least get laid before she died from a big, scary indestructible robot, he would be her go-to-guy.
And dating a God? Well, Darcy could only dream of it, and Jane was super lucky.
Unexpectedly, Darcy was snapped from her thoughts, yelping as she dodged a falling book from the shelf, almost taking off her head. She sighed relieved, knowing the ginormous book would have seriously hurt her.
Looking down at the open book, she gasped as her eyes skimmed over the chapter's title: Loki, God of Mischief. And almost by instinct, Darcy immediately wanted her taser. Crazy or not, it was too strange to be coincidental.
.xxxxxxx.
When Loki entered Darcy's bedroom that night, he spotted the large book of Norse Mythology on her nightstand, bookmarked twice, once in the beginning and the other in the section about him.
He smirked. "Good girl," he whispered, and Darcy shifted in her sleep, lying on her side. She murmured something called "pop-tarts" and Loki crept around her bed, first gazing upon her face before he reclined at her side like a specter pressing a light indentation on her sheets. Darcy didn’t even notice his weight - not that she would. Though, if she woke up now, she might have quite a fright, only noticing the outline of his shadow for a second before her night vision became clear.
Loki studied the peaceful expression on her face. He thought how boring this could be, but it really wasn’t, not when his thoughts spiraled before him, first starting with his brother, then Jane, and then with Darcy. He'd visited Jane like this, but she wasn’t nearly as interesting. Loki didn’t have the natural contempt for Darcy as he did for Jane.
Jane helped his brother when he should have been shamed. Jane changed his brother, from a spoiled brat to a man ready to die for innocent lives, to a god who instantly gained his father's favor back after his last mortal breath.
Loki's hand hovered over Darcy's head, and her brow furrowed and she shifted uncomfortably in her sleep. He reached inside and tried to see her dreams. How simple mortals minds were! This girl dreamed of food, music and... He stopped. Darcy cried out in pain when he reached too far, seeing his own brother in her mind. Then...Fandral?
Amusing, he thought, feeling the stretch of a smile. Learning more about this mortal would not be boring at all.
.xxxxxxx.
Like most dreams, Darcy's started out somewhere in the middle. She knew she was dreaming. Nothing in her life could ever be this awesome.
A local band was playing in the background. She knew this club like she knew her own room. It was a coffee house on the campus of her school, and she hadn’t been back since she started her internship with Jane Foster. She missed this place, the light sounds of a soothing male voice filtering through the lounge, the snobby conversation behind her about how Florence and the Machine sold out, and even better, the cold cheap beer in her hand.
Usually, she was the third wheel with a friend and her date, but tonight, she was on a date herself. She was aware of his presence on the other side of their table. He was telling her how beautiful she was, and once in awhile, he'd kiss her hand like a weirdo - like Thor. His hands were smaller, though, with long slender fingers. She liked them; they’d fitted well within hers.
She didn’t see his face. It was blurry, and the golden lamps in the lounge created a fuzzy halo around his head. Darcy knew whom she wants her date to be, but even if she tried to imagine him, the picture never came out as clear.
Ah, the guy who looked like Robin Hood. Fandral was what Thor called him. Super cute mustache, and a great butt too.
Darcy squinted, but a splitting headache overcame her and she screamed with pain. "Ow," she said, and her date squeezed her hand concerned.
Her eyes widened when she finally saw his face - or so she thought. He wasn’t who she was expecting at all. His hair was too dark, and his eyes were so green that they almost frightened her.
Part Three