My first Tasertricks fic! No guarantee when updates will happen because I had no plans to start a new fic, much less one in a fandom I've never written for. Ideally this will be 5 chapters, following Darcy from Monday to Friday. Enjoy!

Monday

Darcy strolled into the S.H.I.E.L.D. lab at 9 a.m. nursing a steaming cup of coffee.

"Hey boss lady," she greeted Jane, plopping a brown paper bag onto the astrophysicist's desk, "brought you a carrot muffin. Eat up - you can't science on an empty stomach."

Jane looked up from her research with big, bewildered eyes as if she'd forgotten where she was. When she saw Darcy she relaxed and gave a small embarrassed smile. "Oh, hi Darcy. Thanks for that. I kind of forgot to eat breakfast."

"Yeah, I knew you would." Darcy grinned and set her coffee down on her own desk before removing her gloves and shrugging out of her pea coat. It was late March, but the New York air was still pretty brisk in the morning.

She settled into her chair and booted up her computer but the monitor stubbornly remained black.

Darcy frowned and tapped the keyboard, trying to wake up the screen. When that didn't work, she wiggled the mouse. No dice.

"Balls" she muttered, pushing her chair back and dropping down onto her knees to crawl under the desk. Thank God she wore pants today instead of a skirt.

At least a dozen different black cords were tangled into an impossible ball leading to the electrical outlet. Darcy rolled her eyes before starting to randomly unplug stuff and then plug it back in.

"My my, Miss Lewis." A low voice drawled from behind her, making Darcy freeze. "At the very least, can you not attempt to be a lady?"

Darcy grit her teeth and replied sweetly, "Well I would if you would be a gentleman and kindly remove your eyeballs from my ass."

She heard a soft chuckle before she let out a squeak as a hand unexpectedly grasped her around the waist and pulled her out from under the desk.

Darcy stood on shaky legs and faced Loki.

"Gee, thanks." She made sure that her words were positively dripping with sarcasm.

"The pleasure is all mine." Loki flashed her a wicked smile before stepping over to Jane's desk.

Darcy took a moment to stare at his retreating form. Really, it was only fair that she should get to check out his ass after he had blatantly been looking at hers.

The reluctant research assistant was already deep in conversation with Jane. Darcy could pick out a few words but mostly it was scientific jibber-jabber that made no sense to her.

Loki had been working in the lab with Jane and Darcy for four months now. Given the option of either sitting in one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s underground holding cells for an indeterminate amount of time or putting his knowledge of the Bifrost to use by helping Jane, Loki had begrudgingly chosen the latter.

Thor was off playing peacekeeper in the other realms, trying to repair the damage Loki had caused. He would return for his brother at some point so Loki could be taken to Asgard for a proper trial. In the meantime, Loki put in hours at the lab and, in exchange, Director Fury would give Thor a good report to take back to Odin in the hopes that it would lighten Loki's sentence. The whole thing had been Thor's idea and frankly, Darcy was surprised that Fury had even agreed to it. He was one badass mofo and it didn't seem like he was the forgiving type but Darcy figured that when you've got a giant, burly blonde Asgardian prince asking for help, it can't hurt to say yes and have that favour in your back pocket.

Turning her attention back to her computer, Darcy tried the monitor again. When it lit up displaying the log-in screen, she let out a triumphant whoop.

After a few hours of inputting Jane's new data and doing a little online shopping (hello S.H.I.E.L.D. paycheck!) Darcy stood and stretched her back.

"I'm doing a lunch run," she announced.

Jane barely looked up from her papers while Loki was sprawled out in a chair in the corner, flipping through one of Jane's textbooks. His eyes lifted a fraction when he heard her voice.

"You want anything, Space Cadet?" She asked, addressing Loki.

"I do not care for your Midgardian food." Loki answered in a bored tone. He flipped the page of his book but Darcy could feel that his eyes were still on her instead of the page.

"Whatevs. I'm bringing you both sandwiches!" She called, breezing out of the lab. It was hard to resist the urge to look over her shoulder and see if Loki was still watching her.

Over the last few months, she and Loki had developed a strange kind of...companionship. To say they were friends wasn't quite accurate since all their conversations involved a whole lot of snarky remarks and/or flirting, much to Darcy's delight. She considered herself somewhat of a pro when it came to dishing out snark and it was fun to have someone else in the lab with a sharp tongue. Usually her comments went completely ignored by Jane. As for the flirty-flirt...well, what could she say. The guy was hot.

Humming to herself, Darcy entered the cafeteria and snagged three pre-packaged turkey sandwiches from the food cooler before getting a coffee refill for herself. As an afterthought, she filled a second paper cup with coffee for Jane. Most days, sugar and caffeine seemed to be all that kept the scientist going. Well, that and the desire to make contact with the home of her super sexy godly boyfriend, Darcy mused.

After paying for the food, she made her way back to the lab with a coffee in each hand and the sandwiches balanced in the crook of her arms.

"I totally got this." Darcy said aloud to the empty hallway. She rounded the corner and took one step into the lab just as a man was leaving. Darcy recognized him as Tim, one of the meteorologists who worked one floor below them. Sometimes he stopped by to swap data with Jane about the atmosphere and weather patterns.

Tim's shoulder knocked against hers as he squeezed past where Darcy stood in the doorway. The rest seemed to happen in slow motion for Darcy. In hindsight, she should have just let the sandwiches fall. They were plastic wrapped and the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility was always spotless. In fact, the floors were probably cleaner than most of the dishes in Darcy's cupboards.

But noooo, she had to try to save her little balancing act of coffee and sandwiches, twisting her arm too far forward and spilling the entire contents of one cup down the front of her pretty wine colored blouse.

"Son of a bitch!" Darcy exclaimed, pissed that her favorite work shirt was ruined. Then the heat of the coffee set in and her chest started burning. "Son of a bitch!" She shrieked louder this time. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!"

Loki was scribbling equations on a white board but at the sound of Darcy's outburst he dropped the marker and calmly approached her, taking the second coffee from her hand before she burned herself again.

"Are you in pain, Darcy?" He asked, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

"What do you think, brainiac?" Darcy hissed, kicking one of the fallen sandwiches out of her way so she could walk to her desk and grab some tissues. "Fuck me gently, that hurts." She grumbled as she blotted the hot liquid off her shirt.

Beside her, she heard Loki make a short, strangled noise. Darcy whipped her head towards him angrily, "Are you laughing at me?"

"I would never do such a thing." He answered sincerely, clasping his hands behind his back and shifting his weight forward onto his toes. His eyes were practically shining with glee.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" She narrowed her eyes at him, but it was hard to stay angry when his face looked so full of delight. Masochistic asshole.

"Do you need some help with that?" He gestured to her ruined blouse.

Darcy snorted, "Yeah, no thanks perv."

"With the burn, I mean." Loki stepped closer and with a flick of his fingers, he easily unbuttoned the top two closures of her shirt.

The room suddenly felt 40 degrees warmer to Darcy, and it wasn't from the piping hot coffee on her skin. She stood there, open mouthed, as Loki undid a third button. She was both relieved and disappointed when he stopped there.

"Allow me to heal it." He murmured, eyes roaming over her from throat to breasts.

"Um," Darcy cleared her throat and desperately tried to force her hormones to calm the fuck down. "I thought you lost your magical juju stuff when you were sent here." When Thor had first brought Loki into the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility, he had explained that for their safety, Loki had been coerced into wearing a charmed necklace that put the kibosh on his abilities.

"Ah, I am merely limited in what I can do. My fath-Odin," he corrected, "ensured that I would be able to call upon my magic if a worthy need arose and my intentions were pure."

"Oh...so like, it works if you want to heal or protect someone." Darcy nodded in approval, "Smart." Judging from the way he was ogling her chest, she seriously doubted that Loki's intentions were completely pure at the moment, but Darcy was surprisingly okay with that.

Loki was watching her intently and Darcy then realized that he was still waiting on an answer to his question.

"Yes," she said quickly before her brain could tell her that this was a very bad idea. "Can you heal it? Please?" She bit her lip for extra sad puppy dog effect.

Loki's eyes visibly darkened. He took another step closer so they were toe-to-toe and Darcy could feel every one of his warm exhales of breath dance across her skin. It was so intimate that she had completely forgotten that Jane was in the room with them.

Jane!

Mortified, Darcy peeked around Loki's shoulder and let out a relieved sigh when she saw Jane fully absorbed in her work, tinkering with one of her homemade science doodads.

"She will pay us no attention," Loki assured her, seeming to realize what Darcy's sudden panic had been about, "but we can go elsewhere if you are uncomfortable." He looked genuinely concerned, tilting his head in a way that was far too adorable for Darcy's lady parts to handle.

"Nope. Nope, nope, nope." Darcy replied quickly, "We stay here." Even though Jane was lost in her work, she was still in the room and Darcy needed her there. If she was left alone with Loki at that moment, she would be tearing his shirt off before you could even say 'sexytimes'.

"Very well." Loki raised his hand to her chest then hesitated, his fingers hovering with uncertainly just above her skin, "May I?"

Sweet baby Jesus, he was asking permission. Darcy nodded, not trusting her voice.

His hand was surprisingly warm as he laid his palm against her sternum, fingers splaying out towards her collarbone. Through the haze of heat and skin-tingling awesomeness, Darcy wondered if he could feel her heart hammering wildly. She certainly could. It felt like she'd just run a marathon.

Loki's eyes caught hers and he smiled slowly, his eyes crinkling around the edges.

Oh, he knew.

She was so screwed.

Darcy opened her mouth to say something rude (she desperately needed to break the sexual tension before she did something bad, like kiss him) but then coolness started to spread over her chest, like a thousand little snowflakes tickling her skin as they landed.

"Oooh," she breathed with an involuntary shiver.

Suddenly, the combination of cold and heat and heaviness of Loki's hand was gone. Darcy tried not to look too disappointed as his long fingers lifted from her skin and proceeded to button her shirt back up.

"Better?" His voice was deep and husky, "I am afraid I cannot remove the stain though." He traced the edge of the big brown patch on her shirt.

"That's...that's okay," Darcy replied, trying to look anywhere but at him, "I keep a hoodie here for when the A/C gets out of control. I'll just go change."

She scampered past him on wobbly legs, snatching her black hoodie off the back of her chair before practically running to the bathroom.

After Darcy composed herself and emerged from the washroom a few minutes later, she found Jane putting a big, haphazard stack of papers on her desk next to Darcy's computer. Loki was nowhere to be found.

"Darcy, there you are!" Jane said, "I know it's getting late, but I really need you to input all this data before you leave so I can calibrate the spectro-analyzer first thing tomorrow morning."

Darcy plopped down into her chair, groaning internally. Fucking Loki and his stupid sexiness distracting her from work. Jane looked so hopeful and excited about her research that there was no way Darcy could say no. Plus, she kinda owed Jane big-time for hooking her up with this job in the first place. "No prob."

"Thanks Darce." Jane beamed, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "I think I've really been making progress in the last month. It's so exciting, can you imagine the possibilities of having our own version of the Bifrost here on Earth? To be able to contact Asgard any time we needed?"

"Yeah, like intergalactic booty calls for you and Thor." Darcy offered with a wide, innocent smile.

"Darcy!" Jane squeaked, her cheeks turning pink, "I was speaking from a scientific perspective."

"Yeah, the science of biology." Darcy raised her eyebrows suggestively.

Jane laughed and retreated to her desk, "Back to work! There's a lot to do."

Darcy side-eyed the gigantic stack of papers sitting beside her. It definitely looked like she'd be working late, and on a Monday to boot.

Just perfect.

She started typing Jane's calculations into the proper software program, hoping she could burn through the work quickly and maybe get back to her apartment in time to enjoy a grilled cheese sandwich and a little trashy television before bed.

As least her whole week couldn't be this bad, right?