His supposed relationship was praised by all. Loki still couldn't look below her chin when speaking with her in public - lest he take her right there - but he would talk to her around the others now. His brother would come to him with advice on courting a mortal woman, and Loki would listen with closed ears. It took him only one night to learn that Darcy was anything but the vulnerable lover that Thor was so used to. No, Loki's girl was anything but breakable.

And those breasts. How he loved them. He could - and had - spent hours lavishing, praising them. Spending the early hours of the morning laying in his bed, he would rest his head upon them. Softer than any pillow, he would suckle her rosy nipples, imagining them flowing with breast milk. It was only a matter of time when her body would begin lactating. They had been fornicating for a few weeks now, almost every day, and not once did she ask him to wear one of those pesky condoms that mortals insisted - as his silly older brother suggested - on.

No, every time he spilled his seed into the voluptuous woman, he got closer to making her his for the rest of her mortal life. And that fecund womb would grow, and he would just fuck her all over again.

Darcy was enjoying this. She was enjoying this very, very much. Sure, she may be too young to get pregnant, but someone forgot to mention the pill when teaching Loki about birth control. She knew how much he wanted her pregnant, each night when he thought she was asleep, she could feel him rub her stomach and whisper words of desire. It wasn't the baby he wanted. No, he wasn't in love with the idea of the child. But he wanted her body to go through the changes a pregnancy would bring.

And she couldn't lie and say the idea didn't turn her on.

Maybe she'd throw her birth control down the drain and let nature take its course. Its not like S.H.I.E.L.D. could get rid of her if she was pregnant by one of their own. And she heard pregnant sex was intense. Hormones going crazy, and all that.

And hey, she was done with college at least. She had a degree, a decent job. And having Loki as your baby daddy didn't sound too bad at all.

Yeah, she was going to throw the birth control pills down the drain now, and by the end of the month, she'd be ovulating and hopefully her system would have had enough time to flush away all the anti-pregnancy mumbo jumbo - she just didn't do any kind of science, regardless of being Jane's lab assistant, officially - and be with child.

It had been another two weeks, and still no change. Loki was getting frustrated. If the mortal didn't have such wonderful orbs - worthy of worship, they were - he'd have moved on. Or made it clear that he was only in this for the sex and all 'relationship' like behaviour would cease. If she wasn't pregnant in a month, he would go that route. He enjoyed pumping into her quim, but dealing with all the before and after was not necessary for his carnal pleasures.

However, now wasn't the time for such thoughts. Loki leaned over her body, he bit into the flesh of her breasts. Suckling, he ensured his mark was left on her. He aligned with her slit, teasing but never entering the clenching heat. "Bear my children." He smirks at her breath hitching. He briefly wondered if she would now deny him now that she is aware of his desires.

She tried squirming, to get his cock within her, but he just moved out of the way. "Tell me or I'll stop."

"Yes!" she shouted, clenching around him as he finally thrust into her, licking up her neck.

Balls deep, her walls tighten around him. Just the idea of her getting pregnant, and knowing about it, brought him to the edge. "Tell me." His hips surge, thrusting into her without abandon.

"I - oh - I want," she cried, "I want you - oh god - get me pregnant!" Loki grinned, wriggling until he's sheathed to the hilt, grinding roughly against her pelvis. Moaning, spasming, Darcy begged for more. "Harder."

Maintaining his speed, he thrusted harder into her quim. As he spoke, he moved from her neck to nuzzle between her ample breasts, kissing over them, between them, suckling at their hard peaks. "I can't wait to see you round with my child. Your breasts will condition for nutrition, and you'll share it with me. I'll make sure that you'll always breastfeed. Maybe always be pregant."

Her helpless whimper is the only response. Legs wrapped around him, her hips buck into him, heels digging into his ass.

"You like that, don't you? You want me to use for my children?"

Hips slamming against her's, he leaned back, watched as her breasts jiggled with each thrust, and glanced to where they joined, cock sliding deeper. "Tell me or I stop," he panted.

"Please," she whimpered, reaching out to try and pull him closer.

"Please what?" He thrusted.

"Breed me." Loki could barely hear her and grabbed a handful of her right breast.

"Say it louder."

"Breed me," she groaned.

Loki took pleasure in the pride she said it with. The combination of the slick, squeezing walls and the thought of Darcy carrying his child brought him to the brink. Squeezing her tit, he pinched her clit. "You're mine, Darcy. For as long as it takes. I'm going to fuck you. Fill you. Make you mine." He punctuated each sentence with a hard thrust.

"Yes!" she shouted as she climaxed, pulling Loki with her.

All week Darcy was on cloud nine. Well, for several weeks, she was on cloud nine. Very little could kill her buzz. The amount of sex she was having was delirious. Definitely made up for that year in New Mexico were if she wanted any action she'd have to give it up to a man in his forties. Seriously, the youngest male in Puente Antiguo was forty-three. She checked - census and everything.

And that was just eck.

Didn't matter that her current lover was immortal and thousands of years older than her measly twenty-six. He looked like he was in his early thirties, and fucked like it too.

And that was all that mattered, didn't it?

"Lady Darcy," Thor interrupted her thoughts, walking down the corridor next to her. "May I have a word?"

Clicking her tongue, she eyed him warily. Was he aware of what she and Loki were doing? Was he going to talk her out of it? Did she want him to?

"Yes."

"It seems that my brother has," he started, leading her into an empty room, "how do you say, a sort of temper this week."

"Oh?" Arching her brow, she pursed her lips in thought. Darcy wasn't aware of any issues as far as temperament. Granted, most of their time was spent roughly fucking. So she wouldn't notice a difference if there was.

"Indubitably. Since your relationship flourished," Thor smirked, clearly happy with that particular turn of events - and Darcy couldn't help but agree - and leaned back against the wall. "He has been almost... Pleasant to work with. Even Agent Barton hasn't complained about him."

Darcy could admit that was quite the accomplishment. Who knew that all Loki needed was some good old fashion fucking. Had they known that a few years ago, quite a bit of Earth could have been spared. Humming, she nodded for Thor to continue.

"It appears that whatever the two of you have going on isn't enough to appease him. At least not this week. Something must have happened. He isn't getting his way, possibly." Thor crossed his arms, seeming to be pondering the predicament.

Oh. Loki was causing trouble because something wasn't going his way? She gave in. Darcy told him she was okay with the idea of getting pregnant, lactating for him, being his broodmare.

Ah. She wasn't yet. Well, she could be, who was she to know? She only threw out her birth control a week ago. She was pretty sure it took at least a few weeks for her body to flush out the hormones or whatever.

"And what do you suggest I do about it?"

"Mayhap, you can speak with him? Find the cause of his ails?"

Darcy rolled her eyes. Was this part of her job description now? Keep would-be villains from annoying the superheroes? "I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you." Thor grabbed her hand, and kissed her knuckles. "Farewell, Lady Darcy."

"That's laying it on a bit thick, yeah," she shouted towards the retreating back of her friend. Muttering under her breath, she hoofed it towards Loki's quarters. If part of her job was to keep the man satisfied and out of everyone's hair, she'd do a damn good job of it.

Not bothering to knock, she stepped right into his room. She glared at the figure laying leisurely on the bed, hands under his head.

"Yes?" He arched a brow, glancing at her from head to toe. She was wearing a loose skirt with a button up top that strained across her chest.

"You're being an ass." Straight to the point, Darcy sat herself at the edge of his bed.

"I don't see how my behavior has been any different than any other time." He pulled himself up and sat cross legged at the top of the bed.

"That's cause you don't care. And whatever. That's fine." She turned herself so that she was facing him. "But you've been almost pleasant since we started having sex, but you've returned to your just after villain-y levels of assery."

"I do not know what you speak of."

"Yes, you do," she huffed. "I get that you're impatient. I get that. I am all for instant gratification. But I was on birth control up until a week ago. And I don't do science, but I'm pretty sure it takes time for whatever the pills did to my body to go away. I'm not going to end up pregnant like that." Snapping her fingers, Darcy pursed her lips while watching the news sink in. If she didn't think he'd be an asshole about it, she'd laugh at the wide eye expression that fell upon his face.

She hadn't expected to be pushed backwards, with six foot two and one hundred eighty pounds of man on top of her. The erection pressed into her abdomen made it obvious what the man expected.

Too bad he wasn't going to get what he wanted.

"I don't think so buddy." She pushed him up off her so that he lay beside her. "You can't take out your frustration on the team. Or anyone really. Well, maybe me, depending on how you want to go about it. But not on people who barely like you."

"I am most frustrated at this moment," he growled. Fingers tracing up her thigh, under her skirt, Darcy tried to keep her arousal at bay.

Fuck it.

"Fine, but you don't get to cum in me." She pushed him so that he lay on his back and straddled him.

"Why?" If it was anyone but Loki, she'd have called it a whine.

Grinding on his very hard member, she replied, "Punishment. Just take it. That way I can tell Thor I handled the situation, and we all get what we want."

Darcy wasn't really good at punishing the would-be-ruler-of-Midgard. But he let her pretend, which she guessed was all that mattered.

Well, what mattered was that he stopped acting like an ass around the team. Darcy was getting pretty used to finding random gifts as she went about her business. Just the week before, Tony had left a brand spanking new StarkPad with a pretty green bow on it for her. It was the perfect gift for having to fix Loki's latest attitude problem.

Granted, the fix was her forcing him to fuck her tits. Normally, she didn't really go for it. But the adoration Loki had in his eyes, it wasn't something she was used to. Yes, her tits were fantastically awesome. She was well aware of that fact. But to have an Asgardian worship them. It was something else.

So punishment wasn't really punishment for anyone.

Plus, the way he described what he would do once she was with child, the way his worship would take on a new level. Darcy didn't think it was weird that she was most excited to get pregnant just for the sex.

They still regularly fucked. When he was well behaved, and Darcy started to use the random gifts as a marker for when Loki was due a reward, they would have sex in all sorts of positions - for a tall, lanky thing, the guy sure was flexible - and he'd be balls deep when he hit orgasm.

Two months later, Darcy began throwing up. Like a lot. At first, she thought it must've been bad sushi from the double date the night before, but then she still felt nauseous the next day. And the day after that.

She also realized that her monthlies hadn't come that month. Or the month before. She thought it was the stress from the job - there was a really intense couple of weeks where she hadn't seen Loki, Thor, or any of her new friends while they were on a dangerous covert mission. But this month was practically boring with how relaxed everyone was.

So she took a test. Which was weird and difficult because she didn't want the news broadcasted to everyone.

Kidnapping Loki - who didn't protest since he was in a meeting that included Director Fury and Maria Hill, amongst the rest of the Avengers - she hightailed it to the nearest CVS. When they walked down the tampon aisle, Darcy had to hide the smirk growing on her face. Loki's frown was hilarious.

Bypassing the tampons, the pads, and the condoms, she stopped in front of what she had come for.

"Really?" He asked, in what sounded like awe.

"Possibly? Probably, I don't know. That's why we're getting one." She replied, grabbing one. She started to lead them to checkout, when Loki grabbed her arm and dragged her to the back of the store.

"Where are we going?"

"To find out," was his smug reply.

Usually, Darcy would complain about being manhandled - in a non sexual setting, it was a big no-no - but she was horny, and Loki was great at fixing that.

He pulled her into a restroom and clicked his fingers. All of a sudden, Darcy needed to pee. Growling, she glared at Loki.

"Not cool, man. Not cool."

"Just take it," he sneered, opening the box and handing the stick to her.

And waiting the two minutes while still being horny sucked. Sucked hardcore. She was just debating the merits of 'punishing' the man when the test was ready.

"Positive," his smirk turned feral. She would be afraid if she didn't find it so hot.

"Can we have celebratory sex now?"

"Definitely." He snapped his fingers again, and Darcy's chest tightened.

"Seriously?"

"Yes, I've been waiting for this." He pulled her shirt down so that her chest spilled over the top. Burying his face between the globes, his tongue licked along the swell above her bra.

She gasped when she felt the cool air. Looking down, the glint in Loki's eyes let her know he used his magic once more to disappear her bra, freeing her chest for his touch. "Loki," she moaned as his lips covered a nipple. He flicked against the tip, then wrapped his lips tightly around the peak, suckling while his fingers pinched at the other nipple. She watched as he as he squeezed and tugged at her nipples with hand and mouth, until white liquid spurted from the tips. She was surprised to see how far it shot out.

"Perfect," he groaned, pulling her up against the wall. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she grinded down on his erection. Another snap of his fingers, they were both naked and she felt his hard length enter her.

Throwing her head back, she could hardly contain the sounds of her pleasure. She moaned his name as he continued to drink from her teat, moving inside her hard and fast. Getting close, she pleaded with him. "Harder, faster, please!"

He obliged, plunging into her wet cunt over and over until they both cried out. Biting down on her nipple, he spilled inside her.

Heaving, Darcy finally caught her breath. "Pregnant sex is going to be awesome."